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OWEN STRAND: "I hereby
release Marlene Harris

"and Harris Stables LLC

"from all liability
in the event of paralysis

and/or death to horse
and/or rider."

There's a lot of and/or's.

Yeah, that's just
boilerplate, though, right?

I mean, y'all never taken
somebody outta here
in a body bag.

No, never a horse.

You're welcome to have
your attorney review it, Owen.

Nah, I'm good.
Let's do this.

Alright, follow me.

(horses whinnying)

Marlene, you remodeling
this place?

Oh, I bought the barn
for a song,

but the stalls were falling
where they stood,

so now we're giving it
an update.

-DUKE: Miss Harris.
-Duke.

-(dog barks, whines)
-Eh!

Lady Ann Richards,
you quit that diggin' right now.

Now you go git.
Now, you hear me?

Beautiful dog.

Oh, she's a beautiful
pain in my ass.

-Thinks she can tunnel to China.
-(horse stomps, neighs)

Alright, easy, easy.

-(horse neighs)
-Okay.

Now, Owen, bossin' a horse
is all about one thing.

-Showin' it trust.
-Hmm.

Because just like
with people without trust,

-there can be no relationship.
-(Thunder snorts)

So, the only way to earn trust
is gettin' your hands dirty.

So what I want you to do...
is clean his hoof.

You want me to
give him a pedicure?

Well, the good Lord Jesus
wasn't above cleanin' feet,

and neither are you.

(whinnies)

Okay, Owen, now listen.

To clean his hoof,

-he's gotta
let you lift it, okay?
-Alright.

So I want you to approach
his shoulder carefully.

Okay, here we go.
It's your old pal.

Let's, uh...
Why don't you
give me that leg?

MARLENE HARRIS:
Good, good.

Now slide your hand
down his leg.

OWEN (softly):
Just give me...

If he trusts you,
he'll let you--

(kick thuds)

-(Owen groans)
-You alright, Cap?

(Thunder snorts)

I'm good.

(paso doble music playing)

I'm gonna try his back leg.

This is such a bad idea.

-Give me that leg.
-(leg thumps)

(Owen groans)

(Thunder whinnies)

♪♪

JUDD RYDER:
Cap, you gotta stop.

You're gonna get killed.

-He's not gonna get killed.
-He might get killed.

-JUDD: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Well, at least
he signed the waiver.

(Thunder snorts)

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

-(paso doble continues)
-(Thunder whinnies, snorts)

-(Thunder neighs)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(shushing)

-(Thunder neighs)
-(kick thuds)

He does have some fight
in him though, doesn't he?

I told you Thunder's
gonna be a hard horse to tame.

(Owen grunts)

I wasn't talkin'
about the horse.

(groans)

(Thunder grumbles)

You can beat me up
all you want.

(Thunder roars)

I'm not going anywhere.

-(snorts)
-(paso doble continues)

Let's do this thing.

(Thunder neighs)

-(Thunder neighs)
-There we go. Heh-heh.

Ah.

(screams) Son of a...

(theme music plays)

Bleeding is stopped.
I'm ready for round two.

Cap, you sure
you don't wanna just take
a little break for a minute?

Yeah, he's right.

You know, Thunder could use
some space now anyway.

I was just breaking him down.

(chuckles) You know,

this isn't supposed to be
a battle of attrition.

It's about makin' him
feel safe with you.

From the second
that you walked in,

his neck was tense,

his eyes wide,
his ears pinned back.

What does that mean?

He's a prey animal,
and he's scared of you.

I'm the one that saved him
from the glue factory.

-Why is he scared of me?
-(Marlene chuckles)

Why don't you tell me?

Or better yet, tell Thunder.

Tell thunder what?

You ever hear, "You're only
as sick as your secrets"?

The secrets that you
carry around create tension.

Horses can sense these things.

And I can tell you right now,

Thunder knows.

You are holding on
to somethin'...

somethin' dark.

The question is...

what is it?

(dark music playing)

WYATT HARRIS: Sir, can you
tell me where you are?

CALLER (panting):
In the back of a cop car.

Is there an officer
there with you?

CALLER:
Yeah, but he's passed out.

Were you in an accident?

CALLER:
We went off the road,

and now the car is
filling up with smoke!

