Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 1, Episode 2 - After Birth - full transcript

Previously on Army Wives...

I know I only met you four days ago,
but I think you're my soul mate.

Roxy, will you marry me?

You spread a rumor.

My husband lost his promotion to yours
because of it.

Sweetheart, you've made a mistake.

I've known Trevor, my husband,
for all of 17 days now.

- I'm so glad you came, Lenore.
- Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

Not after all
I've been learning about you.

I chose West Point
because he didn't go there.

I wanted to do one thing by myself.
But, no.



Jeremy.

I'm a lieutenant colonel.

I have over 400 men in my command.

What I did over there.
If you knew, you wouldn't love me.

I don't care what you did.

- Your water broke, baby.
- This is not how I imagined this day.

They're not mine. I'm a surrogate.
Please don't tell anyone.

We all have our secrets.

Oh, no. I...

Yeah. Okay. Okay.

- The Harpers are out of town.
What?

What am I going to do?
I can't bring them to my house.

You can't stay here.
They won't let three healthy bodies

take up space in the ER.



It's okay.

She's protecting her husband, Michael.

Where are the real parents?

In Mexico. The last vacation
before parenthood,

only to have parenthood come
four weeks early.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

This doesn't make any sense.
Being a surrogate is an...

- It's an honorable thing to do.
- And that's why we're helping her.

By hiding them here

and not telling the truth?
I just don't like this, Claudia Joy.

It's only for a day.

Twins like to be nice and close.

How are you going to explain
these babies just disappearing?

We're going to say they died.

Splash!

Hey.
- Hi.

- Hi!
- We're playing subs.

Chief, you got the con.

Aye, Captain. I have the con.

- So, how's your friend?
- She's fine.

- I'm sorry it took so long.
- Incoming! Incoming! Splash!

- Five hundred yards until impact!
- Release counter-measures.

- You're so good with them.
- Of course.

Baby, I'm in this for the long haul.

Listen. I was wondering
how would you feel about

the boys taking on my last name.

Now, they don't know their fathers,

and I was thinking maybe I could adopt
them if that was okay with you.

- Yeah! Yes!
- Yeah?

Because now all we need is their
biological fathers to sign off on it.

- Okay. Finn's dad is going to be easy.
- Yeah.

But, T.J.'s dad...

Trevor, I don't know.

- He's all kinds of unacceptable.
- Hey. You don't worry about him.

- I'll take care of it. Okay?
- Okay.

Now do you have their numbers?
'Cause I kind of want to do it tonight.

Tonight? Why? What's the rush?

It's not like you're going anywhere...

Um...

No.

- Rox.
- We just got married.

Where?

Iraq.

I know. It's okay.

We're having a hard time here, D.

But it's okay. It's okay. I have you.
I have Jeremy.

Hey, you know I'm not just
Major Frank Sherwood around here.

You know, I'm Major Frank Sherwood
whose son is going to West Point.

- When are you coming home?
- I don't know yet, D. I don't know.

But, hey, I got to go now, all right?
My time is up. I love you so much, D.

- I love you.
- Take care, baby.

- You, too.
Whose dress is this?

You wore that when we baptized you.

- I wore a dress?
- I promise not to tell.

I'm taking those to a friend's house
who just had a baby.

I'm going to stay there tonight.
Help her with the night feedings.

But I'll be back before breakfast.

Mom?

Hmm?

I'm not going to West Point.

What? Of course
you're going to West Point.

I can't. I don't want to.

Oh, Jeremy.
We've spent the last two long years

getting you in.
I thought that's what you wanted.

It's what Dad wanted.
It's his dream, not mine.

Jeremy, getting into West Point

is one of the highest honors
anyone can achieve.

You know, your father couldn't even
get in, but you surpassed him.

- And you've made him so proud.
- I know, Mom. But please,

- just listen to me.
- Honey.

You chose this life, Dad chose this life.
But not me.

People ask me where I'm from.
I can't say Boston or Chicago.

All I can say is Army. I'm from the Army
and I don't even want to be here.

I can talk to your father.

But maybe you would consider going
just for the education.

No. I knew it.
I knew you wouldn't understand.

- Forget about the military.
- I knew it.

Honey, it's the best education
in America.

- No, I knew you would not understand.
- I do understand. Sweet...

- Chase, we need to talk.
- You have no idea

how those four words
strike fear in a man.

Chase.

What is it?

Um...

I was wondering if you would go
screw yourself.

I mean, if you got time.

- You're not pregnant.
- No.

- I'm not pregnant.
- What happened?

Baby, what happened?

