All language subtitles for 9-1-1 Lone Star S04E15_Subtitles01.ENG

-(sirens wailing)
-(horn blaring)

Whew.
Damn, that thing's cookin'.

Yeah. EV cars, man.
Batteries burn extra hot.

Yeah, we're gonna need
all the water we can get.

Looks like the high-voltage
cells underneath

are already
fully compromised.

Y'all get that
one-and-a-half hooked up.

-PAUL STRICKLAND: Copy that.
-This was not my fault.

-JUDD RYDER: You the pick-up?
-I'm sure I had the green light.

He just came flying
through the intersection.

Okay. Captain Vega and her team,
they're gonna take care of you.

Alright. Why don't you walk
to the ambulance with us,

take a look?

JUDD:
Marwani, Strickland.

Start to tamp them flames down
so we can get the driver out.

Hey, there's no driver.
He just walked off.

There's a passenger
in the back seat.
I tried to get him out.

-I couldn't get close enough.
-Hey, scratch that.

No driver, we got a victim
in the backseat, so make a path.

Chavez, get in there
with hand tools.

-You're gonna pull 'em out.
-MATEO CHAVEZ: Copy that.

♪ ♪

Alright, kill 'em.

Chavez, you're up.

(Mateo gasps)

PAUL: Damn.
It's like one of those
trick birthday candles.

Hey, get them hoses
back on there!

And keep 'em there!

Alright, Chavez, get him out.

(glass shatters)

MATEO: We're gonna
get you out of here, sir.

Alright, he's clear!

PAUL:
We got you, buddy.
We got you.

(man coughing)

(tense music playing)

TK, vitals.

TK STRAND:
He's breathing
and his airways are clear,

but he's tachycardic, Cap.

Nancy, get him on O2
and then radio West Park.

-Let 'em know we're on our way.
-Copy.

Hey, kill it.

Y'all did good work.

Well, at least the fire's out.
(chuckles)

(flames roaring)

You had to say it, didn't ya?

(siren wailing)

-(moans)
-TOMMY VEGA: Sir, you with us?

You've been
in an accident.

Can you open
your eyes for me?

(monitor beeping)

-Concussion?
-Pupillary response is fine.

And his lungs don't sound like
they have much smoke damage.

As far as I can tell,
there-there's no head injury.

-There's no blunt-force trauma.
-TK: So what's it mean?

It means he might have been
this way before the accident.

-How?
-I...

(monitor beeping)

This scar is
from a dialysis shunt.

(Tommy sighs)

TK: What is that?

Nancy, radio West Park.

Tell 'em to have their
transplant unit on standby.

He needs a transplant?

Judging by these staples,
he's already had one.

I'm guessing kidney.

He's unresponsive because
he's still under anesthesia
from the surgery.

-(groans weakly)
-Sir, I need you to stay still.

We're gonna get you
back to the hospital.

This time,
you're gonna stay there.

(siren wailing)

Where's the trauma team?

The radio nurse
just told me to stand by.

They're still waiting for
the transplant nephrologist

-to get back from lunch.
-Oh, the hell with that.

Nancy, go into the commissary
and get that doctor yourself

-if you have to.
-NANCY GILLIAN: Copy, Cap.

On my way to ruin lunch.

(rattling)

(suspenseful music playing)

TOMMY: TK? Hey.

TK? Hey.

-(TK groans)
-TK, can you hear me?

Oh, he got me good, Cap.

-Yeah. Yeah, I can see that.
-(TK groans)

Where is he? (groans)

(sighs)

Gone.

(theme music plays)

Okay, you guys, be honest.
Is it noticeable?

(group gasps)

It's that bad, isn't it?

No, it's not.

They literally
just gasped, Nancy.

You guys, will you tell him
that it's not that bad?

-Oh...
-Let me take a little...

Oh, no, no,
that's not that bad.

-That's not bad at all.
-Yeah.

I mean, yeah, your-your face.
It looks, um...

symmetrical.

-(Judd clears throat)
-Paul. Come on.

Tell me the truth.

I'm sure it'll go down
by the wedding.

It's not the wedding
I'm worried about, alright?

Carlos and I are meeting
my Uncle Robert tonight
for the first time.

Oh, yeah, you definitely wanna
get a good concealer then, bro.

-(sighs deeply)
-MARJAN MARWANI: Wait.

You're meeting your uncle
for the first time tonight?

Well, it's my dad's
half-brother.

He met him last year
when he went to California.

You gonna be
in a room full of Strands.

The odds are, you ain't gonna
be the only one with a shiner.

-(laughter)
-PAUL: True that.

No, but seriously, though,
how does a guy

who looked like a vegetable
at the accident scene

just get up and hit you
with a right cross?

