9-1-1: Nashville

You're not peeking, are you?

-No, I'm not peeking. -He's peeking.

Alright, Blue, open 'em up.

- So? -What?

-That's for me? -Yes.

- Yep. -Do you like it?

Like it? I love it.

A '66 Mustang, just like the one I had?

But I can't accept this.

- Oh, come on. -Huh?

-They can afford it. -Ryan.

Hey, look, you sacrificed your own car,

and almost your life, to keep Nashville safe.

-You, you earned it. -Yeah.

We were gonna get you a new one--

But nothing felt right.

And I know how much you liked the old one.

-I did. - Yeah.

So, your daddy searched all over the state

-for the exact same model. - Mm-hmm.

Yep. This baby was waiting for you in Memphis.

It is in mint condition.

Well, almost.

I can't believe you went through all that trouble.

Aw. Happy birthday, Blue.

-Aw. Happy birthday, Blue! -Oh, thank you.

-Happy birthday! -Happy birthday!

-Happy birthday! -Come on, brother.

Come on now, let's get this party started!

Taylor, do you want some more Prosecco?

Oh, why, yes, I do, thank you.

Yes. There we go.

- Yes. -'Kay.

-Thanks, Mom. -Yes, you're quite welcome.

Sam?

Oh, um... I'm actually-- I'm okay.

What? Since when? You love Prosecco.

Oh, just, uh, since-- I've just been--

It's been giving me indigestion.

Oh.

-Alright. Rox, refill? - Oh, yeah.

-How are you doing? -Good.

-Thanks, Blythe. -

Okay. So who's got you all giggly?

I am not giggly.

It's just this dumb thing Elena texted.

-Oh! -Oh.

Wait. Are you texting with GlowUpByElena?

What are you texting about?

Yeah, Rox, what are you texting about?

So, Elena says that Mama's Hot Chicken

has hotter wings than Fiery Frank's,

-which is obviously not true-- -No.

That's absurd. Frank's uses ghost peppers.

We've Literally had 9-1-1 calls about that.

Thank you. That's what I told her.

Now she's daring me to a taste-off.

Um, you know what that sounds like.

A date. Mm.

It's not a date.

Hmm...

The two of you are arranging

a time to eat together at an off-site location.

First of all, I'm not even gonna do it.

And second... it's just chicken.

Mm-hmm.

It is just chicken.

Well, somebody most definitely is. Ba-kawk.

Roxie's got a date.

- -Oh, my God.

You know, this is sugar free, right?

Yeah. Just not hungry, I guess.

Well, would you want a drink?

I mean, the bartender can make

some really great low-sugar cocktails.

I am okay.

And thank you guys, again, for all this.

-And for the car. - Of course, of course.

But, uh, you, you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

Because, you know it's okay if you're not. It's--

-Yeah. -This is your party.

I just haven't heard from Mama all day.

Ah. She's angry you did it here.

You could say that.

She, uh, she kinda kicked me out of the house.

Oh, I am so sorry. I know we drew a hard line,

but we did not intend to come between the two of y'all.

It's not y'all's fault.

It was in the heat of the moment

and I'm sure she'll come around.

But I still haven't heard from her.

And it's the first time she hasn't called me on my birthday.

That breaks my heart, honey.

But, you know what? If you wanna talk to her...

the phone works both ways.

...which is ridiculous because Elena totally likes her.

And if it's a planned meal, then it is, in fact, a date.

You okay, B?

Yeah, I just got a fully restored '66 Mustang.

What is there to complain about?

I know that you're hurt that your mama didn't call you back.

And it's okay to be sad on your own birthday.

I'm not sad. I'm mad.

And you have every reason to be.

How petty is she?

That the second I don't do exactly what she asked,

she throws me out to the curb like garbage?

Who does that?

I'm not gonna lie, it is messed up.

I mean, what if I had an emergency?

Would she even know? Would she even care?

-I'm sure she would. -I'm not.

She hasn't even answered my texts

about when to go back to the house and grab my stuff.

She's leaving me on read, her own son.

Why don't you let me take care of it?

I can reach out to her.

That's not your problem.

It comes with the territory of being a girlfriend.

Well, thank you, baby.

I just hate how much power she still has over me.

I can't stand that I let her ruin today.

Mamas can cast a big shadow.

Sometimes it takes a while to step out from under 'em.

But, today isn't over.

We can still turn it around.

Suddenly things just took a turn for the better.

Shut up.

If you're gonna be crashing here,

I'm gonna need a courtesy text.

I'm sorry.

-No worries. -I'm sorry.

-Happy birthday, Blue. -Thank you, thank you, Jalen.

Hope it's a good one.

-Thank you! - Good Night!

-Night. -

I think she's dying.

Okay, sir. Take a breath. What's your name?

Brian. Brian Williams.

My ex-wife is Vera. Vera Hoffman.

Hi, Brian. I'm Cammie. What's going on?

I don't know.

You don't know?

What do you mean you don't know?

I think somebody's in Vera's house. An intruder.

Why do you say that?

I was just there.

You were in the house with her?

But I left.

Okay. You said she's at 913 Garfield?

Uh, yes. That's right. I'm driving back there now.

PD respond to 913 Garfield.

Be advised, possible assault in progress of a Vera Hoffman.

- -Copy you, PD 267 en route.

I'll have paramedics standing by.

Help is on the way.

So, Brian, you think she was being attacked?

Yes! She called me screaming like she was dying!

But I couldn't understand her, but then she went silent.

That's why I patched you into the call.

So you could talk to her. So you could help her!

Are you saying she's on this call right now?

Yes, but she's quiet now. She's too quiet.

Vera, are you there?

- -Vera, is that you?

If you can hear me, just hold on.

We're coming for you.

Dispatch, PD 267 arriving on scene.

PD, be advised,

the attacker could still be in the house.

Copy you, dispatch.

-Hey, Jalen. - Dispatch said

there could be an active assault inside.

Y'all stay here till I clear the residence.

Okay. Good luck.

Be careful, Jay.

- -Police! Open the front door!

Police! Open up!

Can I help you, officer?

We got a 9-1-1 call about an assault.

We're in the middle of Bible study.

-This is 913 Garfield? -Yes, sir.

There a Vera Hoffman here?

Vera's house is down the street.

Uh, the house with the white pillars.

Thanks. Dispatch, we got the wrong address.

What?

We were just told Vera Hoffman

lives at 932 Garfield, not 913.