And the officer,
is he breathing?

CALLER: (coughs) I don't know.

(panting) I think so.

I don't know, he-he hit
his head pretty good.

Listen, you gotta
send help, okay?

I think I found the cruiser.

It's Officer Trey Garcia's.

-Okay, dispatching help now.
-(caller coughing)

-Can you tell me your name?
-CALLER: Rudy.

(coughs) Rudy Wagner III.

The smoke's getting too thick,
I can't breathe!

(coughs) You gotta
get me outta here!

Please!

Okay, we're gonna bust you out.

But, Rudy,
you have to promise me

that if I do, you're gonna
help Officer Garcia, okay?

RUDY WAGNER III:
Promise. Deal.

Okay. Are your hands cuffed?

(coughs) Yeah.
Behind my back.

Okay, I need you to pull your
hands down as low as you can.

Loop them over your feet
like you're jumping rope.

-Can you do that?
-RUDY: Yeah.

Are you really helping
a criminal escape a cop car?

APD is less than
five minutes away.

He can die of smoke inhalation
in less than that.

RUDY:
(grunts) Okay.

My hands are in front of me.
What next?

Okay, look at
the armrest on your door.

There should be
a window control switch.

RUDY: The window switch.
The switches don't work
in the cop cars.

It's only because
they're disconnected.

Okay, I need you to find a seam
around the switch panel.

Dig your nails in
and pry it loose.

(Rudy grunting and panting)

RUDY: Okay.
Okay, I got it open.

I need you to find the two wires

with disconnected ends.

(Rudy grunting in effort)

Okay. Okay, I got it.

WYATT: Okay, now twist
the wires together

and try the window switch.

(Rudy panting)

(car window whirring)

RUDY:
It's working!

-(laughs) It worked!
-Okay, great.

Uh, now go to
the driver's side door

and extract Officer Garcia.

If it's locked, just break
the window, okay, Rudy?

Rudy?

Rudy, you there?

He left him in there.

OFFICER MITCHELL: Dispatch,
APD 419 first on the scene.

The cruiser is fully engulfed.

Are there any windows
or doors open?

Rear driver's side
window is down.

WYATT (on radio): Okay,
uh, and the driver's door,
is that open?

MITCHELL (on radio):
Negative. Still closed.

But the passenger side is open.

Looks like a good Samaritan
dragged him out.

I didn't do it!

A good Samaritan
in handcuffs.

A good one all the same.

(indistinct PA announcement)

What do you think you're doing?

Making dinner.

Oh. (laughs)

Wait a minute.
Are you outta your mind?

These are pasture-raised
heritage chicken breasts.

-So?
-So I was gonna use 'em

to make Paul's famous
chicken cacciatore.

Well, now they're
gonna be used to make

Mateo's soon-to-be-famous
chicken Kiev.

With all due respect,

your cacciatore
could be a little bit briny.

And I'm not the only one
who thinks so.

It's supposed to be briny.
That's where all the flavor is.

Marjan, tell him
he's being ridiculous.

Well, well, taste is
a subjective matter.

How about this? Why don't
you guys put it to the house

on a group text
so everybody can vote?

-How about that?
-It's a great idea. I love it.
You know what?

Nancy, send that chicken Kiev
I made on date night.

-Yep.
-No, you do not want
a photo-off, okay?

Because my dishes
are sexy as hell.

Well, let the sexiest dish win.

-Alright, Paul,
got your cacciatore.
-(cell phone dings)

Nancy, I'm just
waiting on yours.

-Got it.
-(cell phone dings)

MATEO CHAVEZ:
Huh? Uh-huh.

-I know.
-No...

-Pretty sexy, right?
-MARJAN MARWANI: No. (laughs)

It's sexy, I just...

I don't think those are
the breasts you meant to send.

-NANCY GILLIAN: Hmm?
-MATEO: Huh?

(sultry jazz music playing)

Nancy, you sent
the after-photo pic.

Not the before-dinner.

(softly) What?

What?! Oh, my God!

-(loudly) Oh, my God!
-(Mateo sighs)

I just sent this to everyone.

-Yeah.
-Baby...

we need to go and delete
this off of every phone

in the firehouse
before anyone else sees it.

I know you're embarrassed,
okay?

