Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 3, Episode 3 - Moving Out - full transcript

Previously in "Army Wives"?

- Internal revenue service?
- Your bar owes the government money.

What is the damage?

$26,352.13.

I really need that money,

or I'm gonna lose my bar.

I'm sorry.

- Viola Crawford.
- Roxy Leblanc.

You did me a favor,
and now I'm gonna do you one.

I love this place!

My cousin's establishment,



and the shrimps are
courtesy of my brother.

I have a plan on how
I can save the bar.

Where are you going
to get the money?

You come by in a few days,
and you'll see.

- Roland, what about you?
- I'm sorry. What?

What surprised you
most about army life?

I'm distracting everybody,
so I'm just gonna go.

I was a psychiatrist.

I wrote books, damn it.

I had a career.

We all gave up a lot
when we chose this life.

Things have changed, Michael.

Being apart might be the only
way to keep the family together.

- Okay.
- Permission to lead the task force?



Granted, but watch
yourself, Frank.

We're told that the unit is cut off,
pinned down

and in fierce fighting.

Oh, my god. Frank.

You've all heard about Frank
and his unit being in trouble.

Denise is worried sick.

She should have thought of that before
she started sleeping around on him.

- He's okay.
- Oh, thank god.

Hello?

Hey, D.

Frank.

Look, I don't have much time.

Well, are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm-- I'm fine.

But... But I've been hearing things,
D., things that I just can't believe.

I am sorry, Frank. I don't--
I don't know what to say.

So it's true?

The last thing I ever wanted
was to hurt you, believe me.

I just need to know one thing--

Do you love him?

No, Frank...

And it's over.

I don't know what
I was thinking.

All I do know is
that I love you

and that I want us
to be together.

Just tell me what I can do to make
it right again, and I'll do it.

Please, Frank,
can you forgive me?

You know, we have walked
a long road together, D.,

and I am not about
to fall out now.

Frank, you don't know how happy
I am to hear you say that.

Look, I gotta go.

- We'll talk... when?
- Frank, you still there?

- Frank?
- I miss you.

Frank.

~ Willow's Team ~

Really? All day?

No, no, no. Nothing urgent.

Michael didn't mention he'd be
in closed-door meetings today.

Yes. Yes. Ask him
to please call home when he can.

Thank you. Bye.

This place is a death trap.

Well, good morning to you, too.

I almost tripped on
a box coming in here.

Well, we will be
out of boxes soon.

That's what you said last week.

I'm going out with the
rental agent again today.

A condo just came on the market
she thinks will be good for us.

Whatever.

I'm not eating that.

What?

Bacon?

You love bacon.

Yeah. That was before I found out
that 97% of this country's pigs

are raised in factory farms,

where they're drugged and forced
to live in their own feces.

Oh, well,
thank you for that lovely image.

Well, it's true.

Where do you stand on chicken parmesan?
We're having that for dinner.

I think what we just did
is illegal in most states.

What's with the "wham,
bam, thank you, Roxy"?

I gotta move.

Today's the convoy
live-fire exercise.

I thought we just did a
convoy live-fire exercise.

This is a big deal, Rox.

The captain let me plan
the whole day at the range.

Can't you just be
a little late?

Are you trying to kill me?

No.

I gotta get there first.
I'm team leader.

I gotta work harder
than my men.

So I take it you're not
coming to my tag sale.

- Tag sale?
- Yes. I told you, at Betty's.

I'm selling off a bunch of
stuff to pay back the I.R.S.

Oh, right.
That $8,000 down payment.

It's not too late to cut and run.

Babe, you know that
ain't my style.

And I'd kinda like my husband
to be there for moral support.

I'm sorry, babe,
but duty calls.

Don't be mad.

Well, can I at least
be disappointed?

Yes.

Rox, you know you're
gonna kick butt.

Besides, this is a really
big chance for me.

If my team performs well...

this could put me
on the fast track.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Give 'em hell.

And don't use up
all the hot water.

I'm not.

Hot! Hot!

- I hate you!
- I hate you more!

- I hate you most!
- I hate you infinity!

What is going on in here?

She won't stay on
her side of the room.

He keeps touching my stuff.

- I'm not touching it.
- Quit it!

Lucas, cut it out.

Would one of you
care to explain this mess?

- I don't wanna share anymore.
- Me either. It's my room!

- No, it's not! It's my room!
- It's mine. Mine, mine, mine.

Enough. I got it.

You want your own rooms.

We're on the army's list for a bigger
house, but until that happens,

you both just have
to deal. Okay?

Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Good. Now let's
clean this stuff up.

Hey. What the hell
is this line?

25 cents.
Mommy said a bad word.

- Who did this?
- She did it.

- Katie.
- I had to.

It's like a magic fence.

That is permanent marker.
This is never gonna come out.

Okay, first thing,
no TV and you gotta stay in this room.

That's not fair.
It's my room, too.

- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.

There you go, sweetie.

Look, daddy's home.

Hey. How are my girls?

Well, your beautiful daughter
slept through the night,

so both she and your wife
are feeling pretty good.

