01x02 - Yee-Haw

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♪ I whip my hair back and forth ♪

♪ Just whip it, I whip my hair ♪ Hey, what's up, Cap?

'Sup, baby?

Little spring in your step there, Cap.

You get laid or something?

Eh, I'm just feeling a little more at home in Austin.

Found an organic food market.

I found a vitamin shop that sells my fish oil supplements I like, a CorePower Yoga studio within walking distance.

I mean, the place is like New York with just a lot less trash on the street.

Here you go, Cap.

Mm.

Mmm.

Hey, you cut yourself, Cap?

Oh, that's the other thing.

I found a dermatologist that follows the same hair protocols as my guy in New York City.

You have hair protocols?

I'm putting in for a transfer.

Hey, go ahead and laugh, but I'm convinced it's the only reason I haven't lost my hair.

Well...

Hey, I'm not trying to hate on anyone for taking advantage of science to level up.

So every six weeks, I get my scalp injected with a drug called finasteride.

It promotes hair growth.

I think it's that combination of treatment and trauma that really makes your hair grow.

I also use finasteride drops twice a day and then once at night orally.

Also, it's been great for my prostate health.

I think you'd look good bald.

I like that shaved head look.

Bruce Willis, The Rock-- it's super masculine.

Look, all I'm saying: at a certain point, a guy needs to have a signature look, something to define him.

I'm the guy with the hair.

I mean, every time I get one of those caricatures from a guy on the street, my hair is, like, enormous.

Every time?

How often do you sit for one of those?

I think you have an irrational fear of losing your hair, Cap.

Who says it's irrational?

It's Morelli's, so you know they are gonna work us around the clock on this presentation.

Yep, but at least it's Morelli's.

Did you get those portfolios from Ivan?

I just need a John Hancock here.

He's supposed to email them.

Or a Jane Hancock, as it were.

You have got to stay on him.

Yeah.

Excuse me? Yep?

-I have the card on file. -Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just need a signature.

Sure, man.

I need those by this afternoon.

-I'm on it. -Thank you.

I say we start out strong.

Tell the investors that this is a chance to be a part of something that could change the world, literally save lives.

And make them a crap ton of money while they're at it.

That's good. Write that down.

Mm-hmm.

And after their, uh, expected ROI, I thought we could move on to, uh... to, uh...to, um--

Liza, you okay?

Uh, yeah, just, uh, nerves.

I'm so...itchy.

It's okay.

It's okay.


Hey, hey, stop that.

I think that, uh...

What's wrong with her? I'm sorry, I, uh...

I'm on the edge of my seat here.

Uh, right, right, we were going to move--

Liza!

What are you doing? Liza, stop! Liza!

Oh, no!

Stop it! No! Liza!


Oh, I've seen this back in the city.

When people are committed, they'll find a way.

Judging by that forehead, she was very committed.

Or should have been.

She's gone.


I-I could tell Liza was nervous about the pitch tomorrow, but one minute, she was fine.

The next, she was like somebody from Bird Box.

-Bird Box? -Netflix?

Sandra Bullock?

JT, to your knowledge, was Liza on any substances?

ÚUh, Officer...

Stressed-out people sometimes do irrational things.

If you can think of-- Officer!

Sir?

They're inside me!

Make them stop! Sir, you're okay!

Make it stop!

Put the w*apon down!úPut the--

Get down! Get down!

Get down! Hands back.

McCoy, stop her! Stop her!

-No, stop! -Sir, sir!

Someone stop him! Grab him now!

Dispatch, we're a code six at 383 Highway.

Send everyone-- Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop him!

Send everyone you got.

Mateo, Judd!

Yep. On it.

Ah.


Oh!

We need to get up there right now.

No carbon monoxide.úNo sulfides.

If this was airborne, there'd be 40 people down, not 9.

Looks like you could use some help, Officer.


Keep your head still. Sir!

Sir-- Okay.

What are they presenting?

Lockjaw, muscle tremors.

I've never seen anything like this, Cap.

We're not going anywhere till we know what we're dealing with.

Let's close this building down.

Help!úHolly, she's turning!

Ma'am! Ma'am, no!

Can I get some help over here?

Ma'am!

Mad Hatter's disease.

19th-century hatmakers really used to go insane

People go straightBird Box.