But we're all adults
here, right?

I mean, we're all familiar
with the human form.

It's not just about
what's in the photo.

It's where
we took the photo.

-Oh, God.
-NANCY: Yeah.

We gotta get these phones.

(upbeat music playing)

(wrench cranking)

(whispering)
Zero, zero, zero, zero.

(phone buzzes)

-One, one, one, one.
-Oh, yeah, try that.

(Nancy grunts)

Any guesses?

MATEO:
Uh, try Judd's birthday.

Try one, five, eight, two.

You know his birthday?

Yeah. I had to memorize
everyone's when I was probie.

-(phone buzzes)
-(Nancy sighs)

(music continues)

Hey, buddy, uh, do you mind
opening your phone for me?

-Why?
-Because I wanted
to scan your Venmo.

Uh, your name
wasn't coming up,

and we realized that we never
paid you back for karaoke.

Oh, it's fine.
It's Carlos' and my treat.

Oh, come on, we can pay.

No, it's fine, really.

We prefer it, really.

Yeah, and we insist, real--

-You simply must let me pay.
-TK STRAND: Nance.

-Hey, TK.
-Nancy.

Hey, Cap. Guess what?

You know what? I'm gonna
need to check your phone.

ASAP.

What's going on?

Yeah, see, there's this
new nasty malware going around

that burrows
into the OS of your phone.

Yeah. So, uh,
I'm gonna need you
to unlock your phone

so I can download the patch.

Do they know who's behind it?

-Serbians.
-Russians.

Hey, uh, Judd, can you, uh,
slide out for me, please?

-What's up?
-I'm gonna need you
to share the house Wi-Fi.

-Why?
-'Cause my phone
accidentally deleted it.

So why don't you ask Nancy?

-(Nancy laughs)
-MATEO: Frankly,

you're not in the place
to question me, probie.

Alright, let me get
this grime off my hands.

Oh, it's fine. I can do it.

-(phone lock clicks)
-Thank you.

(Mateo grunts, sighs)

Alright.

-TK: Nance.
-NANCY: TK.

Nancy, babe,
why don't you, uh,

accept this man's generosity
and, uh, say thank you?

Thank you.

-You're welcome.
-(Nancy giggles)

Damn, bro.

Those veins are poppin' out
like some steel cables.

Tell you what,
if I had guns like those,

I'd post those things
on the grid.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Do you think I should,
like, post a selfie?

A selfie?
TK, you deserve better.

Uh, we could
take one for you.

-Really? You don't mind?
-Nah.

If you don't mind
just unlocking the phone.

-Okay.
-MATEO: Fire pic, watch.

-Yeah. There we go.
-(phone lock clicks)

-TK: There you go.
-Yeah, I got it.

Like, intermittent fasting?
Or what is that...

-TK: Yeah.
-MATEO: Alright, make sure
you put it on portrait.

Yeah. Alright. And flex!

Oh, that's fire.

-MATEO: Ooh!
-NANCY: Ooh!

Turns out the Russians
are working with the Serbians.

And that's how you know
it's really bad.

You sent me some sex stuff
by mistake, didn't you?

Yes.

-Thanks, Cap. You're the best.
-(Nancy giggles nervously)

You know, babe, we actually
might be able to pull this off.

We've just got one more.

Nancy, can I see you
in my office, please?

(music stops)

-(Mateo sighs)
-Yeah.

TOMMY VEGA: Uh...

Nancy, do you know
why I called you in here?

It's about the boobs,
isn't it?

It is about the boobs.

Please tell HR
that it was an accident,

and I'll take
whatever suspension

or sensitivity training
that they see fit.

Based on what
I'm seeing here,

uh, I'm-I'm concerned
that this might mean

more than just
a slap on the wrist.

Because we took it
on Captain Strand's
kitchen counter?

No, no, no.
No, that's, that's not
what I'm talking about.

Then what are
you talking about?

Have you ever
had a mammogram?

Mm-mm.

I didn't notice
the kitchen counter.

What I noticed was this,
uh, this asymmetry.

Do you see
how it-it looks like a...

A lump?

I can see your brain
is going a mile a minute.

Get screened.
You are young.

Unless there is
a family history,

chances are it's just a cyst.

