All language subtitles for 9-1-1.Lone.Star.S04E09.1080p.WEB.H264-CAKES_Subtitles03

(upbeat music playing)

That was an amazing game,
Mouse.

Thank you, Mr. Dawson.

I mean it. Two goals
against the Hammers?

Your mom and dad are gonna
be so proud of you, honey.

You know they wanted
to be there, but--

Work.

Hey, I got both
your goals on video

so we can show them
when we get home.

-(cheering)
-WOMAN (on video):
Yeah, yeah, come on!

(whooping)

That was really cool
of you to do.

-Thank you, Mrs. Dawson.
-MRS. DAWSON: You got it.

I just have one note.

Why didn't you celebrate?

Because it's Mouse, Mom.
She never celebrates.

MRS. DAWSON:
I don't care who you are.

You hit the game-winner against
the best team in the state,

you celebrate!

I don't want anyone to feel bad.

Can I give you
a piece of advice?

Never hide your light

because it'll make
somebody else feel bad.

Okay, so let's hear it.

-What?
-Your celebration, silly.

Next time you score a goal,
what are you gonna do?

-I don't know.
-Ooh. I know what I'd do.

-A big balls celebration.
-Joey!

(chuckling) Not helpful.

How about the classic
"Goa-a-al!"

Like the TV guy, huh?

-Come on.
-ALL: Goa-a-al!

-ALL: Goa-a-al!
-Go, go, goa-a-al!

ALL: Goa-a-al!

Mr. Dawson!

-(horn blaring)
-Oh, God!

(theme music plays)

Good job, 126.

Oh, Mateo,
you got a little, uh...

PAUL STRICKLAND:
You got something--
it's right there.

(laughter)

(cell phone buzzing)

Hey, it's Marwani.

-Hey-o. Is that Marjan?
-OWEN STRAND: Hey, Marjan!

Hey!

How's my girl?

Good.

You were talking about
the bike, weren't you?

Of course,
I meant the bike.

Well, I sold her.

Pretty good price.
I got $200 more than I paid you.

You're hilarious.

MATEO CHAVEZ:
Hey, what's up, Marj?

PAUL:
Hey-o. Is that Marjan?

Hey, what's up, girl?

Aw!

You guys look like
you're having fun.

Yeah, we just knocked down
a five-alarm fire

in a sausage factory.

It made me so hungry.
It smelled so delicious.

JUDD RYDER:
Ooh, you got that right.

Hey, is that Marjan?

Oh, hey!

I miss you guys.

So come back!

Okay.

Okay? Did you say "okay"?

Yeah, I mean,
assuming you haven't

replaced me already.

No, we haven't replaced you.
You're irreplaceable.

Are you sure you're
ready to come back?

Yeah, I'm ready.

Like, really ready.

-PAUL: Awesome, yeah!
-MATEO: Cool.

MARJAN MARWANI:
Okay, okay, okay.

Just promise me one thing.

Please don't make
a big deal out of this.

I don't need you guys
being all... extra.

Why would you think
we'd be all extra?

Dude, you gave your dad

a tumor-shaped cake
when he beat cancer.

Alright. We promise.
No parties.

- Where are you?
-Uh, Tucumcari.

New Mexico?
You can be here by tonight.

No, I've had a pretty
eventful couple days.

I think I'm gonna
grab a motel room

and then maybe hit the road
first thing in the morning?

Alright. So you'll be
in Austin by four o'clock.

Why don't you just
come right to my house?

Don't even bother going home.

Your place? Why?

So we can get
the paperwork sorted out.

Can't we just do that
on Tuesday at work?

Well, I think it's better
to just get it out of the way.

You're throwing a party,
aren't you?

ALL: Yeah!

Okay, fine, fine.
But no yacht rock, okay?

-Oh!
-(all jeering)

Alright, drive safe.

I will.

Hey.

Did you get a seat?