DETECTIVE BRIAN McGREGOR:
Renal failure?

Well, that's my best guess.

I mean, it would account
for the sudden violent behavior.

Well, in my experience,
sudden violent behavior

can be caused
by a lot of things.

Renal failure is not usually
at the top of that list.

Detective McGregor,
that-that patient

couldn't have been
more than three hours

off of the operating table

after having
a kidney transplant.

-So?
-TOMMY: So...

you are required
to be hospitalized

for four to six days.

Whichever hospital
released him

is facing criminal
negligence charges.

McGREGOR:
Well, here's the thing.

No hospital anywhere
near that accident site

performed a kidney transplant
on a guy

matching John Doe's
description.

Are you saying that this...

is an underground operation?

It would appear so.

Then you have a much
bigger problem on your hands.

You need to find him
right away.

We don't have the resources
to put together a manhunt

for a half-dead patient.

Even if he managed to clunk
your paramedic on the head.

You're missing
a much bigger point
here, Detective.

And what would
that be, Captain?

The question isn't
where your John Doe is.

The question is,
where did he get that kidney?

(woman breathing heavily)

(panting)

(keypad beeping)

-(line ringing)
-GRACE RYDER (over phone):
9-1-1. What's your emergency?

WOMAN (gasping):
Okay, please help me.

I'm freezing.

I think somebody
did something to me.

GRACE: What do you mean
did something to you?

(woman panting)

I don't know where I am.

Uh... I...

I woke up in a bathtub
filled with ice.

Okay. And you're at the
Sleep Tite Inn, is that right?

WOMAN: I don't know.
I don't remember anything. I...

I think he must have
drugged me.

And my head's fuzzy

and e-everything is j-just numb.
(sharp inhale)

Okay. What's
your name, sweetie?

WOMAN (over phone):
(gasping) Lexi.

Lexi.

Okay, Lexi, listen,
my name is Grace.

I'm getting some help
to you, okay?

But in the meantime, we gotta
get you out of that bathtub

so that you
don't get hypothermia.

(gasping) Oh, okay. okay.

(groans sharply)

(panting)

(groans)

-(panting)
-(water dripping)

(labored) Okay. Okay.

(ice clatters)

(panting)

(gasps)

Oh, my God. Oh, my, God!
Oh, my, God! (gasping)

Lexi, what's going on?

(whimpers)
Somebody cut me open.

I'm-I'm-I'm bleeding.

Where are you bleeding from?

There's staples,
and it's leaking bad.

Lexi, are there towels around?

Yes, yeah.

I want you to grab one
and roll it up, okay?

And then lie down
or kneel up against it.

Try to put some
pressure on the wound, okay?

That should help
to slow the bleeding down.

Okay. Oh...

(winces)

(labored breathing)

Okay. Okay, I'm doing it.
(sharp exhale)

Okay, good.
Now, paramedics are on the way,

but we gotta figure out
what room you're in

so that they can find you.

LEXI:
I don't know! I don't...

(Lexi breathing heavily)

Sarah.

I need you to call
the Sleep Tite Inn

and figure out
which of their rooms right now

are currently
using their landline, okay?

It can't be that many of them.

(gasps)

I'm gonna die in here,
aren't I, Grace?

GRACE: No, ma'am.

Rescue 122.
What's your status?

PARAMEDIC (over phone):
We're on scene.

GRACE: Just start
knocking on doors.

Lexi, listen,
help is at the hotel,

so if you hear
a knock at the door,

I want you to let me know.

Alright? Otherwise, just listen
to the sound of my voice

and keep talking
to me, okay?

(weakly) Okay.

(panting)

(breathing muffled, echoes)

GRACE: Lexi, sweetie?

GRACE: Lexi?

-Lexi, can you hear me?
-(labored breathing)

Lexi, you still with me, baby?

Keep talking to me.

(gasps) Mama?

LEXI: Mama, is that you?

(somber music playing)

-(shallow breathing)
-Yeah, it's me, baby.

I'm here. You just,
you keep talking to me,
okay?

I'm not cold anymore.

(panting)

I'm better now.

Warm.

I'm just gonna...

(sighs) close my eyes
for a second.

(Lexi panting)

Uh-uh, Lexi.

Uh-uh, baby,
you have to wake up. Lexi!

117. The clerk said the only
landline operating at the inn

is in room 117.

-(computer beeps)
-Rescue 122.

Your patient is in room 117.

Go, go, go. Right now.

PARAMEDIC: She's in here.

Ma'am?
Ma'am, can you hear me?

No pulse.

I'm putting her on the LifePak.
Start drying her off.

GRACE: Rescue 122.
I need the patient's status
when you're able.

