All language subtitles for Alert.Missing.Persons.Unit.S01E06.YouthTrendx

- Are we sure
this is the right way?

- Yeah, I'm sure, babe,
it's just up ahead.

- You said that two miles ago.

- Yeah, but this time I mean it.

I just want to be
in our favorite place
with my favorite person.

Is that too much to ask?

- No, it's not too much to ask.

(water babbling)

Whoa.

- How about this?

(gasps)
Amy Madani, I love you.

I know we don't have much,

but you're the only thing
I need. Marry me?

- Where did you get that--
- I asked you first.

- Oh, my God, uh. Yes!

(chuckling)
Yeah!

(laughing)

(loud boom)

- Okay, what was that?

- Uh... Tim, am I dreaming
right now?

(laughing)
- I hope not.

Weddings aren't cheap.
(laughing)

Look out!
- Ahh!

(breathing heavily)

(mysterious music)

- Thank you for agreeing
to see Keith

on such short notice,
Dr. Friedman.

We didn't know
what else to do.

- He was doing great,

and then he just kind of shut
down all of a sudden.

- Well, recovery isn't linear.

It can take time
for trauma survivors

to feel safe enough to open up.

- It started when
we tested his DNA.

- That must be the royal
"we" because we, I,

thought that testing
his DNA was a bad idea.

I'm just offering context,
I'm just offering context.

- I did it
for our daughter, Sidney,

she's just having a hard time

accepting that Keith
is really back.

- And how's it been for the two
of you with him home?

- It's been good.
Hard... Strange...

Um, when he was taken,
we were still married.

- Now we're divorced,
but we work together.

And she's currently
engaged to the detective
who worked Keith's case.

- And his girlfriend
just left him for lying
about being infertile.

You're the one
that wanted context.

- I should say that we also
do treat adults.

- Jay doesn't believe
in therapy. He prefers
to suffer in silence.

- Do you think
you can help Keith?

- I do. Right now,
your situation feels
uniquely overwhelming.

- Yeah.
- But I do this work every day,

and the kids
I'll introduce Keith to,

they've all been in his shoes.
Healing is possible.

- Great.
- For all of you.

(phone alarm sounding)

- I'm afraid that we have to go.

(alarm ringing)

- A Tim Wilkes and Amy Madani.

- For two days, you haven't
heard anything from Tim or Amy?

- No, no, and my calls go
to voicemail.

I thought maybe that they just
extended their trip.

I should've called you sooner.
- It's okay, we're here now.

Okay, my team,
they're the best around.

We'll find them,
I promise. Thank you.

- Okay, well, thank you.
- No, thank you.

- Alright nothing from either
one of their parents.

Same as work, no PTO, no sick
days, they just didn't show up.

I ran their credit card
statements.

- You pulled a warrant
that fast?

- Yeah...
- Right, sorry, dumb question.

- Anyway, nothing but a tank
of gas on Friday night.

- Oh, that makes sense,
'cause the neighbor said

that they had gone on some kind
of romantic getaway.

- Alright, so if they're in
trouble, we're two days behind.

- Look at this, past due,
final notice.

All their mail is overdue bills,

and then a couple
of pawn show coupons.

"We buy records,
collectibles..."

- Looks like they sold theirs.
Sun bleach patters, the racks...

I had a vinyl collection,
remember mine?

All punk all the time.

- What I remember
is that at that time,

we couldn't pay
our bills either.

- So, you think they ran?
- Well, I'm looking

at several thousand reasons
why they'd want to.

(phone ringing)

Hey, baby, what's up?
- The impound lot has their car.

Tow truck driver picked it up
off of Route 414.

Looks like they ditched it.
- Text us the address,

we'll meet you and Kemi there.

- No, it's just me.
Kemi's got another case.

- What case?
- Unsolved kidnapping in '05.

Looks like she finally
got a break. I can pull her
if you want me to.

- Nah, let her do her thing.
- Okay.

- I have told you I have done
nothing wrong!

- Other than abduct a child.
- That is ridiculous!

I want a lawyer.
- Well, if wishes were horses,

then beggars would ride.

- This is not a wish,
it is a right.

And I am exercising mine.

- You want to know what I do
for exercise? This.

(door slams)

(breathing heavily)

- Came in this morning.

Guess it'd been sitting there
a couple days.