I went into labor at
Claudia Joy Holden's tea party.

- What did you do?
- I improvised.

- I gave birth on a pool table.
- Come on. Come on. Be serious.

Be serious now.
Do people know about the surrogacy?

- Pamela?
- Yeah, it's kind of hard to drive

while you're crowning, so people know.

Pamela.

Oh, God. What were you thinking?

- I was thinking I'd like an epidural.
- Where are the babies?

- Where are the babies?
- They're at the Holdens'.

Colonel Holden is the
number three guy around here.

All he has to do is say the word
and we are out of Delta Force, Pamela.

Pamela! You really screwed up here.
You really put us in a bad spot.

- You know what?
- You really...

I am fine! Thank you for asking.

- I'm a little sore. No, I'm a lot sore.
- All right.

Kind of like I've been ripped apart
because I have. But I am fine.

Thank you for asking.

Oh, damn it.

Joan?

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

Where've you been?

I had an emergency patient.

- You changed the furniture.
- Yeah.

- Like it?
- It's different.

No, it's actually the same.

It's the way it was the day I left.

Remember?

I even had to haul this furniture
up from the basement. See?

It was worth it.

Because that is the chair that
we made love in the day that I left.

- Remember?
- I do.

- Want to see if that chair still works?
- How much have you had to drink?

Baby, there's a woman on top of you.

Are you sure that is the question
you want to ask?

Hey, Tommy, wait up!

Morning.

Good morning.

The kids just left.

What happened to us, Chase?

- What do you mean?
- I mean, we used to be a team.

No matter what happened,
we always had each other's backs.

- And now all we do is fight.
- Maybe because

- It feels like nothing I ever do is right.
- Okay.

- You're not helping.
- Okay.

- What is it? What do you want?
- I want you to stop spending

- All the money that we're making.
- The game system was for the kids.

And the plasma TV and the new truck
and the Jacuzzi out in the backyard?

Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, you made your point.

But, Pamela, I work hard.

I should be able to
spend some of that money.

Not when we owe my father
fifteen grand

and we are maxed out
on our credit cards.

We'll cover it when we get
the final payment from the Harpers.

Chase, it's more than
just the spending. It's everything.

I feel like I'm doing this marriage alone.

At least nineteen
American, British and Iraqi troops killed

in action over the past two days
in the Iraqi war.

US military command in Baghdad
says four American soldiers died

in two roadside bomb attacks
in the Iraqi capital.

You are so gorgeous.

I think that's more than the half a cup
of crazy most folks are allowed.

South of Baghdad, the
crash of US military helicopters, nine...

- Something wrong?
- Sorry. I just have a lot to do.

Gunmen opened fire at a
checkpoint set up by Iraqi soldiers

near Mosul, killing ten Iraqi troops.
US officials also announced...

- What's this?
- Oh, I got up early and I went

to the PX to start on your
pre-deployment checklist.

- Oh, yeah?
- You know, this is a lot of paperwork.

Sorry, baby.
But these are the wrong color.

- You're Army, right? Army green.
- Yeah, but on deployment, the Marines,

they wear green. Army wears tan.

Well, I have some tan ones
in there as well.

Um.

- These aren't going to work either.
- Why?

Well, they're made out of
synthetic fabrics

and, just, command won't allow that.

- You know? Okay?
- Yes. I'll take them back.

He's right. Synthetics melt
and fuse onto burnt skin.

Making them burn twice as bad.
He hits an IED, his truck's in flames.

- A shirt like that could kill him.
- Oh.

I know it's a lot, Roxy,
but you got to harden yourself.

You got to keep it together
for your husband.

I'm trying. I guess I just thought
marrying a soldier would be romantic.

But instead, it's worrying about
whether he's coming back.

Well, he can't go to war
worrying about you.

He could die
from that kind of distraction.

Are you okay?

- Yeah. I'm fine.
- You know, you being out this morning

is five shades of stupid.
You should've been home.

I told you. I need to get out.
I have to get this done and over with

- so I can move on.
Pamela.

- Pamela.
- Oh, brother.

Excuse me, Pamela. Hi.

- Wow. So they arrived.
Boys? Girls?

- Boy and a girl?
- Oh, what did you name them?

Girls. Ladies.

- What are their names?
- I can't believe you're here.

I mean, remember I said,
"Is that Pamela?"

What are their names?

They're dead.

- What?
- They died.

Any more questions?

Wow.

It's okay. It's okay.

Mom, This is crying.

- How do you know that's This?
- That has a mole above his lip.

This and That aren't
the best names, you know.

This One and That One
became cumbersome.