Statistically speaking, you have
very little to worry about.

Okay.

Thanks, Cap.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Hey, Teo.
Where is everybody?

Oh, they're all trying
to sneak in some winks.

I saved you a plate.

Oh, no.
Did Captain Vega
suspend you?

What?

No.

Oh, then why
you wearing jeans?

Because she gave me
the rest of the night off.

-Oh.
-She was worried
I might be upset.

Mm. Yeah, about the nudie?

About the lump in my breast.

The what?

She spotted a lump
in the photo.

I mean, are you sure
it wasn't like a trick
of the light or something?

I just checked
in the locker room.
It's there.

She recommended
that I get a mammogram,

and she said
I shouldn't panic

unless I have a family history
with breast cancer.

I mean, that,
that sounds encouraging.

It would be if I didn't have
a family history with it.

MATEO:
Oh, do you?

Who?

My Great Aunt Becky
died of it.

My Grandma Mary.

And my mom.

Okay, you told me
that your mom died

when you were little
because she was sick,

but you never mentioned
anything about cancer.

Weren't you worried?

Everyone else got it
when they were around 50.

I'm 35, Teo.

Yeah,
but preventative medicine.

You're a paramedic.
I mean, you know
how important that is.

Wow. So it's my fault
that I have cancer?

No.

I feel like I keep on saying
the wrong thing.

This is not your fault, okay?

(Mateo exhales deeply)

Nancy... I'm really sorry.

(solemn music playing)

Don't. Don't do that.

Do what?

Look at me like that
with pity.

-I'm not.
-NANCY: Yes, you are.

Trust me, I know.

I used to look at my mom
the exact same way.

I'm gonna head out.

Nancy, I-I'm gonna text you.

(cell phone chiming)

(keypad clacking)

JUDD: Sorry, Cap.
I was just texting with Grace.

You want me
to turn it off or...

OWEN (softly):
Oh, sorry.

Well, it's okay. I'll just,
I'll just put the dimmer on.

OWEN:
I promised.

JUDD:
You promised what?

MARJAN:
Cap, is everything alright?

TK:
I think he's sleepwalking.

OWEN:
I'm sorry.

I promised.

JUDD: Hey, should we turn
on the lights or something?

Just wake him up?

MATEO: No, you don't
wake up a sleepwalker.

Everybody knows that.

-OWEN: Sorry. I promised.
-JUDD: I don't know, man.

This is weird.
Let's just wake him up.

MATEO: You could
give him a heart attack.

PAUL STRICKLAND: What?
Dude, that's not a thing.

OWEN:
I promised. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

MATEO:
Cap, what are you doing?
What do you want?

-The sheets?
-TK: Dad?

-MARJAN: Dude,
just give him the sheets.
-OWEN: I promised.

MATEO: It's cool.
You can have them.

-Cap? Cap!
-JUDD: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Cap.
-OWEN: I'm sorry. I promised.

MATEO:
Okay, wake him up!

-JUDD: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-MATEO: Wake him up!

-TK: Dad.
-MATEO: Cap!

-PAUL: Hey.
-MATEO: Hey, that hurts!

-Wake him up!
-TK: Dad!

What?

MARJAN:
Is that a rosary?

What are you exorcising
the demons

from what happened last night?

Cap walking around
like Frankenstein's monster?

(chuckles) No.

Buddy, is everything okay?

(exhales, sniffles)

I really hope so.

Is this about the Nancy pic?

I mean, sort of, but it's
really not my place to say.

I see.

Well, is there anything
I can do to help?

No.

I wish there was something
that I can do.

And I keep asking Nancy
if she needs anything,

but she doesn't
respond to my texts.

It's like I wanna
be there for her.

But if she doesn't
want me there,
how can I help?

Look, maybe,
for whatever reason,

you're just not the person

she needs to
hear from right now.

You know what?
You're right.

Yeah.

I think I should
ask someone else.

No. No, Mateo, that's,
that's not what I meant.

MATEO:
Thanks, Marj!

I was definitely asleep.

Y... Yes, but he, he was--
He was pretty freaked out.

Yeah. Okay.
Thank you, Asha.

-HR?
-OWEN: Yeah.

I figured I should
report the incident,

you know, in case anybody's
triggered or traumatized.