- The tags are current.

Doesn't look like it got into
a car accident. Why bring it in?

- Says here it didn't have
a permit.

- A permit for what?
- It doesn't say.

- So I just spoke to the guy
at the pawn shop.

Tim was not trying to get cash
for his record collection.

He traded it in for
an engagement ring.

- In my trunk.
- What?

- At the bottom of my gym bag,
hidden in a pair of dirty socks.

- What are you talking about?
- Your engagement ring.

That's where it is.
It's dark, lonely,

looking for a finger
to keep it company.

- We, uh, we talked
to Dr. Friedman today.

- About Keith.
I'm talking about us.

- We had our window to tell
the kids and we didn't.

Now Keith is struggling
in therapy.

It just doesn't feel
like the right time.

- You.re gonna tell them
that their mom is marrying

somebody other than their dad.

I don't think there's gonna be
a right time.

- I think I know
what the permit was for.

Did I miss something?
- Nothing.

Tell us about the permit.
- I once knew this smuggler

in Kabul, trying to take
classified documents

over the border into Iran.

When he got there,
the guard said,

"Hey, what do you
got to declare?"

He said, "Nothing, nothing."
Guard takes out a gun, bang,

shoots him right in the face.
He knew he was lying.

- Point of that story?

- I just told you the point
to that story.

- Hold on...
- The tow truck company said

they picked this car up
at mile marker 42.

That's overflow parking
for the national forest.

- Parking that requires a permit
that they didn't have.

- No cell reception,
no credit card charges,

they were camping and this
snowstorm is headed their way.

- Mike, call the rangers,
I'll call PFD.

Our missing persons case
just became a search
and rescue mission.

- That's another ten,

which brings the total
to 865... thousand.

That's not even half
of what we took.

(laughing)
- Did we take it or steal it?

We wanted and no one
came for it,

but I still feel guilty...
and turned on.

(chuckling)
And terrified.

If this is 800,000, there must
have been 80 million back there.

Who has that kind of cash?

- The part about you
being turned on,

I stopped
listening after that.

- You do know
a storm's coming in.

- Mm-hmm.

- And we should probably
go back.

- Mm-hmm.
- Or into the tent.

- Mm-hmm.

- You got something
that belongs to me!

- Oh.
(nervous chuckling)

Mister, you, um...
You scared the crap out of us.

- Oh, I could do more than that.
(Amy screams)

- Stop!
- You saw the pallets.

- If it's the money you want,
here, take it. Take it!

- That's unfortunate.
- No!

(gunshot)
(Amy screams)

- We gotta go.
Tim, we gotta go, now.

- Who was that guy?
- I have no idea,

but we have to get off
this mountain.

- Let's get our money.

- You work
for search and rescue.

There are two people missing.

- We'll look for them in 12
hours, after the storm passes.

- By that time,
it may be too late.

- We have two hours at most

before this storm
reaches the park,

and before that, high winds,
low visibility...

I can't send my team in there,
it's not safe.

- Then don't send
your team, send us.

Choppers us up, and take off.

- Where? The park
is 70,000 acres.

- I think I can narrow that down
by 100 fold or more.

These photos were at Tim
and Amy's apartment.

Different seasons, but almost
always in the same area.

- That makes sense,
they chose their favorite spot
for the engagement.

- Yeah. Fisher's Point,
Clark's Nob, Bald Nob.

Three points, three angles.
Dust it off with a little bit

of trig, that is a ten-acre
sweet spot

in and around the summit
of Big Mountain.

- Okay, okay, Big Mountain.

Can you assign a pilot
to take us there?

- I told you. No, I can't put
my team at risk.

But I can take you there myself.

- Great.
- God help me.

- Before we begin,
I'd like to introduce the group

to a new member, Keith Grant.

The first day can be
a little daunting,

but just remember that this is
a safe space, Keith.

Everyone here is a survivor,
just like you.

A survivor, not a victim.

See, that's what we do here.

We reclaim our trauma
so we can reframe our stories.

- I'm just here for the cookies.
(chuckling)

- So, let's start
with something sweet.

Being home. How does that feel?

- Guilty.

That's how I felt.

Ashamed.

Scared that people wouldn't
like me if they knew the truth,

or they'd... they'd blame me.

I'd blame me.

So I, uh, I tried to forget.