Sandra Bullock.

So why are some people down and not others?

that they need to get their trauma teams ready.

Right.

-You got her? -Yeah.

Let me get this arm. Okay.

If you are feeling sick, speak up!

No one leaves until Special Response clears you to go.

Whose quinoa is this?

Why do I feel like he's doing a thing?

Hey, the guy who landed on the coffee cart, he's gonna survive, so thank God for overpriced pastries.

Is he doing a thing?

Uh-huh.

Whose juice is this?

I'm on a cleanse. Why?


Let me see your hands.

Skipped it--big breakfast.

Wait for it.


Mercury.



I'm looking for, uh, Ladder 126.

Somebody ordered delivery.

That'd be us, boss.

Heard you had the best cookies in town.

Yeah, that's right.

Put your hands up right now!

Put your hands up!

On your knees.


Why?

They never tip.

Years, treat me like I'm invisible, like I'm a nonperson.

Well, they'll remember me now.


I won't sugarcoat it.

What we do here is controversial.

It's called adaptive therapy, and rather than carpet-b*mb your cancer and your body, we use immunotherapy and limited chemo to slow its growth.

So you don't even try to cure it.

We contain it.

You learn to live with the enemy.

Mm, something like that.

We do it right, you will die an old man with cancer rather than from cancer many, many, many years from now.

That's a little morbid, but I like the "many, many" part.

Um, question: will this cause hair loss?

It's one of the upsides of a targeted approach: less collateral damage.

You will keep your gorgeous locks, Captain.

Oh, thank God.

And I just found this amazing woman down here, Dr. Akopian.

She is a hairline-sculpting Michelangelo.

Yeah, you need to stop seeing her immediately.

Why would I do something insane like that?

Dr. Akopian specializes in finasteride, and it would interfere with our therapy.

I've been on this a decade.

What would happen if I suddenly stopped taking it?

Well, it is possible that your scalp could go into follicular shock, and you could lose your hair.

But this is my signature look.

You gave me your word.

You told me I was not going to lose my hair.

Better that than your life.


I want you to close your eyes for a focus exercise.

You want me to focus on what, exactly?

The night of the incident, when you lost your friends.

Doc, uh, with all due, don't you think it might be a little unreasonable to ask him to just jump straight into that?

Are either of you familiar with the Zeigarnik effect?

Incomplete tasks trap the brain into loops of repetitive thinking.

It's kind of like when you hear a tune on the radio but you have to get out of the car before it's over.

You hum it all day. The Zeigarnik effect.

So what does me having a Kenny Chesney song stuck in my head have to do with anything?

People suffering from PTSD tend to avoid the bad memories that caused the condition.

The brain gets stuck in the trauma, so it keeps bringing those terrible experiences back to the surface to be processed.

But what if I ain't, uh, ready to process yet?

Baby, I'll be right here.

Okay? Look at me.

You got this.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Counting breaths is a powerful tool for healing.

I want you to close your eyes and count each breath up to five.

One, two, three, four, five.

Judd.

Count each breath, and as you do, try to remember that night... as it happened.



One.

Garrity, hit it with everything you got.

Two.

Hey, y'all be ready to hold on tight!

That's all I got for you, big boy.

-I'm done. I'm done. -Hold on, Judd. Babe.

I'm good. Judd.

It's a process.

Okay.


-Thank you for coming so fast. -Where is he?

Uh, I would've called 9-1-1, but, um, he said it was like breathing through a straw, and now he can't talk.

Hey, Tomas, I'm Michelle. Remember me from the other day?

The crazy lady.

Yeah. Yeah.

Let's get you up.

Okay, I need you to take two puffs of this and breathe real deep, okay?

Okay.

Okay, let's get you down.

Listen to me.

I need you to hold your son completely still no matter how uncomfortable he gets.

Do you understand?

I'm gonna intubate him.

Please save him.


I'll get your head.

Okay.

Okay.

Here we go, kiddo.


Okay.

You're doing so good, buddy.


Come on.


Gracias a Dios.

Gracias.


This is for you.

Thank you. Don't lose it.

Okay.

You can get him some over-the-counter allergy meds to help with the congestion, and the albuterol is for the att*cks.

It should last a few months.

Uh, if you need more, you can call me.