Have you tried HALT?

Yep. He's not
hungry, angry, lonely or tired.

- Well, I'd say he's angry, hon.
- I thought they were leaving tonight?

They are. Emmalin, I know
it seems odd to keep this a secret,

but sometimes it's necessary when
we're protecting someone's family.

I know how it works around here, Mom.

- And it's worse than high school. Bye.
- Bye. Have fun at your game.

No making out with the drummers
under the bleachers.

I'm putting you on ignore.

Hey, little one. So sweet.

Hey. We're here.

When you look at them, it's hard
not to believe in something greater.

Okay, so, what do you want us to do?

Nothing, really. The formula's
already mixed, extra spit-up towels

are right there, the diapers are
over there and that should hold you

for the last three hours
before they go home.

- I've got my cell if you need me.
- Okay.

Okay.

You're bringing the sexy, by the way.

- Where are you going?
- FRG meeting.

FRG. Fort... No.

- That's all I got.
- Family readiness group.

- And what do they do?
- Well, the official answer is to

empower wives whose husbands
have been deployed...

Hello?

...to become more self-reliant.

But lately, with the war
and the influx of new widows,

we've been going to houses
and sweeping up after the pain.

That was the Harpers.
They can't get back to Charleston

until tomorrow night.

I can't believe this.

I came here to pick them up
and deliver them.

- Can they stay here?
- Sure.

Mom! Mrs. Baker's here!

What is Lenore Baker doing here?

I don't know.
The Brigadier General's wife

would like nothing better than
to sever my head and dip it in her tea.

- That's not very friendly.
- Okay. Okay.

I need to protect my husband here.

She cannot know
these babies are here.

Okay.

Shh.

Little one. Little one. Little one.

Pamela, you've got to keep them quiet.
Pamela.

Mom, the door!

And thank you for that
lovely introduction, dear.

- I'll just go on up to see her.
- Lenore. Hi. What a surprise.

Well, I just thought I'd drop off
these pamphlets for the FRG meeting.

- But... Do you have a baby upstairs?
- No. No. Of course not. My cat.

He's getting old.

Do something.

There's also the matter of that
poor girl from your tea party.

Pamela Moran, isn't it?
But I'm sure you've heard.

- Heard?
- She lost her twins.

It seems they were born premature
and died in childbirth.

Shall we?

Oh, my God.

This is too hard.

It's amazing
how when they're this small,

clean drawers, a little rocking and
a nipple can solve all their problems.

Works for most grown men I know, too.

You're just in time to play

the "What's the worst thing
that can happen?" game.

Deployment checklist.
Sorry to hear about Iraq, Roxy.

May I?

Here.

Disposition of bodily remains?

I don't even know his shoe size.

How the hell am I supposed to know
about a funeral?

You just ask.
And then you write it down.

Well, I got to go.
I got to pick up something called

a M40 filter.

Yeah, they're for gas masks.
I have extras.

- You can stop by my house tonight.
- Okay.

I'll see you all later.

- You really don't have to do this.
- I've given birth, too, remember?

Forget the flowers, the stuffed animals.
The greatest gift anyone ever gave me

was folding my laundry
and doing my dishes.

Please don't do my dishes,
Mrs. Holden.

- Claudia Joy, okay?
- Yeah.

Pamela, I know
I don't know you that well.

Or Roxy, for that matter.

I don't even know Roland that well,
except his wife served

with my husband.

But we were all there
when you gave birth.

- An experience we will never forget.
- Okay.

And those babies.

It's one thing to keep a secret.

It's another to ask us to lie.

I'm sorry. But please.
You can't say anything.

Okay.

But it's not just us I'm worried about.
It's you.

I saw how you distanced yourself
from those babies.

This lie will start eating at you
until you hate yourself.

I'll get it.

You have two kids that need you.
You can't afford that.

Oh, my God. It's Lenore Baker.

Don't worry.

- Hi.
- Oh. Oh!

- I didn't expect to see you here.
- Hi, Mommy. Are you proud of me?

What's surprising?
I'm here for the same reason you are.

Yes, I am.
Thank you for being so good.

Pamela. Hi!

I'm Lenore Baker.

- And this is Annette Barry.
- Hello, dear.

We're here from the FRG
to express our deepest sympathy

for your loss.

Thank you, Mrs. Baker.
And, Annette, thank you.

They brought a cake, too.
It's in the kitchen.

- Is it your birthday?
- No, stupid-o.

It's for the babies.
When are they coming home, Mommy?

Okay, it's not my birthday, sweetheart,
and we don't call our brother stupid-o,

- all right?
- Right.