And... you can, you know.

Forget some things.

- But other things
stay with you.

- The way the room smelled.

Her. Some of her.

Everything about her except the
stuff the cops actually need.

I'm to blame for getting caught.

I'm to blame for
not catching her.

She's still out there.

How can I forgive myself
for that?

- We have to, don't we?

- You got flares, first aid,
and a sat phone.

Doesn't make up for not having
common sense,

but it's the best I got for you.

- No, you've done plenty,
thank you.

- That's the ridge line from
the photo that Kemi showed us.

We're going this way, east.

- Okay, I'll give you
30 minutes.

After that,
you're on your own.

- You did the right thing.
- Putting them in harm's way?

- They know what they're doing,

so you staring at your phone
is not gonna help them do it.

- Right.
- But here's a smile,

I just got an invitation
to my dad's 60th.

It's gonna be a black tie,
open bar,

a little bit of back-stabbing.

- Sounds more like an olive
branch than an invitation.

You should go.
- You know, this case

I'm working on
is kind of my white whale,
the one that got away.

- Right.
- I need to solve it

before he and I, uh, can air
kiss and pretend to make up.

(chuckling)
- Why?

What's he got to do with it?

(door opening)

- Do you know who I am?

(laughing)

- You know, that's funny.

I was about to ask you
the same thing.

- I am... untouchable.

- You don't remember, do you?

18 years ago, in Zamfara,

a man broke into the home
of a wealthy couple,

and took their 15-year-old girl.

And for three days
and three nights,

he held her captive,

until the police raided
the man's compound

and saved the girl.

Now, the girl's father told her
that the man died in that raid.

But decades later...

here you are.

- That is a terrible...
terrible story.

(scoffs)

But I had nothing to do with it.
- Scar on your left shoulder.

Burn mark on your chest.

I know who you are.

And by now, I'm pretty sure
you know who I am too.

After you did that to me,

I didn't speak for a year.

The doctors couldn't help me.

Until my nana took me
to a shaman.

And the minute
the shaman saw me,

she shrieked...

because she knew I had powers.

A connection to the spirit world
in which, I assure you...

...you are very touchable.

(tense music)

- We've been walking
for an hour. I need to rest.

(groaning)

My stomach.

From that punch.

Something happened.

(groaning)

- It's all right. Are you okay?

- It kills. My shoulder too.

- Do you recognize any of this?
- No.

I'm sorry. I know
we have to keep going.

- I'm the one
who should be sorry.

I was so scared, I just ran.

But I think I may have
gotten us lost.

I'm sorry.

- You ever been in therapy?
- I was, am, will be.

Although, he's probably going
to want to charge double

if I keep working with you.
- Anyway, I went to a shrink

with Nik today to talk
about Keith.

- Yeah, she told me.
- In under two minutes,

this guy, he started
talking about us,

how we disagree
about Keith's DNA test,

how we disagree about Keith
seeing a therapist...

- Those decisions
aren't easy to make.

- I know, but the thing is,
it took him two minutes

to realize that I drive her
completely nuts.

You know, like I'm a scab
on her body

that she can't stop picking at.

That's me,
the human scab, right?

That's me. You can disagree
with me, that's the point.

- Hey, look.

Is that Tim?

- Who the hell is that?

- Clear. I'm gonna check
the perimeter.

(tense music)

Tim, Amy, it's Philly PD!
We're here to help.

What do you got?

- .308 cal. My guess,
it's from a Mauser.

- What, a sniper rifle?
- We used these in the war

to snipe targets from,
like, Bermuda.

I don't know who the hell
would be using it out here.

Certainly not Tim and Amy.
- Well, I found two sets

of prints headed north.
Looks like they were running.

- Alright. Let's get Lisa,
chopper him back.

Maybe get an ID,
somehow figure out how Tim
and Amy are involved.

- I agree, but once she's gone,

we're on our own
with whoever did this.

- We're short. It's not here.

Could be anywhere.
What do you want to do?

- Looks like we're going
hunting.

(laughing)

- I'm sure we've been
reported missing.

So we're gonna light a fire,
get warm,

and wait for someone
to come find us.

Talk about burning
through money.

(chuckling)

Come on, get closer.

Tim, babe,
you need to stay warm.

Timmy.

(crying)
Tim! Tim.

- Thank you... for saying yes.