I'm on the 8:45
to Fort Lauderdale.

Amazing!

Okay, do me a favor, Kiley,
and, uh,

put this in your backpack.

What? What is this?

Marjan.

I can't accept this.

Yes, you can.

I blew up your old life.

The least I can do
is help you start a new one.

Where did you even
get all of this?

I sold my bike.

No.

-Oh, my God. You shouldn't have.
-It's okay.

I've eaten enough diesel exhaust
to last me a lifetime.

But how are you getting home?

I don't know, I'll get
a rental car or something.

Don't even sweat it.

(over PA): ...8:45 bus
to Fort Lauderdale.

Hey, what's-what's-what's
going on?

What if getting on that bus is
the biggest mistake of my life?

I mean, look at
how happy we were.

No, those aren't real, Kiley.

That was posted for show.

What I saw
when you were with him,

the look of terror in your eyes?

That was real.

Grant will have
posted bail by now.

This is your chance
to break free.

You have to take it.

Grant was my home.

MARJAN:
You thought he was.

When you find your real home,

you'll feel the difference.

Believe me.

(sniffles)

I'm so scared...

doing this alone.

And that's what
makes you so brave

because you're doing it anyways.

And you won't
be alone, okay?

My sister Sahar lives just
down the road in Miami Beach.

She has the place wired.

I'll text you her number.

Thank you, Marjan...

for everything.

ANNOUNCER (over PA):
This is a final call

for the 8:45 bus
to Fort Lauderdale.

(Kiley inhales and exhales)

Go, enjoy your life.

You deserve it.

(ominous music playing)

(bus engine revving)

Man, I don't know about y'all,
but I'm getting a serious case

of carpal tunnel over here.

Right?
If Captain Vega was here,

I would be submitting
for hazard pay.

Yeah, she's lucky
she missed this assignment.

Well, that's debatable.

She's at her 11-year-old's
ballet recital,

and it's supposed
to go for four hours.

(scoffs) Ouch.

Is Grace coming by?

Nah, she can't. Actually,
her shift starts at 5:00

so I told her
I'll bring her a piece of cake.

-(oven dings)
-OWEN: Alright.

The mushroom canapés are out.

The short ribs and bruschetta
are cooking.

Uh, salmon and cucumber canapés
are in the refrigerator.

What else am I missing?

Oh, yeah.

The fig and-and brie canapés.
Duh.

That's a lot of canapés
on 24 hours' notice.

I have a guy.

Hey, Dad, remember,

she didn't want us
getting too extra.

Oh, this isn't "extra."
I am never "extra."

People, we must
have more LED balloons.

I do not wanna see any light.

I wanna see
this whole ceiling covered.

He's still not over us

not letting him
plan the wedding, is he?

Yeah, we just gotta let him
figure it out on his own.

And you know what?
I think we may have
dodged a bullet.

In the shape of a canapé.

(both chuckle)

("Mama, I'm Coming Home"
by Ozzy Osbourne playing)

♪ Times have changed
and times are strange ♪

♪ Here I come
but I ain't the same ♪

♪ Mama, I'm coming home ♪

MARJAN: What the--

Oh, God.

Hey, Siri, call 9-1-1.

SIRI:
Calling 9-1-1.

(line ringing)

Hello?

SIRI:
Call disconnected.

Hey, Siri, call 9-1-1.

SIRI:
Calling 9-1-1.

-(line rings, beeps)
-(tires screeching)

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

MARJAN:
Hello? If anyone
can anyone hear me,

I need police.

I'm headed
eastbound on 71!

A Winnebago with Idaho plates

is trying to
run me off the road.

The driver's name is Grant--

(thuds)

(horn honking)

-(gasps)
-(tires screeching)

(glass shatters)

(tense music playing)

(weakly) Ow.

(groans)

What? What the--

GIRL: Sorry.

I didn't know how to wake you.

My friends need help.

Wh-what happened?

