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(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.

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(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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