Thank you.

How much do I owe you?

Don't worry about it.

Um, wait.

Um, we were all very sorry about your sister.

Thank you.


Gustavo, is there something that you wanna tell me?

Your sister and that man Mr. Dustin, they were yelling, and then your sister left.

Her car was still here.

Someone else picked her up.

What?

In a blue pickup truck.

I should have said something before.

I'm--I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

It's the most anyone's said to me in three years.



I mean, the guy told me that he saw my sister leave that night in a blue pickup truck.

I mean, Carlos, this changes everything.

Wow, that's huge.

So...was it a man or a woman driving, one or two people?

I don't know.

I mean, he just said a blue pickup truck.

And he could tell that for sure in the dark from across the street?

I can't believe you. We finally have a lead.

Someone saw Iris alive leaving Dustin's house.

Why are you being a d*ck about it?

I just don't want you to get your hopes too high.

Literally a quarter of the vehicles on the road in Texas are pickup trucks.

Honestly, you'd probably be as well off going to a curanderaas a cop.

A witch? That's your advice for me?

My Tía Lucy sees one.

The curandera told her to buy homeowner's insurance. The next week, Lucy's water heater broke, flooded the whole house.

-Really? -True story.

That's ridiculous.

Yeah, it really is.

What do you want?

You want one of Cap's half-caf caps, a little almond milk?

I have some oat milk in here somewhere, but it doesn't foam as well.

I want a coffee with some creamer.

Oh, I don't think it can do that.

All right.

Oh, Judd, listen.

I hate to ask, but I'm gonna need to see some documentation that you've been going to therapy.

What, the pissed-off look on my face isn't enough proof?

Nah, the doctor signed some stuff, and I'll get it to you.

Good, I appreciate that.

So what about you?

You, uh, find somebody right away for your hair?

Or what about that, uh-- what about the other thing you told me about?

I saw someone.

It's bad?

Well, the treatment that they're recommending would require some lifestyle changes.

What, like not working?

'Cause I had an aunt who had, uh, chemo, and, you know, I'll be honest with you, it was rough, but now she's back teaching.

She's riding on the weekends.

It's like it never happened.

It's more than that.

It's a hair thing.

Yeah, they don't want me taking my pills or doing my drops 'cause they say it might interfere with the protocol they're recommending.

What does TK say?

I mean, I bet he'd rather have a bald dad than a dead dad.

Haven't told him yet. He doesn't know I'm sick.

And you say I need to see a therapist.

He's had a lot on his plate.

I don't wanna tell him till he's ready.

Till he's ready, till you're ready?


Okay, take a breath for me, ma'am.

Can you tell me where the fire is?

4663 Tucker Street.

Y'all need to send somebody out here.

Yes, ma'am, they're already on the way.


Oh, bless your hearts for getting here so quick.

I'm Ellen. Oh, bless your hearts.

And, uh--

Okay, then.

Oh, well, the good Lord sure took his sweet time with you, didn't he?

-You called in a fire, ma'am? -It's right over here.

Oh, you know, these people

"These people"?

There, see? I told you.

They're putting the whole darn community at risk.

What is that, septic?

Hell, septic never smelled so good.

That's barbacoa.

What the hell's barbacoa?

It's a steak that you cook underground.

-Oof. -Ooh!

You cook meat in the dirt here?

That's a thing? Yeah.

That's a thing, Mr. Open-minded.

Aw, hell no, Ellen.

Who'd you call this time, you crazy lady?

Ooh, you better call the police.

That man is unstable.

I'm unstable? You're unstable.

Whoa, whoa, I think we have a misunderstanding here.

No, I don't misunderstand anything.

She may look like a sweet old lady, but she's an evil r*cist.

Who you calling old?

Really? That's the part that upset you?

I am not a r*cist. My gardener is Spanish.

She called the cops on us last week at my daughter's tenth birthday.

They were waving around a bat.

At apiñata, you twisted vieja.

Yes, I called the police, and I'm gonna keep calling till somebody does something.

You know what?

You don't have to call the police anymore

'cause I'm making a citizen's arrest.

Oh, good.

Put your hands behind your back.

What? Me?

-TK, get the cuffs. -We don't have any cuffs, Cap.

Oh, I'm sure we could, uh, find some zip ties.