Yeah, I think the only person
traumatized is you, Dad.

(chuckles) How so?

TK: Well...

last time you sleepwalked

was after my first relapse
in New York

when you made me live
with you in the apartment.

-You remember that?
-Oh, yeah.

And before that, it was 9/11,
when you and Mom split.

(sighs)
Dad, you only do it when
bad things are eating at you.

Is there something going on
that you haven't told me about?

I think it's Thunder.

You know, I have him
with an extreme horse trainer,

and she's gotten
into my head, but I...

I don't think it's anything
to lose sleep over.

Except you are losing sleep.

(clears throat)

There was something else.

You were talking
in your sleep.

What was I saying?

"I'm sorry. I promised."

You kept saying that
over and over again.

I did?

Does that mean anything to you?

(dramatic crescendo)

(phones ringing)

-(quiet chatter)
-(door opens)

(door shuts)

TOMMY:
Mind if I sit here?

-Cap?
-Tommy.

When we're not on shift.

What are you doing here?

You know,
after our conversation,

I realized that I was due
for a mammogram myself.

So I called today to see
if I can get an appointment.

At the same clinic across town

at the exact same time as me.

That's crazy, right?

Mateo told you, didn't he?

I can neither
confirm nor deny.

If he did, he did it

because he didn't want you
to be alone right now.

Yeah, that sounds like him.

TOMMY:
Mm-hmm.

Well, thanks, Cap.

Tommy.

(Nancy breathes deeply)

(sighs) I hope this doesn't
sound weird, but, um,

from the moment I met you,
you reminded me of someone.

Who?

Me.

Because we're
the tallest chicks
at the firehouse?

Well, yeah... Well, yes.
(chuckles)

And you have a big heart,
Nancy.

But you're also a brawler.

And when life tries to
sucker punch people like us,

we jump in,
we start punching back.

But life doesn't fight fair.

And when you're looking
at something...

like what you
might be looking at,

it's best not to fight alone.

My mom had me
when she was 42.

She called me
her little oopsie.

I was seven.
It was Halloween.

I was going as Scary Spice,

and she said
she didn't feel well...

and she'd be going
to the doctor.

She was dead by Christmas.

So fast.

No.

Those were the longest
two months of my life.

The things I saw
my mom go through...

I still can't
unsee those images, Cap.

And I feel bad
for pushing Mateo away,

but I don't want him
to see me...

The way you saw your mom?

Don't you think
he's brave enough?

Yeah.

I know he is.

It's me
I'm worried about.

-(phones ringing)
-(indistinct office chatter)

(blowing air)

(whimsical music playing)

Ugh, come on.

(tuts) Ugh.

(vending machine rattles)

(whimsical music continues)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(rattling)

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

-CO-WORKER: Hey, Otto.
-(music stops)

Hey, Regina.

Any big plans tonight?

Nah, I'll probably just
end up hanging around.

(Otto chuckles nervously)

Otto, are you okay?

-Me?
-Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

(chuckles) I'm great.

Just dropped my keys.
(chuckles nervously)

(grunts) I can't
quite reach 'em.

(both chuckle)

Have a good one.

Yeah. You too.

-Good night.
-OTTO: Good night, Regina.

(sighs)

("Livin' in the Lonely Zone"
by Dick Flood playing)

(grunts)

♪ I'm livin'
in the lonely zone ♪

(groans)

♪ I've been here
since you've been gone ♪

♪ It's so strange
and all alone ♪

♪ Livin' in the lonely zone

(clock ticking)

-♪ In the heart of the city
-(groaning, sighs)

(ticking)

♪ With people all around

♪ I'm alone and forgotten

♪ In this place
that I found ♪

(lights click)

♪ It's where time
has no meaning ♪

♪ Where broken dreams
go when they die ♪

OTTO: Screw this.

♪ It's a world
that's full of hurt ♪

(grunting)

-(thudding)
-(Otto exclaims)

♪ And I'm trapped
here inside ♪

-(yelps)
-(loud thud)

He's in here.

I found him like this
when I came in.

I-I couldn't
lift it off of him.

PAUL:
Alright, thank you, man.
We'll take it from here.

Sir, what's your name?

(straining) Otto.
My name is Otto Reed.