There was an accident.

You drove off the road.

Into a ditch.

Yeah.

I do that sometimes.

Ah!

Are you okay?

(groans)

Feels like I broke
a couple ribs.

Probably a concussion, too,
I'm guessing.

Where-where did you come from?

I was in the accident, too.

A red car.

My friend and his parents,
they're still stuck in the car.

Please, you have to help them.

Yeah.

I'll-I'll-I'll call for help.

Or not.

Okay, kid.

Come on. Show me.

(coughs)

(heavy breathing)

(groans)

(groans)

(groaning)

(panting)

(items clatter)

(sharp exhale)

(heavy breathing)

(winces)

(groans)

(panting)

(heavy breathing)

MOUSE:
You can lean on me.

MARJAN: You know,
you're pretty strong for--

What are you, eleven?

Twelve?

Ten.

Oh.

What's your name?

People call me Mouse.

Mouse?

That's probably, uh--

That's probably 'cause you're...

pretty mouthy, huh?
(panting)

No.

(winces sharply)

My name's, my name's Marjan.

And you're in luck 'cause,

'cause I'm a firefighter.

Okay?

And we're gonna
get through this.

You said the car's
right around here?

Uh... I thought so.

Maybe I got turned around.

MARJAN:
That's okay. It's okay.
Come on.

We'll just,
we'll keep looking, okay?

You play soccer, huh?

MOUSE:
How did you know?

Your uniform
kinda gave you away.

Right.

(pants)

What, uh,
what position do you play?

-Striker.
-No way!

That was my favorite position.

(twig snaps)

MOUSE:
What? What is it?

Nothing. Nothing. Uh--

I just, I wanna make sure

I know how to get back, okay?

Come on.

-Is that it?
-MOUSE: Yes.

It's a miracle
you made it out of there.

MOUSE:
Joey! Mr. and Mrs. Dawson!

I brought a firefighter.

Hey, hey.
Hey, listen, sweetheart,

I think it's better if you just,
if you stay here, okay?

But I wanna help you.

I'm gonna do everything I can
to help your friends.

I-I promise.

So I need you to do me a favor.

And you're just gonna
sit down here, okay?

And, uh, look up at the trees
a-and count to 100,

and whatever you do, just--
Don't-don't turn around, okay?

-Okay.
-MARJAN: Okay.

Okay.

One, two...

three, four...

five, six, seven...

(winces sharply)

...eight, nine...

-ten...
-(winces sharply)

(panting)

MOUSE:
...eleven, twelve,

thirteen, fourteen...

fifteen, sixteen...

(groans)

MOUSE:
...seventeen, eighteen...

nineteen, twenty...

twenty-one, twenty-two...

twenty-three, twenty-four...

-(Marjan winces)
-MOUSE: ...twenty-five...

(panting)

MOUSE:
...twenty-six...

twenty-seven, twenty-eight...

twenty-nine, thirty...

-thirty-one, thirty-two...
-(Marjan groans)

MOUSE:
...thirty-three, thirty-four...

thirty-five, thirty-six...

They're dead, aren't they?

MARJAN:
Um... (panting)

I'm so sorry.

(exhales)
It's all my fault.

No, no, no, no, Mouse, no.

-It is not your fault.
-MOUSE: It is.

They were teaching me
how to celebrate a goal,

and Mr. Dawson
took his eyes off the road.

If I hadn't had
driven into your lane,

none of this would
have happened, okay?

So if it's anybody's fault,
it's mine.

You understand?

We really have to
get out of here, Mouse.

We need to go to the top
of the road and get some help.

(Marjan winces)

Can I say goodbye to him first?

(sniffles)

Joey.

He's my best friend.

Hey, no, I think--

I think it's better if
you say goodbye in your head.

-Okay?
-How do I do that?

Close your eyes.

Think of a time when you
were truly happy together.

Do you have a memory like that?

Last season,
Joey scored his first goal.