Oh, that'll work just fine.

Probie? On it.

Wait, now, hold on. I'm an American citizen.

Which is why you should know that making a nuisance 9-1-1 call is against the law.

Paul, call APD. Tell 'em we're on our way down.

Yep.

Boom.

Ma'am?

Uh-oh. My heart.

Ma'am, are you all right? Dear Jesus.

Cap, we can't take her to jail if she's having a heart att*ck.

I know. Marjan, take her BP.

On it, Cap.

Maybe give her some mouth-to-mouth.

No! Not her.

So maybe you're not having a heart att*ck?

I am. I definitely am!

-Can't you do it? -Not certified.

Oh. How about him?

Sure, ma'am, but just so you know, I am a h*m*.

Oh.

No.

He can do it.

I told you I am not a r*cist!

You're not a h*m*, are you?

Oh, no, ma'am.

But I am trans, though.

Take me to jail.

♪ Last night I slept in my stilettos ♪

♪ Holiday Inn ♪

♪ Yeah, we were sipping amaretto ♪

♪ Swimming in sin ♪

♪ Sometimes I get a little ghetto ♪

♪ Since I been with him ♪

♪ He's got his spell on me ♪

♪ Living lies and lust ♪

♪ He's got his spell on me ♪ Oh, my God, that was--

You're really good at that.

Yeah, you're... you're not so bad yourself.

Wow, you're not even gonna catch your breath?

I got a shift.

36 minutes to go 8 miles?

Jeez, I thought I left the crazy traffic in Manhattan.

Hey, why don't we go for round two and then I can drive you?

I can flip on the light-bar and siren.

You're sweet and...very hot, but I kind of just like to zone out and listen to music before work, so...

Totally.

Text me.


Michelle.


You can't escape that easy.


Listen, full disclosure, I don't really believe in any of this stuff.

But at this point, I'm willing to try anything, no matter how irrational it is.

Drink--for a broken heart.


Light them, please.


You say you want to find your sister?

Yes.

But why?

Because I love her more than life.

'Cause I haven't had a decent night of sleep in three years.


Red is the candle for love, but the flame on the black is just as high.

Black symbolizes curses, anger.

Maybe your room's drafty.

The skinny lady will give you what you want but only if you're honest about why you seek it.

Oh, is this the part where you ask me for another 200 bucks?

This is the part where you need to be truthful with me about your feelings for your sister.


Who doesn't have complicated feelings about their sister?

Iris was always the sunshine child.

I won district in track.

She won state.

I was certified as an EMT, and... and she went to medical school.

But she thought she knew everything.

I told her that she should dump her loser boyfriend before he ruined her life.

It was the last time I spoke to her.


So yeah, you can tell the skinny lady that I'm fueled by anger too.


How did you do that?

I did nothing.

But anger expressed is often anger extinguished.

Now, what I'm about to tell you may sound silly-- irrational, as you say-- but if you wish to find Iris, you will do exactly as I say.

Understand?


I understand.



Cap.

Damn, son, somebody get me my shades!

Nice chrome dome, buddy!

Oh, sweet God. Is that my future?

Hey, Lex

, you looking for Superman? He just left.

You gonna make the probie shine that thing up too?

Hey, I'd be happy to, Cap.

I don't even think it looks that terrible.

Wait a minute, you told me I'd look good bald.

Well, you've certainly gone out of your way to prove me wrong.

Help! Please!

Help me, please!

Okay, hang on. We're coming.

Hurry!

I'll get you out of there.

Oh, thank God.

You're my knight in shining armor.

Grab my arm.

You know what? I'm good.

What?

I'll just stay here.

You'll die.

I'm okay with that.

You're being irrational.

Have you seen yourself?

Oh!

Dad, you okay?

Yeah. Go back to sleep.

Oof, God help me.

It's easy to be hard-boiled about it in the daytime, but night's another thing.

Hemingway fan.

Me too.

What's got you up tonight, Captain?

I think Paul's chicken Vesuvius didn't agree with me.

It must be quite the indigestion to have you calling out to the Almighty.

Come on.

What's said between captains stays between captains.

It's dumb.

It's embarrassingly, outrageously dumb.

How 'bout you let me be the judge of that?


I had a night terror... about losing my hair.