PARAMEDIC:
She's in V-tach.

Stand back. Clear.

(thuds)

Patient's unresponsive.

Shocking her again. Clear.

-Shock.
-(defibrillator thuds)

She's back in sinus.

-Ma'am, can you hear me?
-(monitor beeping)

-(weakly) Uh, yeah.
-PARAMEDIC: We're gonna
take care of you.

Start a line.
Run it wide open.

Dispatch, patient
is awake and responsive.

-Oh, my God.
-PARAMEDIC:
Please let West Park know

that we are
bringing her in now.

Okay, will do.
Rescue 122, thank you.

Her name's Lexi, okay?

Please take care of her.

PARAMEDIC: Copy that.

(line beeps)

So, Robert,
you were saying

that this is
your first time in Texas?

ROBERT STRAND:
I've been through it before.

You know,
it's kinda hard to avoid

when you're traveling east
from Southern California.

Well, I wish
you'd given me more notice

'cause I would have taken
more time off from work.

Well, the point was
not for you

to have to take time
off of work.

I'm just grateful that you were
able to find time for this.

Are you kidding me?
My only brother comes to town,
I'm taking time off.

And you are gonna stay
till at least Saturday

so we can make up
for lost time.

Okay.

Uncle Robert,
do you have any photos

of my cousins
you could show us?

Oh, yeah. No, absolutely.

Um, this is Hannah.

She is 17
and currently obsessed

with choir
and musical theater.

Nice.

OWEN STRAND: Hmm.

(chuckles) And that is...

That's Yvonne. (chuckles)

Sorry, it was--

She is, um, about to be 15,

and she loves soccer
and softball.

-Of course.
-They-they both say hello.

Well, I cannot wait
to meet them

and the rest of your family.

Well, they're
your family, too, now, TK.

Speaking of which...
(heavy sigh)

some relics from our dad.

Oh, I remember that.

-It's his Leatherman.
-Yeah.

He said you always thought
this was really cool.

Yeah, and he never
let me touch it.

Well, it is all yours now.

Along with our dad's most
prized possession of all.

La Sucre 1989?

Yeah, I had to crack
into his safe to get that.

Wow. I'm surprised
it didn't come with
an armed escort.

TK, I thought
that you might like this.

This was your grandfather's
personal journal.

-Wait, Dad journaled?
-ROBERT: Yeah, like every night.

I mean,
until his health gave out.

But, yeah,
he-he journaled a lot.

Are you sure
that you don't wanna keep it?

I mean, he was your dad.
I-I never even met him.

Well, I thought this would be
a nice way for you

to get to know him

even if just a, a little bit.

TK: Alright. Well...

Thank you very much,
Uncle Robert.

Yeah. You are so welcome.

And, uh, Owen.

You are going to open this
bottle before I leave, right?

-OWEN: No.
-Yes. Open it.

This is going into my safe.

(monitor beeping)

GRACE: Hey, Lexi.

Um, it's Grace.

From 9-1-1.

Oh, my God, you...

You came to see me?

I did, yeah.

These are for you.

Nobody ever gave me
flowers before.

They're beautiful, thank you.

You're welcome.

I thought I was gonna die.

But your voice kept me alive.

(indistinct PA announcement)

Sweetheart.

The doctors say, uh,

whoever... cut me open

took one of my kidneys.

Now I have a, an infection
in my blood.

Do you have any family
you can call, Lexi?

Not really.

My stepfather is in Alabama,

but he's-he's
part of why I ran away.

And besides, he'd just tell me
that I got what I deserved

for... meeting a stranger.

Lexi, what's the last thing
that you remember

before you woke up
in that motel?

LEXI: Um...

I was gonna meet
a date from Bash.

Mike.

We-we've been talking
for a couple of days

and, uh, he has a job
that takes him all over.

So he was here only
in Austin...

(deep inhale, exhale)
for a couple hours.

And he, he asked me to meet him
at a bar near the airport.

And he called me Sweet Angel.

Bash...

I don't think I've ever
heard of that place.

-Where is it?
-LEXI: Oh, no.

It's not a place.
It's a dating app.

Am I gonna go to jail?

Sweetheart, no.

Why would you think
you're going to jail?

Well, those officers,
they didn't believe me.

They asked me
how much I got for it.

How much you got for what?

My kidney.

(ominous music playing)

NURSE:
I'm sorry to interrupt.

There's a detective here

who would like
to speak with Lexi.

(beeping,
indistinct PA announcement)

Detective?

McGregor.

I'm Grace Ryder, uh,
from Austin Emergency Services.

I took this 9-1-1 call.

You always follow up
in person, Ms. Ryder?

Not always, but I felt like
she could use a friend.