His only goal.

He was so happy
he hugged me

in front of everybody.

Then I want you to
think of him just like that.

'Cause that's how happy
he'll always be

as long as you
carry that with you.

Now I want you to tell him
that you won't

ever forget him.

Okay.

I told him.

Good job, honey.

Come on.

JUDD:
Well, Cap, I hate to say it,

but I think, uh,
you're gonna have to

put your salmon canapés
back in the fridge.

Yeah, these fishes are not
swimming upstream anymore, Cap.

This is a disaster.
Where is she?

Mateo, any news?

Straight to voice mail.

Maybe she doesn't
have service.

She's on the interstate.
She should have service.

TK STRAND:
Maybe she's
on the motorcycle

and she can't hear
the phone calls coming in.

No, no, no, no.
All that stuff goes
right into the helmet.

-That's not an issue.
-Oh, God.

She did tell us
she didn't want a party.

Yeah, but Marjan
wouldn't ghost us, right?
She is not like that.

NANCY GILLIAN:
Well, maybe she just
turned off her phone

and she's, like,
taking the scenic route.

We're talking
about Firefox, Nancy.

The woman
never has her phone off,

and she's never late.

I mean, am I wrong, Cap?

Not once in three years.

Do we start
calling hospitals?

Hang on.
I got a better idea.

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

(cell phone ringing)

-Hey, husband.
-JUDD (over phone):
Hey, Gracie.

I got you on speaker
at Marjan's party.

Hmm.
Okay, so you're calling
to rub my face in it, huh?

We missed you, Marjan.

JUDD:
No, no, sweetheart,
she ain't here.

That's what
we're callin' about.

She should have been here
about two hours ago,

and she's not
answering her phone.

OWEN (over phone):
Hey, Grace, I'm sending you
her contacts.

Can you try to get
a location on her phone?

Uh, let me try tracking her GPS.

I'm not seeing her.

Hey, Grace,
when was the last time
she used her phone?

It was about
an hour and a half ago.

Two calls,
both under three seconds.

What were the numbers?

It was to 9-1-1.

Both came into
Mason County Dispatch,

and both of 'em dropped.

Okay, so that's bad.

Mason County, alright, that--

That must mean
she was on Highway 71.

OWEN:
Grace, can you check
for accidents on Highway 71

in Mason County?

Mm-mm. I'm not seeing any.

Anyone know what time
she left this morning?

Uh, sunrise, early.

That's seven hours on the road
before she called 9-1-1,

which means she could be--

Anywhere within
100 miles from here.

Grace, I think we're
gonna hop in the car

and head west looking for her.

Uh, will you keep us updated?

Yeah, I will.
I'll say a prayer, too.

-Love you.
-Paul, come with us.

We need your eyes.

Okay, shouldn't we all go?

No, no. Somebody's
gotta stay here

in case she comes in that door.

CARLOS REYES:
I'll call AFD,

Highway Patrol,
Texas Rangers,

see if they've heard anything.

Alright.

(groaning)

Hey. Hey. Good hustle, Mouse.

(pants)

Are you still feeling okay?

Yeah. You?

-(vehicle approaching)
-Yeah.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Stop! Hey!

We need help.
(winces sharply)

You alright?

No. Th-There was an accident.

Where's your vehicle?

Down in-in the ravine.

Looks like you hit your head
pretty good there.

Yeah.

The damn thing
won't stop leaking.

I got some duct tape
in the back there.

Probably do the trick.

We-we should really just go.

Nearest hospital's
40 miles away.

You're liable to bleed out
before you get there.

Come on.

Drink some water.

Thank you for stopping.

My name's Rick.
What's yours?

Marjan and, uh... Mouse

RICK:
Kind of a nickname, huh?

A square of this
over your eyebrow there

should hold till we get you
to a professional.

I'll dial 9-1-1.
Let 'em know we're on our way.

Thank you, Rick.