Okay. I need you guys to go play
in your room for a bit, okay? Go. Go.

We haven't told them yet.

Oh, goodness.

Well, it only makes it harder
the longer you wait.

You know, we're quite skilled in
grief counseling at the FRG.

Would you like us to help you explain
everything to your children?

No. No, thank you.

I'm just waiting for my husband
to get home so that

we can tell them together.

Ladies, I hate to do this.

Would you mind
if I asked you to leave?

I'm just... I'm completely exhausted.

- Oh. Of course.
- Absolutely. Take care, dear.

Bye.

Thanks.

People are bringing me cake.

Ten-seventeen.

Dr. Hirsch, your quote recommending
my book means a lot to me.

The publishers are putting it
on the back cover.

Oh, you're welcome.
It was an honor to be asked.

So, nineteen-ten.

Looks like you're paying for lunch.

Roland, you've indulged me
long enough.

I am the world's worst
basketball player.

So, why am I really here?

Can we walk?

I got it. Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Joan's having a tough time.

But it could be a transitional thing,
you know.

Once she's settled, back into a routine.

Yeah, but look, Roland,
we're both doctors here.

We know that these symptoms point to
post-traumatic stress.

I know.

- I know. It's just...
- You don't want to admit it?

And we've treated several of these
cases since Desert Storm.

- It's a downward spiral.
- Yeah.

Look, you're her husband,
not her doctor.

You're the closest thing to her.
As your friend, I'm just warning you.

Just be careful.

Why'd you tell Dad about West Point?

- He's your father.
- I asked you not to tell him.

- How did you even know?
- Because he called me a half hour ago

and reamed me
about going to West Point.

Sweetheart, let's talk about this
tomorrow, okay?

Said I'm going. Period. End of story.

I've been helping a friend all day
and I'm tired right now. I've been...

You've been helping her, but you're not
going to help me, are you?

West Point is about honor
and discipline. Your father thinks...

- Who cares what my father thinks?
- Jeremy.

- I'm not him, okay?
- You're hurting me.

- I am not my father!
- We just want you to think about it.

- Stop telling me what to think!
- We just want what's best for you.

Shut up! Shut up!

- Jeremy!
- I don't want to do this! Don't make me!

Hey!

Get out of here! Get out of here!

Are you okay?

Who was that?

My son.

Meanwhile, 12
soldiers died in 3 separate incidents.

Four when their Humvee hit
a land mine just outside Baghdad.

Ow!

The remaining eight were killed in
a firefight

with insurgents just outside...

Hi.

Experience an
increase in violence in the last month.

And although the fourth of
fifth brigades is being deployed...

I was watching that.

Oh, baby, you don't need to watch that.

Yeah, I do. Because I don't know
nothing about this war.

- Damn it.
- You know you could've just used

- the iron-on ones.
- You said they peel off.

Most of these IEDs
are remotely detonated

using readily available devices like...

Can you just turn that off, please?

No, because I need to know
about where you're going.

Well, you know what?
I just don't want to hear it right now.

Sorry. I just can't have it.

- What's that?
- It's an Akula class nuclear submarine.

Well, your sub is spitting parts
all over our floor.

It's for Finn. I was hoping I could
build it and finish it before I leave.

So...

Do you think maybe you should meet
my mother before you go?

I thought you didn't get along
with your mother?

Well, I don't. But that doesn't mean
you shouldn't meet her.

- I mean, she is my mother.
- Roxy, why are you being like this?

- Like what?
- God, difficult.

It's like you're trying to
pick a fight with me.

You think I'm difficult?

Because this is who I am, Trevor.
Okay?

I mean, maybe you're realizing that

when we got married,
you didn't know me

from Adam's house cat.
And now that you do,

maybe you're realizing

that you made a really big mistake.

- Where's the...
- Plasma TV? I returned it.

Along with everything else.
And I paid my father back.

And you didn't think to ask me?

I thought about it and I did it anyway.
Don't look for the Jacuzzi.

- It's not there.
- Where is it?

I returned it.

- What, you can return a Jacuzzi?
- There are ways.

Don't worry.
You can keep your precious truck.

I'm not worried.

I've always heard it's the hardest job
you'll ever love.

I see why.

Makes you want one of your own, huh?

I do think about it from time to time.

How's Joan?

She's fine.

What we talk about
doesn't include my husband.

I'm concerned.

Has Michael ever had any problems
after a long deployment?

Of course he has. They all do.

It's the part no one really talks about.

On TV, you see the flags waving,
big reunions.

But it's later.