- Of course, yes. Yes, yes.

A thousand times yes.

Tim... Help, help. Help! Help!

Somebody please help us!

- The body you found on the
mountain, we ran his prints.

His name is Allen Foley,
he's a freighter pilot.

Two days ago, he captained
a flight that was flagged

for inspection upon arrival,

but when he landed,
there was no cargo.

- None? Nothing at all?

- Well, my guess, someone tipped
him off and he dumped it.

- I reached out to the FAA
to see the flight path
between Toronto and here.

Granted, talking to people is
not usually in my wheelhouse,

but interacting with the living
was surprisingly refreshing.

- Okay, and?!

- And the flight path
from there to here

goes directly over
Buchanan State Forest.

- It looks like he ditched
the cargo, landed,

and then circled back to get it.

- So wait, who found him
before he could?

- Well, when we have that,
we will call.

Until then,
please just be careful.

- Yeah. Hey, Nik,
we'll get back to you. Thanks.

- Hey! That could be Tim and Amy
right there.

- Yeah, well, we gotta hurry,
'cause that fire,

if we can see it,
Foley's killer can too.

- Our friend from the lake?

- Our boy friend. Male.

Caucasian. Between 10 and 14.
Here, check this out.

It's a... It's a work
in progress, but with any luck,

I should be able to connect him
to a missing John Doe

in a week or two.

- Good. He deserves to be
reunited with his parents.

Hey, by the way,
Rachel's on her way over.

- Wait, wait, uh...

(stammering)
Wh... Why? What for?

- I told the ME about Foley,

and he's sending her
to pick him up.

You know she won't bite, right?

- Nobody said anything
about biting.

- Hey.

I just got a call from
the State Department.

- Is there
an ambassador missing?

- No, but a diplomat is.

Isaiah Donzomo.
I don't know who he is

or what he means to you,
Kemi, but uh...

- Um, uh...

He...
(clears throat)

- What?
- He abducted me when I was 15.

And, uh... demanded
a ransom payment

that my father
refused... to pay.

- Oh, that's...

(Kemi breathes deeply)

I'm sorry, Kemi, that's awful.

- I, uh...

My father told me
that he was dead,

and last week
at the train station,

the reason that I was distracted
is because I saw him.

(sighing)

He has to pay...
for what he did to me.

- Hey, I agree, I agree.

And I wish that I had the power
to do that, but...

whoever he was,
he is now a Nigerian minister

of trade and development
out of the consulate.

(scoffs)
He has diplomatic immunity,

Kemi, you have to let him go.

- No. No. No...

No, no, I can't do that.

I can't... You can't ask me
to do that.

Please don't ask me
to do that.

(crying)

- Hey. We will figure something
out, but not today.

Today, you have to let him go.

And once he's gone,
I need you to set it aside...

and dig into Alan Foley.

There's a killer
out on that mountain,

and we need to find out
who he is. Okay?

- Okay.

(sniffling)

Okay.
- Okay.

- Thank you.

(tense music)

(sighing)

- Like I said... untouchable.

(inhaling sharply)

- Hey.

You need a ride?

- You really gonna ask
the kidnapped kid

if he wants to get
in a stranger's car?

- What's the worst
that could happen?

(music playing)

- I do not believe you.

- I'm so serious. In F9.

Ludacris and Tyrese
get in a car and go to space.

- What?
- Yeah.

- I thought Tokyo Drift
was bad.

- It was, yeah.

- I guess I'm lucky
I missed it.

(chuckling)

One of the few perks
of living in a basement.

- Alright. Good.

- The basement
was anything but good.

- Talking about it is.
Opening up.

- Why does everyone
want to hear my sob story?

Don't you all have your own
crap to deal with?

- It's not about us.
It just actually helps.

Dealing with the past
is the only way

to get back to normal.
- Normal?

Man, I don't even know
what normal looks like.

Everyone keeps asking me
about what happened,

but all I can think about
is how much I missed.

I'm the only kid in high school
who doesn't have social media

or love Lizzo.

I can't even drive
a freakin' car.

I'm so far from normal,

I wouldn't even know
where to start.

- Alright. New plan.
- What are you doing?

- Your turn. If you want it.

- What's the worst
that could happen?

- Yeah! Alright. Alright.
(laughing)

(car beeping)
That's what I want to hear.