-Don't be--
-(gunshot)

(gunshots)

Run. Run!

(gunshot)

(winces)

♪ ♪

(both panting)

MARJAN:
Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay.

MOUSE:
But you're not.

MARJAN: Oh!

Oh...

(groans)
I've been shot.

(panting)

Wh--

CARLOS: Thanks, Pa.
Yeah, I appreciate it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll see each other
this weekend.

Alright, bye.

Texas Rangers
haven't heard anything.

Yep. Thank you.

No Jane Does matching
Marjan's description

in any hospitals in Kerr County.

Or Gillespie, Logan, or Mason.

I think we need to start
calling tow truck companies.

What if she's stranded on
the side of the road somewhere?

Something bad happened,
I know it.

CARLOS: Hey.

You alright?

Why did we let her go?

I mean, we never
should have let her leave.

Mateo, you need to
be strong right now, okay?

No matter what happened,
Marjan needs us to keep pushing.

(sniffles, sighs)

Just can't lose her, man.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, Grace, you're on
with all of us here right now.

-You find anything?
-GRACE (over phone):
Yeah, I did.

I'm not sure
what to make of it, though.

I ran Marjan's name
through the system

and got a hit
on a police report.

An aggravated assault
two days ago in New Mexico.

Two days ago?
She never mentioned anything.

I hate to ask you this,
but was she the victim
or the perpetrator?

GRACE:
She was neither.

It says she was
a material witness

in a domestic violence case.

The assailant
was a Grant Harlan.

Apparently, Marjan stopped him
from hurting his fiancée.

CARLOS:
Please tell me
this guy's locked up.

No. He was released on bail
the day of his arrest.

Same day? Seriously?

-Any idea where he is?
-GRACE: Uh-uh.

And he didn't make
his arraignment this morning.

The court's issued a warrant.

Is the fiancée's name Kiley?

GRACE:
Yeah, it is.

Grace, what do you
know about her?

GRANT:
You know, friend...
(grunts)

...I can't help but notice

the people
you meet on the road...

well, they don't
end up too well.

Maybe that's a lesson for you.

You hear
what I'm saying, friend?

You dead already?

Well, try not
to bleed out without me.

I'll be right with ya.

MARJAN: Honey?

Honey, you have to go.

Run as far away
as you can, okay?

I'm not leaving without you.

It's me he's after, okay?

You have to go.
Please, Mouse, come on.

No.

I'm not leaving without you.

So get up.

Or we're both dead.

(panting)

(groans sharply)

(Mouse grunts)

(vehicle approaching)

(siren chirps)

Afternoon.
Everything okay here?

Yeah. Uh...

Battery just
crapped out on me.

While you were driving?

No, I-I, uh--

I made a pit stop
to drain the main vein,

and now the damn thing
won't start.

Tell you what.

Pop the hood.
I'll give you a jump.

Thank you. But that is,
that's not necessary, Officer.

I, I got a tow truck
on the way already.

Uh, nonsense.
That'll take hours.

I got a jumper in the back,

and it's not safe for you
to be stopped here.

Where you headed, anyway?

Uh, College Station.

OFFICER:
You must be an Aggie.

Yep.

(groans)

-Can you help me?
-MOUSE: Yeah.

(grunts)

(panting)

-Okay. Okay.
-Whose is this?

It's his.

-I don't wanna be here.
-Me neither.

Just... I need
to find some things.

(grunting)

(groans)
Hey, take that.

(groans)

Get some wa-water.

MOUSE: Okay.

(grunting)

-Is that a gun?
-It's a flare gun.

It's gonna--
It's gonna be dark soon.

This is gonna help us
to ask for help.

(tense music playing)

(engine starts)

(Grant chuckles)

Mechanic's curse, right?
(chuckles)

I mean, it's never acting up
when someone's there to fix it.

(slight chuckle)

Yeah.

Well, I suggest you
not stop it again

till you get to A&M.