When it's just the two of you

and you're looking at
someone you love

and you realize years have gone by.

Years you'll never get back.

And during that time,
you've both grown, changed,

but not together.

Come on. Let's go.

Hit me like that again,
I'm going to deck you.

I don't know why I ever agreed to this.

Because you know, deep down,
that you need to kick some ass.

Let's go! Come on.
Let's see what you've got.

- Okay.
- Come on.

Ow!

- You almost hit me.
- Lf I wanted to hit you,

I would have hit you.
Keep your hands up!

Now that I've got your attention,
let's see what you've got.

Come on. Give it to me.
No. I need a snap.

You got to snap. Now come on.
Give it to me. Let's go. Come on. Go!

- Better! Yes!
- How come you're so good at this?

Because when my first husband hit me,
it broke my heart.

And I swore I'd never let anyone
hurt me like that again.

That's why I started to box.
I know what it feels like to lose

a part of yourself
when someone hits you.

Let's go! Hands up, up, up!
I don't want to see that anymore.

- Let's go!
- Okay, okay.

Give me everything you got,
baby doll, or you're going to be

looking at me from the floor.
Come on. Go.

Go. Anger.

Focus. Give it to me here.

Go! Harder! Come on!

They divorced last year.
I thought I told you.

You probably did. It's hard to
keep track of it all these days.

So, Joan. Two years in Afghanistan.

I'm curious. What was it like?

Come on.

No work drama, okay?
Just... It's date night.

- Right.
- Just...

Just pure sensuality.

And if you are finished with dinner,

how about a little caf? mocha dessert?

I was thinking maybe we could just talk
for a minute.

Okay. You want to talk, let's talk.

You're coming up on twenty years.

We talked about you retiring.
Moving upstate, starting a family.

We said we would talk about it,
not necessarily do it.

And that's what we're doing, Joan.
Talking.

They called for a troop surge.

- I could be sent back at any time.
- But if you're retired, then...

You want to go back, don't you?

Of course I want to go back.
I'm a soldier.

Now come on.

Okay, welcome back to
Go the Limit. Here is our returning

champion, Mary Ellen Cloreman
of Mackinaw, Illinois.

Mary Ellen, you are quite the player.

Oh, thank you.
I just love it.

Okay, are you ready to play
our vocal round?

Yes.

- Yes.
- Okay. Now, Mary Ellen,

so far you have earned
ninety-five-hundred dollars

playing today's game.

We can't keep putting this off.

I can't.

I cannot tell my kids

that those babies died.

I'll do it. I'll do it now.

Because if you can answer all
12 questions in under thirty seconds,

you'll be driving back to Mackinaw
in a...

- Who wants to go for a ride?
- I do, Daddy!

- I do!
- Come on. Hop up.

- Say good night to your mom.
Good night, Mommy.

My kids
are going to flip.

Okay. Okay, Mary Ellen.
Now, your category...

Hey, Rox?

Roxy?

Welcome to Morocco.

- Morocco?
- It's our honeymoon. Before you leave.

- And how did you do all this?
- Staple gun.

Those words have never got me so hot.

- Kids?
- Oh. Foreign country.

- No passports.
- Oh! Even hotter.

God.

- What did I do to deserve you?
- You loved me.

That's so easy to do.

- Even when I'm being difficult?
- I wouldn't know.

I've never seen you difficult.

You are getting it
from somewhere else.

I was gone for two years, Roland.
Two years.

Leaving you here all alone, on post,
with all those lonely wives.

I know men. I saw them cheat.

And then have them blame it
on the loneliness.

But I've never cheated on you, Roland!
I never cheated on you!

Joan. Joan. Joan, please stop it.
Stop it. Stop it.

Okay? I don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't know what happened to you
over there, but it's changed you.

And if you let it control you,
it's going to destroy our marriage.

Do you understand?
Do you understand?

I made some espresso.
I thought we could both use some.

Thanks.

I can't do this anymore.

- What do you mean?
- Last night.

I can't keep having those
kinds of scenes.

Okay. Yeah. No.

- We can fix it.
- No, you don't understand, Roland.

I don't think I can do this anymore
with you.

I need to be alone.

No. We've been alone
for two years now.

That is not the solution, Joan.

I can help you. Hey. I'm trying.

I will keep trying to find ways
to make you feel safe.

What do you want me to do?

I wake up in the middle of the night
sometimes and I reach for my rifle.

And it's not there. You are.

And I'm pissed. I'm pissed off.

Because my beautiful husband
is there in my bed next to me

instead of my M4.

I don't know how to change that.

Michael, they're leaving.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You okay?

Yeah.