Mm, there it is. Come on, let me have it.

Go on.

I have a medical issue.

It should be fine, but it prevents me from... getting my hair treatments.

I told you I thought you'd look good bald.

That's not what you said in the dream.

You know, I've never been scared of anything on the job as much as I am of this.

I mean, I hate the fact that I'm so concerned with my signature look.

And it's totally irrational, I know, but I...can't help it.

It sounds pretty human to me.

You wanna have control of something you can't.

I think we all want that.

In this case, it's time, your mortality.


You don't wanna be an aging sex symbol.

If you ask me, it's pretty rational.

You think I'm an aging sex symbol?

Shut up.

It's more rational than what I did today.

I went to see a curandera.

You're joking.

You have no idea what that is, do you?

Not the slightest bit.

It's sort of like a-- well, a cross between a witch and a therapist, I guess.

I'm trying to find my sister.

Your sister?

She disappeared three years ago.

I'm sorry.

So you went and saw a psychic?

Basically, yeah.

She just gave me a spell to help me find Iris.

Like a magic spell?

She told me to burn a $100 bill under Iris' picture while I take a bath in sage, bergamot, uh, lavender, and chamomile.

I don't even know what bergamot is.

It's a citrus.

So if nothing else, you're gonna smell wonderful.

Look, maybe if you've been looking for your sister this long, changing it up is the most rational thing you can do.

Maybe.


Still all sounds pretty insane to me.


Hey, you tell anybody what I told you tonight, you die.

Likewise.

Night, Captain.


I've got to get over myself.

Methane's over 100,000 PPMs.

We are one spark away from the biggest barbecue in Texas history.

Let's move fast.

Get every apartment cleared out.

Excuse me, ma'am. Right here.

Come here. I'm gonna take you over here.

Come on.

Let's go, folks. Game over.

Yo, what? Gotta evacuate.

Hey, I said we gotta go. We gotta evacuate.

-Let's go now. Now! -All right, we're going.

-Bro, let's go. Come on. -Okay, okay.

-Okay, we're going. -To the left.

Come in.

Sorry, sir, you need to come with us.

Apartment's under evacuation.

Can you help me with my girls?

Oh, I'm actually allergic to cats.

Howard Dalton, you in there?

Austin FD. There's a gas leak in your building.

Everybody needs to leave.

Nice try.

Sir, this is a mandatory evacuation.

I told you to go away! Tough.

Sir, I need you to listen to me.

An air-conditioning unit so much as clicks on in this place, and we could all die.

The overlords sent you, didn't they?

To stop the resistance.

Okay, look, I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I really need you to--

-Don't play games with me! -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I know what you're trying to do.

You wanna lure me outside, huh?

So the sn*pers can take me out!

I'm not with the overlords, sir.

Get out.

-Okay, getting out. -Get out!

Getting out! Getting out!

The guy just refuses to leave, sir.

The guy's a total wack job, Cap.

We just can't leave him in there.

Did I mention the g*n?

Dad, you're not gonna pull him out of his paranoid, irrational fantasy.

So maybe we step inside with him.

Who is it?

We're with the resistance.


We need to get you out of here right now.

Put this on. They have eyes everywhere.


The other way. Other way.

There you go. Keep your head down, sir.

Resistance, this is Alpha Team. Are we clear for retrieval?

Uh, that's a big 10-4.

The overlords are looking the other way, Cap.


No, no, I forgot my O-Locator.

We have to go back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, I need it to identify the overlords.

'Cause I--without it, they could be anywhere, taking the form of anything!

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Detecting overlord vibrations.


They're coming from inside the apartment.

Move! Move, move, move.


We made it! Sure did.

The resistance will be forever grateful for what you did today.


My Uncle Grant owns this place.

I spent my summers here just bowhunting and branding cattle and cleaning out the stables, clearing brush.

Yeah, you didn't get a lot of cuddles as a kid.


What do you say, Tico?

Hey, what's up, Judd?

You ever ride before, Cap?

Yeah, a little bit.

Now can you tell me why you brought me all the way out here?

♪ My only son ♪ No, I cannot.

There goes the better part of my morning.

Now let's mount up.


♪ To what I say ♪

♪ And don't forget, son ♪ You're not gonna make me chew "tobaccer" or anything, are you?