Alright, Otto, listen,
we're gonna get
this off you, okay?

But first we need the paramedics
to check you out, alright?

Hey, firefighters, let's get
some, uh, cribbing over here

to shore up this machine.

TK, Nancy, start a line.

Hey, Otto. I'm Tommy.
How you feeling?

Cold, crushed, and humiliated.

I reached into the machine
when my candy wouldn't drop

and my arm got stuck.

I yanked it out.

The whole thing came down
on top of me. (gasps)

TK: Alright, Cap,
BP's 60 over 30.

Heart rate's pushing 120.

He's starting to compensate.

Hey, Otto. How long
have you been under here?

Uh, an hour or two,
give or take.

An hour or two?

Otto, is there someone that
you'd like us to call for you?

Now?

Why would I wanna
call somebody now?

I believe you're suffering
from crush syndrome.

What does that mean exactly?

It means that the pressure
is compressing your extremities

and building up toxins.

Once the weight
is lifted off of you,

all those toxins
are going to rush to your heart.

Are you saying it's gonna
stop my heart...

(labored breathing)
...and kill me?

We're gonna do
everything possible

to keep that from happening.

Then I really hope you win.
(heavy breathing)

I could have avoided all this
if I just asked for help

when I had the chance.

I was too embarrassed.

You know what?

I do wanna call somebody.

Regina from accounts payable.

Okay. What's her number?

Uh, no.

I'll call myself,
after I get out of this.

(raspy breaths)
To ask her out.

Okay. Good for you, Otto.

OTTO: Would it...

Would it be too weird
to ask you to hold my hand?

NANCY:
No, not at all.

TOMMY: Nancy, help Fire
pull him clear once they lift.

TK, get ready to push
all the fluids we've got.

-Yeah, Cap.
-PAUL: Alright, firefighters,
grab a corner.

Mateo, you help Nancy grab him
when we lift it up, okay?

-MATEO: Copy that.
-PAUL: Alright,
everybody on three.

One, two, three, lift!

(screams)

Alright, it's clear.

Alright, TK, push.

-(Otto panting)
-(monitor beeping)

That's it. Keep pushing.

Alright, O2's
are back up to 95.

Heart rate's stabilizing.

Is that good?
Are we winning?

Yes. We're winning.

Now, why don't you
tell me about that Regina

from accounts receivable?

Payable.
(heavy breaths)

She has the most incandescent
brown eyes you've ever seen.

NANCY:
What else?

She has the cutest
crooked little smile.

And, and when
she giggles, she...

NANCY:
Otto. Hey! Otto.

Starting compressions.

TOMMY:
No, we'll defibrillate.

-Nancy, get his T-shirt.
-NANCY: Yeah.

-Come on. Come on. Come on.
-(defibrillator whirs)

TOMMY: Clear.
Let go of his hand.

-(monitor beeping)
-Clear.

(thumps)

(flatline beeps)

Going again. Clear.

(thumps)

(flatline beeps)

(echoing) Going again.
Clear!

(defibrillator pads thud,
echoes)

(birds cawing)

(horses neigh)

OWEN: Hey, Duke.
How you doing?

Ah, good.

Hey, is Marlene around?

Uh, she's out
on a ride with Lulu.

Something I can help you with?

No, I was just gonna
spend some time with Thunder.

Oh, you know, that might
not be such a good idea
at the moment.

-Why is that?
-Because I need to do
some work with my cutting torch.

So I need to head into town
to refill these tanks.

-And he's, uh,
he's in a mood today.
-(Thunder stomps, neighs)

Thanks, but don't
need a babysitter.

Godspeed, cowboy.

-(horse neighs)
-(loud thud)

(Thunder stomps)

Well, Thunder,
if you wanna kill me,

this is your opportunity.

(Thunder grumbles)

It's just the two of us.

(dog barks)

-And Lady Ann Richards.
-(Lady Ann Richards whining)

(Thunder snorts)

(tense music playing)

Marlene says you see things
that other people don't see.

-Dark things.
-(Thunder grunts)

We both know that's true,
don't we?

You want the truth?

Here it is.

(Thunder softly grunts)

People think
my brother died in his sleep.

It's a lie.

(light guitar music playing)

Don't worry.

It's going to be peaceful
and completely painless.