- Tim! Amy!

Hey. Philadelphia PD,

we're gonna get you out of here.
Tell me what happened.

(shouting in the distance)

Tim's gone. Amy, I'm so sorry.

- Okay, we can't stay here.

And to keep in front
of whoever that is,

we can't take him with us.

(shouting in the distance)

- You're in shock
and talking about is not
gonna bring him back.

But if you tell me
what happened,

maybe we can understand
what we're up against.

You gotta talk to me.

- Hey. Any chance
the cavalry's coming?

- I wish. Are you guys okay?

- Uh... For the moment.
What do you know?

- I spoke with Foley's wife,

and she said that he came back
from his last trip in a panic,

and then headed out
at first light.

- Yeah, because he dropped
his contraband

and needed to get it back
before his bosses noticed.

- And the wife told me this,

despite the fact
that another cop had
already visited the house.

- Wait, what other cop?
- Exactly.

She didn't get a name, but
the doorbell cam caught a photo.

- The man on
the mountain with you,

his name is Bill Winchester.

He is the cleaner
for the 215,

that is the gang responsible
for 40% of the meth

in the Eastern Seaboard.

This guy has done time
for arson, armed robbery,

attempted murder, you name it.

-(distant engine revving)

Mike, are you listening to me?

- Jay! Jay!
- Mike, what's going on?

- They're here!

- I can't see them, can you?

- Mike, talk to me, Mike!

(gunshot)
(groaning)

Mike!

(gunshots)
Mike!

Mike! Talk to me, Mike!

(gunshots)
Mike!

Ping their phones and get me
Lisa, I'm going up there.

- You mean, we are.
- I shouldn't have let them go,

and I am not making
that mistake again.

I need you here,
because whatever we just heard,

I need you to pray...

that it's not what
we think it is.

(groaning)

(tense music)

- Let's get him on this table.
Come on.

Mike, hang in there.

Come on, Mike.
We found a ranger's station.

You're gonna be fine.
(groaning)

You're fine.

(Amy crying)
Come on. Hey, relax. Relax.

Head up.
(groaning)

- I can't just leave him.
Tim... I...

My Tim is still out there.
I can't just leave him.

- Listen to me, listen to me.
I hate leaving him too.

We have a maniac out there,
okay? And he's coming for us.

I don't want to leave Tim
out there either,

but we'll go back for him when
we have a chance, I promise you.

But right now, we gotta think
about survival, that's it.

Do you understand?
- Yeah.

- Alright, look. All these
drapes, close 'em. Please.

Alright, buddy. We're good.

We can't outrun 'em,
but we can hide.

- I can't outrun them,
but you can, okay?

Get the hell out of here.

- Trust me, I'd love
to leave you,

but Nik would kill me.
There's a first aid kit

in his bag. Check it, please.

(groaning)

- I found bandages.

- Alright, pressure, right
there. Let me feel your pulse.

Heart's beating too fast, trying
to pump too little blood.

- You don't have a bottle
of bourbon in there, do you?

Or rubbing alcohol,
I don't care.

- But I do got O negative
on tap.

(helicopter whirring)

- Last known coordinates off
the sat phone put them here.

(wind howling)

- Oh, my God. It's Tim.

What the hell happened?

- An ambush.

- He's gone.

So, where's everybody else?

- Mike. Lisa...

I know you didn't
have to do this,

and I have no right
to ask you to do more,

but I'm gonna need you to wait
for me back in the landing zone.

Kill the lights,
but stay on the radio,

and be ready.
We'll have wounded.

- What are you gonna do?

- That depends on what supplies
you have back in the helicopter.

- This transfusion's
doing you right,

but you're still losing
too much blood.

I'm gonna have to cauterize
the wound, alright?

- Yeah.
- See if you can find anything

combustible in here, okay?
I got this.

- I've got easy-strike
matches and um...

there's a cooking burner
over there.

- Okay, that's good.
That'll come in handy
when we decide to eat him.

I got an idea.

I got some bullets left
in my gun.

- Save your ammo. If you want
to do something for me,

just take care of Nikki.

- Shut up, Mike.
Please, would you shut up?

- Scabs are ugly, okay?

(breathing heavily)
But they also protect us.

And help us heal.
People need scabs.

And Nikki, she needs you.

- No, she doesn't.

