Subtitles section Play video Print subtitles [men singing The Proclaimers' "I'm Gonna Be"] [indistinct chatter] ♪ ♪ ♪ I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more ♪ ♪ Just to be that man who walks 1,000 miles ♪ ♪ To fall down at your door ♪ [faint cheers and applause] [Peaches and Herb's "Reunited" plays] ♪ ♪ - [speaking native language] ♪ ♪ - ♪ I was a fool ♪ ♪ To ever leave your side ♪ ♪ Me minus you is such a lonely ride ♪ ♪ The breakup we had has made me lonesome and sad ♪ [teleportation whooshes] [indistinct chatter] [teleportation whooshes, man grunts] [claxons blaring in the distance] [car horns honking] - Hi, Doc. - I was just a fucking kid when you people-- - [in English] I didn't know what they'd do, I swear. - Bullshit. - [grunting] - God damn it, I have a family now! We deserve a chance at a normal life. [high-pitched ring, buzz] [moaning] [gasps] [tense music] [device beeping] [teleportation whooshes] [speaks French] [both grunting] ♪ ♪ [device beeping] - So, I hear you have a son. Uh? [grunts] ♪ ♪ [groaning] [device beeping] - [grunts] [beeping stops] ♪ ♪ - [gasps] ♪ ♪ [grunts] [people gasping] [woman speaking French on TV] [both speaking French] - [speaks French] - Oui. [dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [teleportation whooshes] - [grunts] [moans] [panting] [door opens] [footsteps patter outside room] - Dad! [door closes] - Hi. - [gasps] H-how did you-- - I don't know. - How are you here? - I--I don't-- Fuck, I don't know. - Did Lucas drop you off? - I don't think so. - Well-- - Is there anybody here? - What the hell happened? Are you okay? - He was... [panting] I was in his trunk, and then-- - What? - I had--yeah, I had, like, a seizure, and I, like, blacked out and-- - Henry, Henry. - Fuck, I don't know. - Henry. - I don't know what's happening to me! - Okay, well, we gotta call the police. - Jenna, we cannot call the police! Do you think that I can explain this to the police? I can't explain that. [car horn honks] [breathing heavily] [honking continues] - It's your mom. - Oh. [exhales] Oh, fuck, I have an appointment. - You should tell her, okay? - I cannot--I can't tell her. - At least about Clay. - I have to go. [solemn music] ♪ ♪ - What're you doing? - Uh... Sorry, I--I-- I was just, uh, um... - Did you get in an accident? - Uh, no. Not really, I--I--I-- - "Not really"? - Okay, there-- Okay, okay, there--there-- There--there was this girl, and she was with Clay before his wreck, and I thought she might know something, but she--she wouldn't even talk to me, so I--I--I-- [sighs] Okay, I put her in the trunk of the car, and then now-- - You put a girl in the trunk of your car? - Yeah, I--yeah, I know how that sounds, but I didn't have any other choice. - Stop, just stop. - Look, Pop. I will get her to talk, just give me another chance. - I don't give a shit about some girl. Your brother is in a coma, for Chrissakes. You saw his truck. No girl did that. It was those fuckers up north. - The Millers? - We lost their product at the border. That doesn't come without a price. - Well, then let me help. I can go to Canada, I-- - No. You wanna help? You stay with your brother in the hospital. - Yeah, but... Okay, yes, sir. - No, no, no. Oh, God. These red lights. Ugh. I can't believe Gregg would only give me an hour break. He knows how important this is. He has kids. Do you know he spells his name with three Gs? Gregg, with three Gs. One in the beginning, two at the end. Who does that? Someone you can't trust, that's who. [voice muffles] At least we got into this doctor. There was like a crazy long wait, I could barely get in, you know... [wind soughing drowns out her voice] [seatbelt swishes, muffled] [muffled voice] Henry, are you okay? [rattling, glass shattering] Henry? - [panting] - Honey, you're sweating. - Yeah. Yeah, I'm just-- I think I need some air. I was just wondering if certain things can... trigger seizures. - Like what? - Um... Like, if-- Like, if somebody gets close to me, or if I'm in a confined space. - I'm--I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what you mean. - It's just that I've had se-- two other seizures since I went to the ER, and they f-- felt pretty different from the others. - Different how? - Like I blacked out or something. Um... Or at least that's how it felt to me. Like I-- Like I lost time. And then when I came out of it, I was in a different place. - First of all, there is no scientific evidence to suggest that claustrophobia or touch can incite seizures. I believe that what you have is called mesial temporal sclerosis, or MTS. It's a very common condition, which causes a variety of symptoms, one of which is mild memory and time loss. So essentially everything that you described is normal, for patients with MTS. - Oh. [laughs] - So, uh, what-- what's next? What do we do? - Well, we begin with new medication, something that will actually manage your seizures and blackouts and get your life back to normal. How does that sound? - Yeah, that sounds great. [chuckles] - Okay, um... [sighs] Hope this'll be enough. Here. Why don't you take that? Now, just go ahead and take all this too, okay? - Yeah, that's fine, I'm sure. Thanks, Mom. - I'm sorry I don't have time to go in with you. - It's just a prescription. - Hey, wait, are you hungry? Do you wanna come by the diner for a snack? I can make you maybe a Shirley Temple. Remember how you used to love those when you were a little girl? - The pharmacy's gonna close soon. - Okay. - So... - Yeah, okay. All right, well, just, um, remember Thomas will come and pick you up. - Okay. - Hey, this town's not so bad, right? - Sure. - I read somewhere that happiness is a state of mind. - Okay. - What do you mean, "Okay"? - [sighs] I don't know, I've gotta go. [car door closes] [Warpaint's "Heads Up" plays] - ♪ You got me one way turn around ♪ ♪ You remind me of our son ♪ ♪ All brought up on my own ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You make me other ways ♪ ♪ You burn the eyes on my aura ♪ ♪ ♪ [pins clattering] - Hey. - Hey, Henry. - My mom told me that you'd give me a ride home. - How was your appointment? - Fun. - Uh, all right. Uh, I got a pin stuck on lane eight. Do you mind giving me a hand? Come on, then we can go. Lane eight. [machine creaking and clanking] [ratcheting] Can you pass me that little wrench in my toolbox? Thanks. Deputy Hulce paid me another visit. She's got it in her head that you called in Clay Boone's accident from the scene. - That's... really weird. I have no idea why she would think that. - I told her the same thing. I also ditched all those car parts I found in your closet. I hope that's okay. Were you hurt? Good. [sighs] Henry... Bill Boone is not somebody that you wanna mess with. He's gonna do whatever it takes to protect his family. Do you understand? [pensive music] ♪ ♪ [knocks] - Sir, you got a minute? Uh, I wanted to talk to you about Eddie Max. A number of witnesses confirm he was at The Lodge the night of Clay Boone's accident. - You know, the dressing just sits right on top of the lettuce. The doctor says I got gout, you know. No more red meat. - Have you tried shaking it? - Hmm? - If you close your lid and shake your salad, the dressing will mix right in. - No shit. - So, I took it upon myself to check Henry Cole's cell phone records and cross-referenced them with cell towers. - Yeah, don't--don't, uh-- don't do that. - Excuse me? - Don't take it upon yourself. It's not that I don't appreciate your tenacity. I mean, you're a real modern-day Angela Lansbury. You know who that is? - I--I do, yeah. - She's a very talented woman.