I need you to just tell my girls
that I love 'em.

And I love you, Owen.

And, Owen, I need you
to promise me

that no matter
what happens here...

you will not lose your nerve.

Even if I do. Promise me.

I promise.

(inhales and exhales deeply)

-(pump squeaks)
-(groans softly)

(gas hissing)

(Robert Strand exhaling)

(hissing continues)

(grunts, groans)

It's okay. It's okay.

Shh. It's okay.

-(Robert groans)
-It's... Shh. It's okay.

It's alright.

(groans)

I'm sorry.

I promised.

I promised.

I killed my own brother.

(inhales and exhales deeply)

I thought by...

trying to save you...

I could balance
the karma scale.

It's ridiculous, I know.

ROBERT'S VOICE:
It's not that ridiculous.

(Thunder snorts)

Who said that?

(whining)

ROBERT'S VOICE:
Who do you think, killer?

-Too soon?
-OWEN: Thunder?

You can talk?

Now that would be ridiculous.

(quirky music playing)

What is happening?

Why do you sound
exactly like Robert?

FEMALE VOICE: Somebody's
a little slow on the draw.

What is going on here?

And why am I so lightheaded?

FEMALE VOICE:
Honey, you of all people

should be able
to figure that one out.

-(Lady Ann Richards whimpers)
-(Owen grunts)

(dramatic music plays)

(birds chirping)

Oh.

Afternoon, sunshine.

OWEN: Where am I?

My living room.

What were you thinkin'?

Going into
Thunder's stall alone?

You know, if that kick
had caught you on the temple,

we'd be notifyin'
next of kin right now.

Thunder didn't kick me.
Something happened.

I think Lady Ann Richards
was trying to warn me?

Lady Ann Richards?
Like Lassie?

(Marlene chuckles)

Did you have martinis
for lunch or somethin'?

Well, I have the headache
and the nausea,

but, no, vodka's
never made me hallucinate.

(sighs deeply)

(tense music playing)

Wh...

I think you have a gas leak
in your barn.

That's why the dog is digging.
It smells it.

How did you get me
back up here?

Duke helped carry you
when he got back from town.

And he went to town
to refill the tanks?

For the cutting torch.

We have to stop him!

(tense music continues)

Where's the gas shut off?

It's on the other side
of the ranch.

-Turn it off.
-Yeah, well,
what about the horses?

I'll take care of 'em.
First I gotta find Duke.

(horses screeching)

(snorting, neighing)

Duke!

Duke?

(neighing continues)

Duke!

(Owen grunting)

(screeching)

Duke! You with me?

Duke.

(weakly) What... happened?

You set off a fire
with your torch.

Stay right there!
Don't move!

Don't let anybody
into that barn!

(dramatic music playing)

(metal tools clinking)

(horse neighs)

Come on. Come on!

Come on. Get outta here!
Get outta here! Go!

(neighing continues)

♪♪

Ha! Ha!

♪♪

Ha! Ha!

(grunts)

Come on, Thunder.
Alright, come on.

Come on outta here.
Come on!

Come on.
We gotta go. Come on, boy.

(neighs)

(grunts)

(gas hissing)

-(valve squeaks)
-(Marlene grunts)

(dramatic music continues)

(Thunder neighs)

Come on.
We gotta get outta here!

If we stay, we die!

I know you don't want to.

But just this once...

you gotta trust me.

(Thunder neighs)

Duke. Duke, are you okay?

-I'm okay. I'm okay.
-Where-- Where's Owen?

-He's still in the barn.
-Wait--

No, he said not to let--

(explosion blasts)

(debris clatters)

(both panting)

(lively music playing)

Owen.

(exhales)

You made it.

We did.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(doorbell dings)

Oh, hey, Nancy.

Can I come in?

Yeah, of course.

Can I get you anything?
Um, like a drink or something?

No. What I'd really
like is a hand.

Yeah, of course, baby.
Always.

I'm sorry I left you on read.

Oh, it's okay, okay?
It's cool.

I know you needed your space.

No, I just needed to get
the guts to ask for help.

My doctor's calling
within the next hour

with my mammogram results,
and I don't wanna be alone.

No, you won't be, okay?
Ever again.

What's this?

MATEO:
Um... I think that's Cap's.