♪ Up above ♪ No, sir.

Whoo! Git! Whoo! Whoo!

♪ And be a simple kind of man ♪

♪ Oh, be something ♪

♪ You love and understand ♪ Fun, ain't it, Cap?

Pretty damn great.

♪ Be a simple kind of man ♪

We'll pull up right here.

Whoa. Good boy.

Wow, something else.

Hey, you feel that?

Your heart rate starts going. You got the wind in your face.

And there ain't room to think about anything else except for what you're feeling right now.

Yeah.

My Uncle Cash likes to say that the secret to life isn't thinking less of yourself but thinking of yourself less.

Uncle Cash sounds like he knows what he's talking about.

He's a salty old drunk with cirrhosis, but the point is, you got to hold on to what matters in life.

It don't matter if you lose your hair.

Yeah.

You gotta do what you gotta do to stay alive, and if it comes to it, it's Texas.

Now we know you look good in a cowboy hat.

You should keep it.


Hey. Hi.

Ah, it's like that, huh?

You don't like it a little rough?

Oh, oh, just take a breath, tiger.

What? You're the one that called me to come over.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

I-I did.


I know it looks like a lot of work.

Don't worry. It wasn't.

None for me, thanks.

Sorry, should've asked.

The food will be ready soon.

Now, the guy at the market told me that this red snapper was fresh, so...

Damn, you don't like fish.

This feels like a-- like a whole thing.

A whole thing?

-You mean dinner? -No.

It's just, I thought that we were clear about everything.

I'm not looking for--for this.

Well...I'm sorry, but I don't do this a lot.

Clearly.

I don't think it's a big ask to have an actual conversation before we hook up.

Well, it's a little late for that, don't you think?

Look, I just got out of a relationship.

I'm not looking to jump into another--

It's a meal, not a marriage proposal, TK.

What, did I just step into something or...

Wait, are--are you-- are you serious right now?

Dude, you invited me over here after midnight.

What do you want me to say?

Yeah... after both our shifts.


Why are you being so crazy?

I...


I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.

You ready?

Hell no.

Okay.


Come on.


One.

Dispatch, this place is going up like a tinderbox.

Two.

Harkes, we need more pressure.

Y'all hold on tight!

Three.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Four.

Come in, 126. Do you copy?

126, fall back!

Four.

126, fall back!

Five.

Ah.

How do you feel?

Uh...

I feel like the tiniest weight in the world just got lifted off my chest.

But that's it, you know?

That's all.

Oh, man.

Judd Ryder, do you have any idea how proud I am of you?

No.

♪ You can have the sound of 1,000 voices ♪

♪ Calling your name ♪

♪ You can have the light of the world blind you ♪

♪ Bathe you in grace ♪

♪ But I don't see so easily what you hold in your hands ♪

♪ 'Cause castles crumble, kingdoms fall ♪

♪ And turn into sand ♪

♪ You can be an angel of mercy ♪

♪ Or give in to hate ♪

♪ You can try to fight it just like ♪

♪ Every other careless mistake ♪

♪ How do you justify? ♪

♪ I'm mystified by the ways of your heart ♪

♪ With a million lies, the truth will rise ♪

♪ To tear you apart ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ No one gets out alive ♪

♪ Every day is do or die ♪

♪ The one thing you leave behind ♪ This is so dumb.

♪ Is how did you love? How did you love? ♪ Why do I get the feeling you're somewhere laughing at me, you jerk?

♪ But while you're on your knees ♪ I miss you so much.

♪ How did you love? How did you love? ♪


Oh, screw it.


♪ This ain't no cross to bury ♪

♪ We are the judge and jury ♪

♪ We are the judge and jury ♪

♪ No one gets out alive ♪

♪ Every day is do or die ♪

♪ The one thing you leave behind ♪

♪ Is how did you love? How did you love? ♪

♪ It's not what you believe ♪

♪ Those prayers will make you bleed ♪

♪ But while you're on your knees ♪

♪ How did you love? How did you love? ♪

♪ This ain't no cross to bury ♪

♪ We are the judge and jury ♪

♪ This ain't no cross to bury ♪

♪ We are the judge and jury ♪

♪ How did you love? How did you love? ♪


Yee-haw!