And next time you have
to drain the vein and pull over,

throw your hazards on.

Will do, Officer.

And Gig 'Em, Aggies.

Gig 'Em, Aggies.

(police car receding)

(groaning, panting)

MARJAN:
I got it, I got it.

MOUSE: Oh, my--

(wincing sharply)

(cries)

(gasps deeply)

(panting)

MOUSE: Marjan.

Please wake up.

(dramatic music playing)

Where the hell'd
you go, friend?

Marjan!

(groans weakly)

I'm-I'm... I'm still here.

I'm good. Help me up, yeah.

What did you just do?

I'm-I'm... I'm packing the wound

to slow down the blood loss.

And maybe buy me some time.

We should go.

(grunts) We have to go.

(grunting)

Give me-- Give me a second.

What does that mean?

That means I was here.

♪ ♪

(snickers)

You bitch.

(Marjan groaning, panting)

MOUSE:
Where are we going?

As far away as we can get.

And then what?

And then...

MOUSE: Marjan?

Get up. We have to go.

Marjan!

GRANT:
Friend! Where are you?

MOUSE:
Wake up. Please. He's coming.

Fiancée's name
is Kiley Davis, 26 years old.

She and Grant are from Idaho,

but neither one's
had a residence listed

in the past couple years.

OWEN: Okay, what did
the New Mexico Staties
have to say?

CARLOS (over phone):
Well, only that Marjan
was the one

that walked Kiley
out of the police station

after Grant's arrest.

Which makes her
the last person with Marjan.

Do you think
they could still be together?

CARLOS:
Well, we just don't know.

Tried calling, DMing Kiley

on all of her socials,

but we haven't had a response.

She did say she had
an eventful couple of days.

PAUL:
That girl can't
just see the sights

like a normal tourist.

Right.

(cell phone chimes)

Guys, I just got a DM
from Kiley's Instagram

and she said she's on a bus
to Fort Lauderdale.

Okay, see if you can
get her on the phone now.

(cell phone ringing)

-Hello, this is Kiley.
-CARLOS (over phone):
Hey, Kiley.

This is Officer Carlos Reyes
from Austin

with some friends
of Marjan Marwani.

On the call is also
Fire Captain Owen Strand.

Wow.

It's everything okay?

OWEN (over phone):
That's why we're calling.

Marjan is missing

and we haven't heard from her
since yesterday.

Please, God, tell me
he didn't do something to her.

He? You mean Grant,
your fiancé?

KILEY:
My ex-fiancé.

Marjan put me
on a bus yesterday

to get away from him.

I've been looking
over my shoulder,

but now I guess I know
why I haven't seen him.

Okay, listen to me.
This is very important.

Do you have any idea where he is

or how we could
get in contact with him?

If he's still in the Winnebago
you could try that.

It has LoJack.

A Winnebago?

But Grant doesn't have

any vehicles registered to him.

That's because
it's his father's.

Albert Harlan.

He let us borrow it
for our trip

and Grant never gave it back.

Alright, Carlos,
have Grace call us

when she gets a signal
on that thing.

CARLOS:
Yeah, I'm on it.

Kiley, thank you.

You've been very helpful.

KILEY:
I just hope Marjan's okay.

She saved my life.

She's a hero.

Yes, she is.

MOUSE (muffled):
Marjan, you have to wake up!

Marjan!

GRANT (muffled, echoing):
Friend!

-Where are you?
-Wake up, please.

He's coming.

Come on.

(clearly) Wake up.

MARJAN:
Hey, Mouse.

You need to get up.

No.

You have to go.
Just leave me.

No.

Look, I've--

I've lost too much blood,
and I'm not gonna make it.

But you have to.

I'm so sorry.

I don't care if you're sorry.

You promised me we were gonna
get out of this together.

Are you a liar?

No.

Then take my hand and get up.