Yeah, you know,
he loves his mirrors
and his skin treatments.

Uh, he's a very vain man.

These are hair clippers.

Teo, were you about
to shave your head?

No. Um...

Shut up. Yes, you were.

Why would you
do something like that?

(Mateo sighs)

Well, I figured that it'd be
hard to pity your bald head

if... if I had one too.

Wow.

That is the sweetest thing
anyone has ever said to me.

MATEO:
Aw. Baby.

I love you, Nancy.

And now that is.

I love you too.

(cell phone buzzing)

MATEO: Oh.

It's the doctor.

Look, whatever happens,
okay, I'm here.

-(buzzing continues)
-Okay.

Hello?

(Thunder snorts)

It seems like Thunder's
startin' to trust you.

(Thunder snorts)

I'd like to think so.

How'd you like to know so?

(Marlene chuckles softly)

(chuckles)

Alright. Give me your hoof.

There we go.

(Marlene chuckles)

Wow, looks like
he forgives you.

For what?

For whatever it was you snuck
into the barn to confess to him.

Now all you have to do
is forgive yourself.

You don't know what I've done.

MARLENE:
Yeah, I don't need to.

You know, everybody's got crap,
but not everybody shows up.

That horse is
gonna be alright now,

because of you.

Thank you for saying that.

You know, I called a friend
out in Johnson City.

I told her about Thunder.

She'd be happy to stable him.

I was actually thinking
of keeping him here.

Oh... No, he can't st--
He can't stay outside.

I mean, it'll take months
for the insurance company

to shell out the bucks
to rebuild the barn,

and we got weather
comin' in next week.

It'll be done by then.

What'll be done?

(vehicles approaching)

(horn honks)

Wait. What did you do?

Called 9-1-1.

("Home" by Edward Sharpe
& The Magnetic Zeros playing)

OWEN: So they say it takes
the average Amish community

10 to 12 hours
to raise a barn.

For us, I'm figuring 20?

(singers whistling "Home")

♪ Hey! Alabama, Arkansas
I do love my Ma and Pa ♪

♪ Not the way
that I do love you ♪

♪ Well, holy moly,
me, oh, my ♪

♪ You're the apple of my eye

♪ Girl, I've never
loved one like you ♪

♪ Man, oh, man,
you're my best friend ♪

♪ I scream it
to the nothingness ♪

♪ There ain't
nothin' that I need ♪

♪ Well, hot and heavy,
pumpkin pie ♪

♪ Chocolate candy,
Jesus Christ ♪

♪ There ain't nothing
please me more than you ♪

♪ Oh, home,
let me come home ♪

♪ Home is wherever
I'm with you ♪

♪ Oh, home,
let me come home ♪

♪ Home is wherever
I'm with you ♪

♪ Hey!

-(knock on door)
-TOMMY: Yeah, uh-huh.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

-Nancy, hi.
-Hi.

Uh, I-I'm gonna have
to call you back.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Hey. Uh, what are
you doing here?

I'm sorry to just drop in.

Uh, I hope
I'm not interrupting.

No, no, no. I'm sorry.
Come on in. (chuckles)

Yeah.

Um, no, the girls
are just doing homework.

-Well, they should be.
-(Izzy and Evie giggling)

Mi niñas!
Algebra, not TikTok.

(sighs) Oh.

(Tommy sighs)

What's going on, honey?

The doctor called.

And?

And she said that

the lump in my breast
was a macrocyst.

A macrocyst?
So not a tumor?

No. It's benign.

And that I need
to get regular ultrasounds

because I have dense breasts,

which sounds like
a riot girl band.

(chuckles)
Yes, it does.

But I just wanted
to come over in person

and from the bottom
of my heart, thank you.

Oh, Nancy.
Oh, I'm so happy for you.

I'm so extraordinarily
happy for you.

Oh. Don't cry.
It's all good now.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, what's going on?

I was just,
I was on a call earlier

with-with my doctor
about my mammogram.

And what did she say?

(sighs)
She said that they, uh,
they found something.

It's... it's bad.

It's bad, Nancy.

(Izzy and Evie
chuckling faintly)

(sniffles)

(country rock
theme music playing)

♪♪

(music fades out)

(fanfare playing)