And... evidently I was right

because apparently the officers
that took her initial statement

treated her more like a suspect
instead of a victim.

It is possible to be both.

What does that mean?

Organ selling is a crime,
Ms. Ryder.

Even if it's your own.

You really think
she volunteered herself

to be brutalized

and left alone to die
in a cheap motel room?

McGREGOR:
I think it's likely
that she made a deal

with some very shady people
and got in over her head.

Somebody lured her out.

Uh, the jet-setting "Mike"
she met online?

He doesn't exist.

We checked her
online activity.

There's no history of a match

with anyone
calling himself "Mike."

He could have
easily deleted his account.

She said that they met up
at a bar near the airport.

Bar she can't
remember the name of.

Maybe because
she was roofied, Detective?

She was sedated, yeah.

But that's what happens when you
have your kidney removed.

It was stolen from her.

Well, we found an envelope
with $1,500 in cash

on the nightstand
in her motel room.

She didn't tell you
that part, did she?

Okay, so then I'll ask you,
Detective,

since you are
the professional...

would you sell your kidney
for $1,500?

I've seen runaways
do a lot worse

for a lot less
just to survive.

I know that's not
what you wanna hear,

but all I can do is
follow the evidence

wherever it takes me.

GRACE:
Detective, I think maybe

you're just seeing
what you wanna see.

And I think you should
let the police

handle the police work
and stick to answering
the phone.

♪ ♪

(cell phone chimes)

-(cell phone chimes)
-(inhales)

-(cell phone chiming)
-Let's go see what's goin' on.

(chiming continues)

Gracie?

Hey, my loves.

Who's blowing up your phone
at the butt crack of dawn?

GRACE:
Um, just some men.

Just some men?

I created
a fake dating profile

on the same app
that Lexi was using

to try and lure
the people out that hurt her.

So far, nobody's
matched the description

of the guy that
Lexi gave to me.

Uh, nobody's called me
Sweet Angel

like they have to her.

She's gotten some
"Hey, gorgeous'es"

and a few other things

I probably shouldn't mention
in front of the baby.

Or your first husband.

That, too.

(Judd sighs)

-(cell phone chiming)
-JUDD: Let's go.

Are you seriously
using your real picture?

I also used a fake name,
so it's not a big deal.

Baby, it's a big deal.

They gut that girl
like a fish

and then they
left her for dead.

That's a big deal.

And nobody
gives a damn about it.

Do I have to remind you
that you got Charlie now?

Why would you
risk doing that?

Because I have Charlie,
sweetheart.

If Lexi
was a cute white girl,

she would be plastered
all over the news right now.

But just like so many other
Black and Brown women,

Lexi has not only
been victimized,

she has been forgotten about
and she has been blamed.

Women who look just like
Charlie will one day.

That... that's why
I'm doing this.

(solemn music playing)

Well, I...

(exhales)

I can appreciate that.

I don't think the answer is
to use your own life as bait.

So the answer is what then,
sweetheart?

When there are so many people
in this system who don't care.

Find the people who do.

She's got a lot on her plate.

She does.

And believe me
when I tell you she gives
a damn about all of 'em.

Which is why sometimes she can
come off a little prickly.

And scowly.

Okay.
She sounds terrifying.

She kind of is.

(door shuts)

Mrs. Ryder.

-Sarina Washington.
-Oh, yeah.

Thank you, um,
for agreeing to see me,
Detective Washington.

Sarina works just fine.

Officer Reyes tells me
that you wanna discuss a case?

I'm actually here
about Lexi Briggs.

I, uh, spoke to
your colleague first,
Detective McGregor.

And he seems convinced that
Lexi sold her own body part

and now he's considering
charging her with a crime.

It does happen, Mrs. Ryder.

GRACE:
But I don't think that was
the case here, Detective.

Lexi was a victim,
and she wasn't the only one.

These are all 9-1-1 transcripts
and police reports

of similar attacks
in the last two years.

All the victims are
women of color,
just like Lexi,

who were lured in
by a dating app.

Drugged, operated on,
only to be ignored.

Just like Lexi.

These are all
from out of state.

GRACE:
That's because
whoever's doing this,

I don't think they're staying
in one place for too long.

You are aware that
my beat is missing persons.

Lexi Briggs isn't missing.

No, but her kidney is.

I don't generally locate folks
piece by piece, Officer Reyes.

GRACE:
How about the man

who's currently in possession
of said kidney?

I'm listening.

CARLOS: Yesterday,
a car that was stolen

out of New Orleans was involved
in a hit-and-run on Alvarado.

The driver abandoned it,
fled the scene,

but he's still at large,
but there was a passenger.

The passenger was rescued
by first responders.

Then he assaulted a paramedic
and also fled.