Alright, look,
I'm gonna tell you something,

and I'm not saying this
to piss you off,

I just need you to find
that will to survive, okay?

When you and Nik first met,
I tried to get her back.

I know, I know, I'm a terrible
person. Alright? I was jealous.

I was jealous, I saw my
opportunity, I took it, but...

there's no accounting for taste,
because she chose you, buddy.

- Is that true?
- Yeah, it's true.

You're not the backup singer.

You're Freddie Mercury.

Minus the coke.

(laughing weakly)
And the charisma, alright?

(engines revving)

- Someone's outside.

- Good evening, friends!

Hope I didn't catch you
at a bad time.

- I'm tending to a wounded man
because of you!

- We'll keep this short, then.

You have something of mine.

If you'd be so kind
as to return it,

you can resume
with your wounded.

- The money.

I forgot I have it.

- Okay. I give you this money,

you're just gonna take off?
What insurance do I have?

- None. The way I see it,

you have no other
option now, do you?

- Alright. Give me
a little space.

(groaning)

(groaning)

- If you won't cooperate,

you leave me no choice
but to cut my losses.

- Just a little bit
of gun powder, Mike.

(screaming)

- I'm losing patience!

- Alright, buddy,
I'm not gonna lie,

this is gonna hurt
like a son of a bitch,

but you're bleeding
too much, okay?

- Yeah.
- This is your final warning.

I'm gonna count to three,

and if you're not out here with
my money, we will open fire.

- You ready?
- Yeah. I'm ready.

- Alright. One...
- One!

- Wait, I need a minute!

- You don't have a minute! Two!

- Three...

(screaming)
You're good. We did it.

We did it. You're good.
Pressure, pressure, pressure.

(Mike groaning)

Change of heart?
- Change of plans.

- Dead man's switch.

If I go down,
you go down with me.

- Oh no.
- What do you want?

- Why, Nik, why?
- What do you think?

- I'm not leaving
without my money.

- I'm taking my team and
I'm walking out of here.

Search and rescue
are coming for us,

so whatever you do with
your money is your concern.

- Nik?
- How's Mike?

- He's not good! He needs
to be medevac'd out of here.

- That's not happening.

- Well, this detonator
says different.

- You're not a suicide bomber.

You won't kill yourself.
Not over this.

- I'm a cop. I saw your file,
I know who you are.

- So you know you won't be
getting out of here alive.

- I'm not talking about your
crimes. I'm talking about you.

No wife, no children, there is
no one you can't live without.

So you can't imagine the agony
of living without them.

Me? I don't have to imagine.

My son went missing
six years ago,

and every day
that passed without him,

I wished I could trade
my life in for his.

I feel the same about the man
in that cabin. I love him.

Now, to you, those are
silly words, but to me,

they're the air I breathe.

Without him, I would suffocate.

So if you want
to call my bluff,

by all means, go ahead!

I've held this detonator
for six years.

Maybe it's about time
I let it go. Hmm?

- I'm not leaving
without my money.

- Understood.

Hey, Jay! The money!

(tense music)

- What the hell is this?
They took a million-eight.

- They burned the money.
They were freezing,

they burned the money
to stay warm.

- You got your money.
- This isn't over.

I will come for you.

- You're out of your mind, Nik.

I know I'm crazy,
but you're on another level.

- Jay, Jay, just listen.

- We gotta get
that receiver off of you.

- Listen!
- Listen to what?

- That receiver's not on me.

- Then where the hell is it?
(explosion)

(screaming)

- You'd be surprised
how many explosives

S&R carry on the chopper.

- You were bluffing?

- Hey, baby, baby...

Come one, baby, wake up.

- Listen to me. You're gonna fly
back with them.

I'm gonna go check
on Winchester and his guys.

When that helicopter comes back,
I'm going to get Tim,

and I'm bringing him home. Hey,
I promise you. I promise you.

- You have to wake up, Mike.

- Hey, how is he?
- He's still in surgery.

- He's gonna be okay, okay?
The candles said so.

- I called the State Department
and told them about Danzomo.

- Yeah.
- I wish that I could do more.

- Yeah, me and you both.

(scoffs)

- Your father... what is...?
- Yeah, yeah. Um...

He, uh, he refused to pay
the ransom because he thought

it would encourage
more kidnappings.

