9-1-1

She'll like some flowers.

Yeah. Hey there.

I-I'm sorry to bother you. Would you mind

keeping an eye on my cart for a minute?

Daffodils are my wife's favorite.

Pretty sure they put this thing outside

so you could grab your flowers on the way in to the store.

I-I'd just really like

to surprise her. She's waiting in the car.

I promise, it'll only be a minute.

I'm not supposed to, but make it quick.

Thank you.

No.

We-we have to put our foot down.

The call center is not a tourist attraction.

I appreciate the councilman's interest,

but we can't have him and his cronies

parading through the office.

No, just tell him no, please.

Listen,

let me call you back.

It's fine. Go on right ahead.

No, no, no, no!

No, no, wait! W-W-Wait!

Stop! Stop!

God, no!

Ma'am, are you okay?

I've got a pulse.

My God.

You said you were gonna stay in the car.

She's alive.

- I-I'm calling 911. - W-Wait,

start with the address.

Always give the address first.

Car was parked over by the dumpster.

He hit the gas, then he hit her. Looked pretty bad.

- And he just took off? - Didn't even slow down.

Hey, you're gonna be okay, sweetie. Okay? Help is here.

- You're gonna be fine, okay? Everything... - Sir?

Sir, why don't you just step back, let my team have a look.

One, two, three.

Airway's clear, but her breathing's labored.

Definitely a broken femur here.

I know her.

What?

It's Sue Blevins.

- From the call center. - Yeah. Maddie's boss.

Head injury

is pretty severe. Pupils are uneven.

- Possible subdural hematoma. - Man. Boy.

We need oxygen over here.

- Come on, Sue. - We can run an IV en route.

- Sue, can you hear me? - Come on, Sue.

Most likely a broken rib, maybe two.

Come on.

Probable punctured lung, as well.

- Let's get her on the board. - One, two, three.

Man.

Come on, Sue. Come on.

Nine...

One...

What's she saying?

Nine... one

911?

We're here, Sue.

We got you.

Nine... one...

He was inside buying flowers

for her while someone was trying to kill her.

Thought this was an accident.

The guy never took his foot off the gas,

like he wanted that lady dead.

Nine... one...

And I'm gonna need some new sneakers.

Mine are getting too small.

What? Didn't we just buy you those?

It seems like all we have to do is buy

a pair of sneakers for his feet to shoot up

- to the next size. - Yeah, it's a vicious cycle.

He's growing up.

And you both have done

a fantastic job raising us.

Letting us be our own independent people.

This conversation just took an unexpected turn.

To the scripted side.

I think it's time I got a place of my own.

You're moving out? This is gonna be great.

I-I've got a job. Money in savings.

I'm ready to live on my own.

Well, this is a big step.

Are you sure you're ready?

I am.

Well, okay, then.

Really?

Yeah. Really?

Well, it seems like you've given this some thought,

and you're an adult.

Free to make your own decisions.

Okay. Okay. All right, well,

if you're really serious about this,

there are a few vacancies

in the building across the street from me.

With the telescope view.

No.

- Good morning, everybody. Hey. - Morning.

You missed the big announcement.

Everything okay?

- Yeah. - You're late.

Well, I was just checking up on a case from last night.

- It was a hit-and-run. - Victim was Sue Blevins.

It doesn't make

any sense. Who would want to hurt Sue?

A security guard only saw the accident.

Didn't know what happened before.

Maybe some kind of parking lot rage thing?

I was talking to her.

Last night, we were on the phone.

She was in the car, waiting for Don.

She just hung up...

God.

I-I've got to call Don. He must be beside himself.

Well, do you want to go to the hospital?

- I'm sure she's out of surgery. - No.

She'd want me here.

"The calls don't stop, and we can't, either."

Did she say anything to you when you were there?

No. She, she just kept on saying "911."

I don't know how this place runs without her.

It's got you.

And it's got all of us, and we're not gonna let her down

because we all owe Sue a lot.

I owe her my life.

Hi.

- I'm Josh Russo. I... - Yeah, the temp.

Freelance stenographer.

Have a website and everything.

Why don't I show you where you'll be working.

Sorry about the mess. And thanks for coming in so late.

When we scheduled you to come in,

we thought we'd be a little more settled.

Just need a quiet space,

a power outlet and an ergonomic chair.

You do have one of those, don't you?

It's four days of planning sessions

from the partners' retreat.

I'd have called you earlier,

but it took us all day just to find them.

We'd transcribe them in-house,

but the partners can get a little salty.

I got no problem with a little salt.

Just usually prefer it with a wedge of lime

and a good glass of tequila.

- But not while I'm on the clock. - I'll leave you to it.

And we might be here

after hours, but I don't know how late.

It's fine. I'm a night owl.

This is a good deal.

You're the one who wanted to expand.

Well, it sounds good, you know,

but I just can't deal with running into Jimmy

- in the men's room every day. - What's wrong with him?

His face. It's just, there's something...

The Germans

have a word for it. A face in need

- of a punch. - Backpfeifengesicht.

Okay, let's move on to section seven,

article 12-C.

Come on. But does he have to come

- on the executive golf trip? - I thought he was

- really good at golf, though. - It's not about

how good he is.

She did what with her boss?

While his wife was in the next room?

So, she comes into my office, and...

Wait, hang on.

Recording was halted.

Hello?

Is anybody still here?

Damn it.

This building before, and I don't know what to do,

and I-I'm kind of freaking out here.

It's okay.

Take a deep breath.

We're gonna get you out of there.

I don't know, Michael.

If you have concerns,

maybe you should discuss them with your daughter.

Yes. Without me.

Okay. Talk later.

Michael's worried about May moving into her own place?

He thinks we should talk her out of it.

Have a family meeting. Present a united front.

I said no, thank you.

You're surprised.

Well, it just seems like...

A fight I would have with my daughter? I know.

No, Athena, that's not what I was gonna say.

It wasn't gonna be a criticism.

Well, maybe it should be.

I keep thinking