Also still at large.

And the paramedic captain
who treated him,

she believed that she saw signs
of a recent transplant surgery.

So he'd have a reason to run,
if he could run.

I can't imagine he got very far,
not without some help.

I must say, you do make
a very compelling case.

So... I'm sorry, Detective.
You believe us?

Why wouldn't I?

(Carlos chuckles)

You said she was terrifying.

I did not say that.
I didn't say that.

I personally think that
we should start searching

on the national transplant
waitlist,

because I think he was
on it at some point.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
(chuckles)

Mrs. Ryder,
I said I believe you.

I did not say I could help you.

Why the hell not?

SARINA WASHINGTON:
It's not my case.

You have to talk
to the detective in charge.

(sighs)

(scoffs)

Well... (clears throat)

Looks like you got
the whole thing figured out.

I don't know why I bother.

Never said that.

Brian, nobody is
questioning your work.

-Really?
-SARINA: Or your commitment.

But there does seem
to be a pattern here

that could use a harder look.

Fine.

You want this
crap sandwich, Sarina?

You don't just take a bite,
you get the whole thing.

(Sarina scoffs)

Knock yourselves out.

I got enough
on my plate anyway.

SARINA: Alright.

And I'll assume
that you won't be

bringing any charges
against Lexi Briggs.

At least until I can go
through all of this.

McGREGOR: (sighs)
Well, you don't gotta
worry about that.

I never bring charges
against a dead person.

What?

Yeah. Lexi Briggs died
in the hospital

about an hour ago.

(exhales)

JUDD (over phone):
I'm so sorry.

They haven't even
been able to... (sharp inhale)

to get a hold of her stepdad
to notify him.

Wow, that's terrible.

GRACE (over phone):
You should have
seen her at the hospital.

She was very scared.

And she was... by herself.

-(sniffles)
-JUDD: Gracie.

You sound weary, honey.

GRACE: I am. I am.

I am weary, Judd.
I'm weary to my soul.

JUDD:
Well, I'll tell you what.

I'm taking
the rest of the shift off

and I'm gonna
come pick you up.

No, it's okay.
You don't have to do that.

I can't leave yet.

Not when we have so much
work to do. Not when...

the monsters who hurt her
are still out there.

I just...

I can't leave.

JUDD:
Alright, well,

I reckon you best go get
those sons of bitches then, huh?

Yeah, I reckon so.
(sniffles)

I love you.

You promise
to take care of yourself.

I love you, too.
Thank you.

SARINA:
We've been combing through
the transplant waitlist

and wanted to see
if anyone looked like

your fugitive kidney patient.

Can you guys
see these okay?

Yeah, babe,
we-we can see everything.

It's just...
none of those are the guy.

-How about this?
-TOMMY (over phone): No.

No, keep going.

TK (over phone): No.

TOMMY: No, not them.

Wait, wait, wait.
Grace, can you go back
to that last guy?

Mm-hmm. Him?

Yeah.

(knock on door)

Uh, can I help you?

Mrs. Harris,
Detective Washington,
Austin PD.

We'd like to have a few words
with your husband, Clint.

Uh, Clint's on
a business trip
to Albuquerque

for the rest of the week.

Can I ask what this is about?

I'm pretty sure you know
what this is about.

Your husband was involved
in a car accident yesterday.

He assaulted a paramedic
while fleeing the incident.

We also believe
he recently received

a kidney
off the black market.

Like I said, he's not here,

so you'll have to come back
another time.

Captain Vega,

would you please explain
what would happen to her husband

if he doesn't receive
immediate medical attention?

Given his condition,

I'd say the kidney
wasn't a proper match,

which means
his body is rejecting it.

Soon he'll go into sepsis,
if he hasn't already.

After that, total organ failure,
and then he dies.

(gasps)

Back den. To your left.
Please help him.

(Clint groaning)

TK, LifePak.
Nancy, get his temperature.

Yeah, Cap.

He's burning up, Cap.
His temperature's 103.

His BP is 180 over 110.

It must be septic shock.

Alright, radio West Park,

tell 'em that they better
have everybody standing by.

Alright, let's go.
We gotta move him now.

(machines beeping)

-Any updates on Harris?
-Still in surgery.

Um... how many sugars
did you put in here?

Two and a half packets,
plus a Stevia.

-Too much?
-No, it's perfect.

How did you know exactly
how I take my coffee?

Saw you make it
back at the station.

So you were observing me?

Observing
makes it sound creepy.

It is a little creepy,

but you have a detective's eye,
Officer Reyes.

Thank you.

You know, I recall sitting
in this very same hospital

on another case
encouraging you to take
the detective's exam.

I thought about it.

So why didn't you
see it through?