(Mouse grunts)

(groans sharply)

-(Mouse grunts)
-(Marjan groans)

MOUSE: Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

(both panting)

GRANT:
I know you were
in my stuff, friend.

You know, you shouldn't touch
things that don't belong to you.

You should've
stayed away from Kiley!

After I'm done with you,

I'm gonna find her.

(yells) Fort Lauderdale?

Isn't that what the bus said?

You hear me?

Hurry.

-(groans)
-He's coming.

I'm trying, kid. I'm--

I'm trying.

(Mouse grunts)

MOUSE: This way.

No.

(groans)

GRANT:
Damn, friend.

How much blood you got in ya?

Why don't you just let me
put you out of your misery?

-What are we gonna do?
-(Marjan groans)

I don't-- I don't know.

I don't know.

Alright, Grace,
we just passed mile marker 117.

Okay, so Grant's Winnebago
should be on your right,

just around this bend.

Okay, we're going
around the bend.

Definitely no Winnebago.

What? You guys should be
right on top of it.

JUDD:
What's that?

It can't be a coincidence.

Oh! Hey, y'all.

Yeah, he's dead.

He's got a gunshot wound.

PAUL:
And, look,
we got drag marks

going all the way back
to the driver's side door.

Looks like someone
just wanted to get him
out of sight real quick.

Uh, okay,
I'm gonna call this in.

Guys, go back
and get us the radios.

We're gonna split up
and find this Winnebago.

And Marjan.

And Marjan.

(Marjan groans)

I don't hear anything.

Me either.

Maybe he's gone.

Okay. Okay.

Let's go back that way.

-(Marjan groans)
-(Mouse grunts)

Hello, friend.

Looks like that's it, friend.

OWEN: Marjan!

-(Marwani gasps)
-OWEN: Can you hear me?

Marwani!

(winces)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't make a sound.

Don't make a sound.

Or you're dead.

I'm dead anyway.

Yeah? Then I'll go do
your friend out there.

PAUL: Marjan!

It's Paul!

Marjan!

Holler back!

Marwani, where you at?

PAUL:
Marjan, can you hear me?

OWEN: Marjan!

Marjan, can you hear me?

Hey, Cap, I got
a car in the ravine.

Looks like it was
ran off the road.

Any sign of the bike?

PAUL (over radio):
No. Checking the wreck.

Hey, y'all,
I found the Winnebago.

Her name's
on the rental agreement.

This is Marjan's car.

Her car?
What happened to the bike?

Nobody's home
but Marwani was definitely here.

OWEN (over radio):
You sure?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure.

OWEN: Marjan!

Are you out there?

Marjan! Can you hear me?

This can end now, Grant.

Nobody else has to get hurt.

GRANT:
Yeah, well, doesn't sound like

your friends are leaving
anytime soon.

Just let her go.

Who?

Kiley?

No way.

I'm gonna find Kiley.

And then she's gonna
beg me to take her back

before it's done.

(laughs) Look at you.

You can't even stand up.

You know you're
gonna bleed out

before they even
find us down here.

You know what? You're right.

We can end this
and they won't hear a thing.

Don't even need
to waste another bullet.

Turn around.

(scoffs)
Why don't you
just give me that?

I think you learned your lesson.

-He's lying.
-I know.

(gunshot)

(groans, coughs)

(Grant groaning,
screaming)

-You guys hear that?
-Yeah, but where the hell
is it coming from?

-MOUSE: We have to go.
-(Grant screaming)

(grunts)

It's okay. He's gone.

We did it.

No, we didn't.

You have to get up.

(groaning)

Marjan!

Marjan, we have to go.

I see smoke 50 yards
east of the truck.

MOUSE:
Marjan! Marjan!

(dramatic music playing)

-Marwani.
-Cap?

Let me get you out of here.

No. Take her first.
You have to take Mouse.

You need to go with him.
You go with him.

-OWEN: I got you.
-Cap! You can't leave her.

