9-1-1: Nashville

Mom, Dad, Megan's crying.

I think she's hungry.

Mom?

Fine.

I'll just feed her.

- -

Mom, Dad, the house is on fire!

Megan, I'm coming.

I got you, Megan. I'm gonna wrap you up, okay?

Mom, Dad, we're here!

We got one back here!

We got you, kid.

I can sit with him. I'm the neighbor.

You don't recognize me do you?

I just moved in next door to y'all with my granddaughter.

She's the one that called 911.

How you holding up?

The doctors told me they all died.

Even my baby sister.

I'm so sorry.

Where do I go now?

I got nobody.

Well, a social worker's on their way.

Oh we'll stay with you till they get here.

Here.

It's hot chocolate.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Ain't you gonna introduce yourself?

I'm Dixie.

I'm Don.

Hey.

Did you sleep at all?

He sent another letter.

You finally gonna read this one?

No.

-The parole hearing's next week. -I know, honey.

I'm sure he's just begging for leniency,

hoping to breathe a little free air before he croaks.

How does that make you feel?

Angry and

ashamed.

Ashamed? Why?

'Cause if I hadn't choked at his original sentencing hearing

he would've never been up for parole in the first place.

You didn't choke.

You had a panic attack. That's not your fault.

I let my family down, and no one ever got to hear their story.

No one ever got to hear how much they meant to me.

So is that what you're planning on doing now?

Yeah, if I can keep myself from passing out.

I had another one at the the firehouse.

-A panic attack? When? -It was last night.

It was fine. Rox was there for me,

and, thank God, no one else saw it.

Oh, Donnie, I-I wish that you would not think of it like it's this dark secret.

It is.

I ask these people every day to follow me into fire.

What are they supposed to think if they hear that I couldn't even

They would think that you were human.

I mean, it might even be good for them to see it, for you to be seen.

No one needs to see this.

It just bothers me this whole thing's coming up again, you know, I

The pain and the rage, I'm

I just wanna make sure that this time the world hears the story.

I understand. But I don't think that the rage and pain is coming back.

I-I think it's just coming back to the surface.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying that I think it's always been there.

And maybe this could be a good opportunity to

to free yourself.

By freeing him?

He started a fire under my parents' bedroom over an unpaid debt.

He-He killed my family over two grand.

You wouldn't be doing it for him.

It would be for you.

Whatever you decide to do, you know that you have my full support.

I know.

Thank you.

That said, you know what Pastor Rick says about grudges.

It's like drinking poison and hoping to kill someone else.

Yeah, well, if it means he dies behind bars, I'm actually okay with that.

Get your hands off me, pig.

-Watch your mouth, punk. -You know what?

Why don't y'all spend your time catching real criminals?

That's 'cause drunk knuckleheads are easier to catch.

Oh, so he's a funny pig too.

Call me that again, see what happens to you.

Don't.

What?

Call him pig again.

Or you'll be fishing your teeth out of that commode over there.

What you in for, handsome?

Bar fight.

Yeah, some idiot put "Who Let the Dogs Out" on the jukebox.

Sounds like you did the public a service.

So I take it you're a frequent flyer around here.

I don't mean to brag, but, uh

they wanna give me a punch card.

-I'm Don. -Dixie.

Dixie?

Hey, you didn't used to live out on Oak Road, did you?

-Next to a house that burned down? -I sure did.

Oh, my God.

You're Don Hart.

-And you're Dixie Bennings. -

-How about that? -Wow.

What are you doing tomorrow, Dixie?

-Depends. -On what?

What time they let us out.

Is there a sadder place than a honky-tonk at 8:00 a.m.?

I like it.

You don't end up here unless you got a story to go with it.

I mean, look at her.

-I bet she's got a good one, right? -

What are you scribbling?

Inspiration for later.

What, are you a writer or something?

-Songwriter. -So you sing too?

Yeah, just never in public.

I get anxiety.

Well, you know, stage fright never killed nobody.

No. I could think of something that has.

You a smoker, Don?

No.

Then why would you monogram your initials on a lighter?

They're my dad's.

Donald Hart Sr. This was the only thing that survived the fire.

Kind of ironic, ain't it?

They ever catch the son of a bitch who done it?

Nope.

-You wanna know the worst part? -Mmm.

They got a box full of evidence gathering dust in some warehouse.

That's usually what happens when you come from where we do.

Yeah.

Hey!

-Watch where you're going. -

-You bumped into the lady here. -Got a problem?

Yeah, I guess that depends if you apologize.

The lady can speak for herself,

so mosey on along, tough guy.

Got a temper on you, huh, Don?

Ever think about taking a swing at what you're really mad at?

And what's that?

Fire.

Be a fireman.

Put all that rage into something that won't get you locked up

or your brains bashed in.

You know, I've actually thought about that ever since that night.

But what's the point when we both know it always falls apart in the end?

True. But

I bet it'd be one hell of a ride.

Besides, I bet you would look damn sexy in that uniform.

-Okay, Dix. -Hmm.

-I'll do it. -Mmm.

-On one condition. -What's that?

You take a ride with me.

If I make it through the academy, you start singing.

Stage fright be damned.

Deal?

Done, Don.

-Us against the world. -

What did you just call me?

I said "Done, Don." Why?

I thought you said, "DonDon."

And my mom used to call me DonDon.

Then it's meant to be.

Well, DonDon,

you just made yourself a deal with the devil.

To the ride.

Probie, come here.

What's up, LT? There a problem?

Yeah, I want you to look at this,

and I want you to tell me what you don't see.

-Tell you what I don't see? -Mm-hmm.

-I got nothing. -Taylor.

Hmm?

What do you think?

-No, I don't see it. -Yeah.

You two are evil.

-Y'all are messing with me. -No, no, no, no, no.

Take a nice close look.

-I promise you won't see it. -Can I have a hint?

-Mmm, what color don't you see? -That's good.

White, green, blue.

- -Ooh.

-Blue. -Blue.

-Oh, blue. -Blue!

I don't see myself in the reflection.

No, you do not. Wash it again.

Uh, Ry, Taylor, since you're all so generous with your feedback,

you can help him finish.

-Okay. -Yes, Cap.

Rox, can I, uh have a word with you?

Sure, Cap.

Step into my office.

So it's about that thing the other night.

Cap!

-Yeah feeling okay? -Yeah, so far, so good.

I just I don't want it to happen again.

The department has some great therapists on staff.