Because I became
a police officer

to help my community.

I'd rather be on patrol
trying to prevent problems

than just picking up the pieces
after the damage is done.

Hmm. I can respect that.

But not every evil can be
spotted from a patrol car.

Sometimes you gotta
follow 'em down a snake hole.

Especially when you
have a gift for it.

Damn, girl.

It feels like there's
steel cables in there.

Yeah, it's... It's been a week.

Hmm. I'll say.

Well, the worst part's
behind you now

and you can exhale.

-Which you still ain't done.
-GRACE: Mm-mm.

I can't help but feel like
this job is half done.

Babe, what are you
talking about?

You helped catch the guy that
stole that little girl's kidney.

No, he didn't
steal her kidney.

He had it,
but he wasn't the one

that-that lured her out
or cut her open.

Okay, no.
No, but when he wakes up,

he's gonna lead us
to the ones who did.

If he wakes up.

Grace, look at me.

You did your bit.

Well, I appreciate you
saying so.

And I appreciate you guys
lettin' me stop by.

I should probably go ahead
and take Charlie off
Mom and Dad's hands.

Why don't you just
leave her there tonight?

What? No, I can't do that
to them with no notice.

You don't do it to 'em.
They love having
their grandbaby over.

You know, you need to go home.
You need to rest.

You need to put your feet up,
play some video games.

It ain't healthy to walk around
with that much tension

in your shoulders like that.

Ain't that right?

Oh, as a medical
professional?

-JUDD: Uh-huh.
-Yes, I must insist.

(sighs) Well, you know,
a quiet night

does sound pretty nice.

Mr. Harris,
I'm Detective Washington.

This is Officer Reyes.

We know you didn't receive

that kidney through
legitimate channels.

We need the names
of the individuals

that provided it to you.

They said they'd kill me
if I ever talked to the police.

I think I'd rather face
a few years in prison
than face them.

Oh, you're looking at a lot
more than just a few years.

I know the punishment
for buying an organ.

"A fine that shall
not exceed $50,000

and five years in prison."

How about the punishment
for accessory to murder?

(dramatic sting)

Murder?

Lexi Briggs,
your unwitting donor.

She was drugged and had
her kidney stolen from her.

She died of complications
from the surgery.

CLINT HARRIS: Stolen?

They-they said that the donors

were all on the same page.

They-they said
that they willingly

sold the kidney for $60,000.

And everybody was safe.

Lexi woke up in a bathtub
full of ice in a cheap motel

with $1,500 on the nightstand.

She was 21 years old.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No.

That poor girl. I...

I would never have gone through
with this if I'd known.

Then prove it to us
by helping us

get justice for Lexi.

The names, Mr. Harris.

(character screams)

GRACE: (laughs)
You're not hitting me. Stop.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, Carlos. What's up?

He cracked, Grace.
Clint Harris.

He gave us the location
of the trafficking ring.

No way. Where?

CARLOS (over phone):
Can't get into specifics,

but we're getting ready
to hit them now.

We're just waiting
for the warrant
to come through.

Thought you'd like to know.

(chuckles)
I'm hugging you

through this phone,
Carlos. Yes.

Thank you. Thank you.

I-I really appreciate it.

Y'all be safe out there, okay?
Good luck.

-CARLOS: I'll call you later.
-Okay.

Bye.

She sounds happy.

More like over the moon.

You really think these guys
could be using a dentist office

to perform organ transplants?

Makes sense.

Got the office space,
a lot of the equipment.

Not a lot of eyes
on you after hours.

-Except ours.
-Except ours.

(cell phone dings)

That's our warrant.

-SWAT, you ready?
-SWAT LEADER (over radio):
Locked and loaded.

Then let's get in position.

-(gunfire on TV)
-(man screaming on TV)

(cell phone dings)

(eerie music playing)

(keypad clacking)

(message whooshes)

(cell phone dings)

♪ ♪

(keypad clacking)

(message whooshes)

(cell phone dings)

(keypad clacking)

(line ringing)

(phone buzzing)

CARLOS (over voice mail):
Hey, it's Carlos.

Sorry I missed you.
Call you later.

(line beeps)

Carlos, it's me. Um...

He just DM'd me.

The guy that contacted Lexi
on the dating app.

And he wants to meet now.

Just, uh, call me back.

(phone rings)

McGregor.

GRACE:
Uh, Detective McGregor,

it's Grace Ryder.

And how can I help you
tonight, Mrs. Ryder?

GRACE: You can radio
Detective Washington
and Officer Reyes

and tell 'em to meet me
at the Grasshopper Tavern
by the airport.

The guy who lured Lexi Briggs,

he just reached out to me,

and he wants
to meet in 20 minutes.