So um, my sisters,
my mother, he...

He sacrificed me
to protect them.

- That's horrific.
- Yeah.

- He must be filled
with shame and regret.

- Trust me, he doesn't know
the meanings to those words.

- Or it's the reason
he invited you to his party.

Only one way to find out, right?

- Yes, yeah.

(Nikki:) I just read
the medical examiner's
report on Tim.

The punch ruptured his spleen
and caused internal bleeding.

There was nothing
you could've done.

I know that that doesn't make
the pain feel any easier.

But if I were you,
I'd want to know.

- Tim and I got engaged
on the mountain.

That's why we went.

(sniffling)

But am I still engaged?

Do I... Do I take this off?

- You do what your heart
tells you to do.

- Is it true you and Detective
Sherman are engaged?

- Yes.

- Why don't you have a ring?
- I do.

It's in his trunk.
- Why?

- Well...

'Cause I'm an idiot.

- Hey! Hands off my body.
Or at least buy me dinner first.

- Rachel, hi.
- So...

This is where
the necromancy happens.

The decor is a little on the
nose, but uh, I like it!

Hey, they bought you
a 3D printer?!

- Oh...
- They won't even fix

my paper jams.
- Okay, this is really

specifically calibrated,
actually.

- Coroner's office has none
of this stuff.

- Hey, sorry,
please don't touch that.

- Hey! You're the one
putting your hands

where they don't belong.

- Oh, this isn't actually--
- That's not mine, is it?

- They never look like their
profile picture, do they?

(chuckling)
Um, your date's over here, uh,

and we ran a full
facial recognition so...

But it's completely
uncontaminated.

The only body I touched today
was my own.

- Uh...

- Oh, my God.

That's not... I didn't.
- Wow.

- Please forget
that I said that.

- No chance. And I gotta go.

Next time you have a body
for me, give me a heads up.

- Yes.

- Here's my card.

- Sorry.

- Use it.

- Yeah. It's cool.
I've... That's...

(chuckling)

Yeah.

(indistinct announcement)

- Hey, baby.

- Hmm.

- How do you feel?

- About as good as I look.

But... I'm better now
that you're here.

- You know, Doc says that
you're one of the luckiest
guys he knows.

One centimeter to the left,

and there would've been
nothing Jay could do.

- Oh, well... I slept during
the end of the movie.

What happened?

- Well, the good guys
were good...

- Hmm.
- Bad guys are caught.

- Yeah?
(chuckling)

- And I asked you to marry me.

- Well, talk about
a wow finish, huh?

- A trunk is no place
for a ring.

- Well, they cut my pants off.

- That's not where I thought
this was going.

- No, my pants, I need my pants.

- Oh, okay.

For the record, I just kind
of asked you to marry me,

so if we could, uh...

If we could sideline
the whole pants thing and...

get back to the question
at hand.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I thought it was in the trunk.
- I was being metaphorical.

It was either that or admit
that putting them in my pants

created and insane amount
of chafing.

- You carried it with you.

- It... You... Us.

For better or uh, well,
at the moment, for worse.

(chuckling)
Talk about bad timing, huh?

- Oh, babe.

If today taught me anything,

it's that there is
no such thing.

(laughing)

- I don't understand.

He invited me.

- I invited you, Kemi.

I thought it might be
a pleasant surprise,

but when he found out,
he was quite insistent...

- That his daughter be left out
in the cold? Again?

- I'm sorry.

But you can't come in.

- You know, as a child,

I used to cry because
Father was always gone.

But now I cry
because he is a bastard.

(soft music)

(door closing)

(breathing shakily)

- Keith was focused.

He listened intently
to what everyone said.

- That's good. I mean, you said
that he met someone?

- Oliver, yes. He encouraged
Keith to open up.

As I mentioned when we first
met, that's one of my goals,

is to expose your son to people
with similar experiences

in the hopes of encouraging him

to feel comfortable
opening up about his own.

(Jason): Yeah, I mean,
that's definitely gonna take

some time. Him opening up.

Unfortunately,
he gets that from me.

- Do you want to talk
about that?

- Talk about what?
- Suffering in silence?

- Uh... Yeah, yeah,
I guess I can do that.

- Hey. Uh, thanks for the ride
today, and for, uh....

listening, or whatever.

(phone chimes)

(ominous music)

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