It's okay, Marjan.

I'm gonna be okay now.

We both are.

♪ ♪

(softly) Mouse?

(serene music playing)

(indistinct PA chatter)

Hey, sweetheart.
Sorry to wake you.

I come bearing cronuts.

-Ooh!
-CARLOS: Yes.

Are these from
that place on Fifth?

Babe, what, what is it called?

Twiggies.

Which you won't be

if you have a few of those.

I hope no one's
on a wedding diet.

Oh, no, not today.
I'm starving.

You're a lifesaver. Thank you.

-(Grace giggles)
-Um, no, no, no.

I hear that that title
belongs to all of y'all.

How's Marjan doing?

Um, she's good. She's stable.

Last we heard, they were,
um, finishing up a surgery,

cleaning out the bullet wound.

Good. Other than that,
she's okay?

Yeah, she got a concussion,

two cracked ribs,
and some smoke inhalation.

Mm-hmm. Nothing a little
R&R won't heal, though.

Which is the last thing
she's gonna wanna hear.

(chuckles) Right.

How was Izzy's recital
last night?

Oh, magical.

For the first 15 minutes
that she was on stage.

Then there were
the three and a half hours

that followed, yeah.

Babe, we gotta make sure

Charlie stays away
from that ballet.

-Yeah.
-I got news for you.

Basketball camp isn't better.

Well, it could be
that our daughter

just don't got
no interests at all.

-Good luck with that.
-GRACE RYDER: Mm-hmm.

Oh, Captain, your timing

is impeccable as always.

Captain.

Who's here
for Marjan Marwani?

Huh. So many.

I'm Dr. Cortes,
her vascular surgeon.

The surgery was
a complete success.

She's awake,
but still a little groggy
from the anesthesia.

So can we go see her?

Yes, but not all at once.

We only allow two visitors
at a time on this floor,

so you'll have to go in shifts.

I'll let you sort it out.

-Paul, why don't
you and I go first?
-Yeah.

Wait, hey,
why you guys first?

Fine. Just don't take too long.

Knock, knock.

Hey, guys.

Hey, girl.

MARJAN: Hi.

You really picked a crazy way

to spend your vacation.

Next time, I'm gonna fly
and skip the drama.

Yeah, well, there's a lot
of drama in the air, too.

Trust me.

Ah.

So how you feeling?

Froggy.

Foggy.

It's a lot of painkillers.

So don't hold anything
I say against me.

Don't worry, we won't.

Thanks for saving my ass, Cap.

We just gave your ass a ride.

You saved it yourself.

So you really sold the bike?

Come on now, Cap.
Seriously?

I promise it was
for a good cause.

Oh, I have no doubt.

But you didn't get $200 more?

Uh-huh.

They-they told me that Grant--

Got what he deserved.

What about
the older gentleman

that pulled over to help us?

He didn't make it.
I'm sorry.

MARJAN:
God keep him.

Wait, there-there,
there was another car.

The station wagon...

it swerved and there was
a family in it, Cap.

Mm-mm. There was no other car.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, we're-we're sure.

This concussion is no joke.

Yeah, you were pretty out of it
when we found you.

You thought you were
talking to somebody.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Somebody named Mouse.

No kidding.

That mean something to you?

Yeah.

(footsteps approaching)

Yeah, it does. Wow, I--

NURSE:
These came for you.

Is it okay if I put them
by the bed?

MARJAN:
That'd be great, thank you.

How fancy.

Who are they from?

-Marjan?
-GIRL: Mom.

Dad.

We were so worried.

Joey... and his parents,

I couldn't save them.

I tried, but nobody came.

I know.

My baby, I know.

But you survived.

I didn't think I would.

I never felt so alone.

Always remember...

no matter what happens,

with Allah,
you're never alone.

Understand?

Yes, Mom.

We love you so much, Marjan.

Our sweet little mouse.

♪♪

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