And how can you
be sure it's him?

You wanted me to stick
to answering the phones, okay?

That's what I'm doing.

I believe that
this is the man

who is responsible
for Lexi's death.

And if I don't leave now,
he's going to be gone.

I strongly advise
against that, Mrs. Ryder.

Well, I'm not asking
for your permission, Detective,

but I am asking you
to please get word

to Detective Washington
and Officer Reyes, okay?

The Grasshopper Tavern
by the airport.

I'm gonna keep him there
as long as I can.

Just please deliver
the message, okay?

I-I'm headed there now.

(sighs)

(scoffs)

(tense music playing)

(door creaking)

Put your hands up now!

SWAT OFFICER:
Search that room!

I want a lawyer.

Fine. We have
lots to talk about.

Hook him up!

SWAT OFFICER:
Down! Put that down!

♪ ♪

(machines beeping)

SWAT OFFICER:
Back away from that!

CARLOS:
Two operating tables.

Only one patient prepped.

Looks like they were
getting ready to do
another transplant.

Probably just waiting
for the kidney to get here.

So where's the donor?

(keypad clacking)

(message whooshes)

MAN:
You must be lost.

I'm sorry?

Because heaven is a long way
from here, angel.

You must be Mike.

June.

What can I get you
to drink, June?

Um, whatever you're having.

My man, can I get
two vodka tonics

whenever you get a chance?

June, I am so glad
you could make it.

Yeah, I mean, it sounded
like it was now or never,

so I figured
why not take a leap

and do something crazy?

-Ooh, adventurous. I like that.
-(Grace chuckles)

You know,
I'm sorry for the rush-rush,

-but I have a flight to Phoenix
for a conference.
-Mm.

But when I saw your picture,
I knew I had to see you.

I knew you had the face
of an angel,

but who would have guessed
you have a voice of one, too?

Well, you're
very sweet, Mike.

(Mike laughs)

You got people in town
or are you just looking

to blaze your own
trail out here?

Um, well,
I know you... now.

-Hmm.
-And this lady

I met at the gym whose name
I cannot remember right now.

(laughs)
Hey, that's not a bad start.

-GRACE: Hm.
-(Mike laughs)

Thank you, king.

Oh, uh... (chuckles)

Would you mind
handing me a napkin?

-Oh, yeah.
-He spilled it on my...

(Grace inhales)

Thank you, Angel.

(Mike sighs)

To new friends.

(glasses clink)

To new friends.

(both laughing)

-If you like Country Rap--
-Mm-hmm.

You have to go hear a song
at the Broken Spoke.

-Well, that sounds fun.
-You know what?

We should go there.

-Right now?
-Why not?

It's a nice night.

They have a beautiful
outdoor patio.

Mike, I thought
you had a flight to catch.

Yeah, well, screw it.
I'll go in the morning.

June, I don't remember
the last time

I felt so connected to someone
on a first date.

Come on,
it'll be an adventure.

If we leave now,
we can get a good seat.

If we're connecting so well,

why not just stay here
and have another drink?

I thought you
were adventurous.

Maybe I was
wrong about you.

No, no.

No, you weren't wrong.

Okay, let's go live it up.

My man,
is this good for you?

BARTENDER:
I appreciate that.

Ready? Let's go.

Uh, actually, Mike,

I gonna run to the bathroom.

-I'll be back.
-Yeah.

(ominous music playing)

(line ringing)

CARLOS (over voice mail):
Hey, it's Carlos.

So sorry I missed you.
Call you later.

-(line beeps)
-Carlos.

I don't know where you are.

I'm going to assume
that McGregor

did not take me seriously.

I'm here at the Grasshopper.

I'm trying to stall
to keep this guy here.

He is ready to go.

I need you to get
some APD units here.

-Like yesterday, Carlos, please.
-(door opens)

(Mike clears throat)

MIKE:
I guess you have some friends
in town after all, huh?

Open the door.

Open the door, June.

Open the door!
Open the door!

The police are already
on their way. Please.

(door rattling)

Mike, don't do it.

-Please.
-(Mike snickers)

What the...

What the hell...

What the hell
did you do to me?

♪ ♪

(sighs deeply)

(door bangs open)

You showed up.

McGREGOR: Yeah.

Looks like
I missed the fun part.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened to him?

I think somebody
switched his drink.

-(Mike groans)
-Sir, try to
stay awake, please.

-MIKE: Ow!
-NANCY: Sorry.

Pain's a great stimulus.

Otherwise,
you risk passing out

and choking on
your own vomit.

TK, how are his vitals?

Well, his breathing's labored,

but that's to be expected.

When can I take
this guy to jail?

Uh, it might be a minute.
I'm guessing our Cap's

gonna wanna transport him
to the hospital,

but you're more than welcome
to ride with us.

-(Mike coughing)
-Oh, hey.

NANCY: How are you
with a puke bucket?

Ugh!

-We'll take it from here.
-Thank you.

You sure she's okay, Tommy?

-Stop fidgeting.
-GRACE: Oh...

( Darkest Hour
Is Just Before Dawn
by Emmylou Harris playing)

Yeah. No, she's fine.

No, I'm fine, Carlos.

-Thank you. I just...
-CARLOS: Hm.

That guy, he dropped
like a sack of rocks

before he could do
anything to me.

So give it to me again.

You said you roofied
the subject?

No, ma'am.
He actually roofied himself.

I just switched
the glasses on him.

You are a wonder, Mrs. Ryder.

That she is.

No, I was just trying
to keep him here

until y'all got here,
that's it.

You helped us bust up
an organ trafficking ring.

And now Lexi
will get justice.

Hey, they're not wrong.
This is all 'cause of you.

Well, I didn't do it
by myself,

but I appreciate y'all.

Now, does somebody wanna
help me try to figure out

how I'm gonna
explain this to my husband?
That's what I need.

Yeah, well, you better think
of somethin', and quick.

-Yeah. There he is.
-JUDD: Grace. Grace!

Dammit.

Are you okay?

-No, I'm okay. I'm okay.
-JUDD: Huh?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Why didn't you
just stay at home
like I told you to?

-GRACE: I know.
-Yeah, she doesn't
do that well.

-No.
-Why didn't you call me?

Well, there wasn't a fire, babe,
or I would have called you.

Alright, well, yeah,
there wasn't a fire.

Yeah, no.
I called the police.

(Judd sighs)

I can't thank you all enough.

GRACE:
No, it... it wasn't them.

Actually, uh, it was him.

So that's the fella?

-Yeah, it is, actually.
-Alright.

Detective, let-let me just say
something to you real quick.

The next time my wife
tells you something,

you better listen to her.

Yes, I'm starting to see that.

-Well, don't just start.
-Judd.

He listened to me tonight,
okay?

And as somebody
that listens for a living,

I do think that's a skill
that can be learned.

Right, Detective?

I appreciate that,
Mrs. Ryder.

Firefighter, you got
a hell of a wife there.

Well, don't forget it.

If I were you, I wouldn't
put one foot wrong.

-She'll notice.
-GRACE: Mm-hmm.

Yes. And that's
why he never will.

♪ The darkest hour ♪

You heard her.

♪ Is just before dawn ♪

-Let's go home. Please, girl.
-Yeah. Alright.

(liquid pouring)

You and I are long overdue
for sharing a bottle of wine.

Usually the first time
brothers do this,

the wine's coming out
of a box.

Yeah, or they're swiping it
from their old man.

Which, you know,
I guess technically, this was.

OWEN: Yeah.

-To Dad.
-To Dad.

(glasses clink)

ROBERT: Mm.

OWEN: Mm!

-Uh!
-Oh!

It just keeps on coming,
doesn't it?

Wow, that is incredible.

That was worth the wait.
(sighs)

So, I only have you
for two days,

so I figured tomorrow
we would hike McKinney Falls

and then zip-line Lake Travis.

-Wow. Zip-lining.
-And then--

Oh, God!

(Robert sighs)

I just need to zip-line
that to my mouth.

I am so sorry.

No-no, it's, uh, it's okay.

It's only $1,000 a glass.

(Robert chuckles)

What's going on
with your hand?

That is called Chorea.

It is, um, an early symptom
of Huntington's disease.

Huntington's disease?

How long have you had it?

I don't know.
I was diagnosed
with it a month ago.

Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry.

What, uh...

What are we looking at here?

ROBERT: You know,
so far it's been nothing.

Nothing too bad. Um...

Just, uh, trouble
concentrating, mostly.

I forget the name
of my friends, my kids.

(chuckles) Sometimes.

But, um...

down the road,
I will lose, uh,

my motor function

and the ability to swallow.

And then that'll be ballgame.

Huntington's is a beast.

And, Owen, um...

It's a hereditary condition.

♪ ♪

Are you telling me
that our dad left us

something more than keepsakes?

(sighs)

The disease runs
in his family.

Our family.

Usually shows up
just north of 50.

Sometimes later.

Sometimes sooner.

But he didn't die from it.

ROBERT:
No, but he had it.

He just died
before it could kill him.

Well, that's one way
to deal with it.

(Owen exhales)

So... that's why
you're really here.

ROBERT: No.

No, I'm here because I wanna
spend time with my big brother.

And I wanna do it
while I still can.

♪ ♪

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