Lucky you.

You know what?

You haven't been yourself lately.
What's going on?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

It doesn't seem like nothing.

Honey, are you starting to push me
away because of my deployment?

No.

I love you, Joan, but there's only
room for one shrink in the family.

It has nothing to do
with your deployment.

It's not always about you,
you know.

Fair enough.

I'm sorry.

I'm just really beat.

These overnight shifts
are kicking my butt,

and I have to go back to the hospital
today to check on a patient.

Why?

Because you married
a responsible man.

Yes, I did.

A very handsome one at that.

Yeah, yeah.

Tell me you're still coming back early
today so I can squeeze in some shut-eye.

Oh, woman,
you gotta be kidding me.

Sorry.

There's been a
change in schedule.

- What I can say? It's the army.
- The army. Right.

I'll handle it.

I love you.

You better.

See you.

Oh, shoot!

Sherwood residence.

Hi, Roland.

Sure. I'd-- I'd love
to watch Sara Elizabeth.

Yeah, it's no problem at all.

Come anytime. I'm-- I'm here.

Okay. See you.

Outstanding work, Major.

I had an outstanding team, sir.

I agree. I'm putting you and
your men in for a commendation.

- Well, thank you, sir.
- And I'm sending you home.

Pardon me, sir?

T.D.Y. upcoming war
games at Fort Marshall.

With respect, sir,
I think I could better serve here.

I'm sure you do, but this is
top priority for the division.

You'll be an observer controller
for the mission rehearsal exercise.

And it'll give you time to take care

of whatever personal issues
you may have at home.

Sir, I don't know
what you've heard, but I--

There are no secrets in the army,
Frank. You know that.

You orders have
already been cut.

I want to hear all about that
exercise when you get back.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Have you talked with your wife
since your return to camp?

No. No, I haven't.

I'd give her a call
if I were you.

Is that an order, sir?

It's a suggestion, Frank.

How can we help today?

I'd like to see where my
family is on the housing list.

We've been waiting for a 3-bedroom
for, like, a year.

My husband's an E-7, so that makes
us eligible for senior N.C.O. housing.

Okeydokey. You said
"Moran." That's M-O-R-A-N?

That's right. And last time I checked,
we were number eight on the list.

Here we are-- Moran.

Your position has moved.

You're number 12 now.

12? That's impossible.

No, here it is. It's 12.

But it's going the wrong direction.
How can that be?

More senior N.C.O.s and
key and essential personnel

have moved to the post
in the last six months.

Okay. That's not fair.

I have a 10-year-old daughter
and an 8-year-old son.

If they don't get
their own bedrooms soon,

they are not gonna live to
see their next birthdays.

I'm kidding. Kind of.

I wish there's more I can do,
but we strive to accommodate everyone.

You're not
striving hard enough.

I'm sorry you feel that way,
but that's the system.

The system sucks.

Mrs. Moran, I'm gonna have to ask
you to please control yourself.

Um, you know what?
I'm gonna need to speak to a supervisor.

That would be Mrs. Frasier.
She's not here at the moment,

but would you like
to leave a message?

Yeah. Bite me.

- Hey. Come on in.
- Thanks.

And thanks again for
watching Sara Elizabeth.

My pleasure.

Us girls are gonna have lots of fun,
aren't we?

Roxy's tag sale. You gonna go?

I don't think so.
I have a lot of things to do, and...

Well, just tell Roxy I hope
the sale's a big success.

Yeah.

Wow. Someone's been busy.

- Yeah, nervous energy.
- It looks fantastic.

Thanks. You gonna
stay for coffee?

'Cause I have some
pastries from Vaccaro's.

It's tempting,
but I gotta get to the hospital.

- Right. Your patient.
- Yeah.

Hey, I meant to tell you,

I'm glad to hear Frank's okay.

- Yeah, me, too.
- How does he sound?

Um, he hasn't called.

Well, I'm sure he will soon.

Yeah.

Bye, baby girl.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- And thanks again.
- Sure.

Hey, sweet pea.
I don't know about you,

but I could go for a big,
gooey pastry right about now.

Okay?

Hello. I'm Dr. Burton.

I'm the psychiatrist who admitted
private Hunter last night.

My Leshawn isn't crazy.

Are you his mother?

No one's saying that Leshawn is crazy,
Mrs. Hunter,

but when your son came in last night,
his behavior was erratic.

Did you order a tox screen?

- Of course.
- And?

No drugs or alcohol were
found in his system.

That's because he doesn't
mess with those things.

Are these restraints
really necessary?

I'm afraid so.

Leshawn became increasingly combative,
took a swing at a nurse,

so he's been restrained temporarily
to protect hospital personnel

and himself.

What's wrong with
my son, doctor?

We're not sure, Mrs. Hunter.

But we're gonna do all
that we can to help.

No, you won't.

You'll do as little as you
have to to cover your ass.

Excuse me?

You'll throw some pills his way,
then broom him

- before the ink dries on his chart.
- That's not true.

I assure you, Mrs. Hunter,
Mr. Hunter, every effort--

I'm not the boy's father.
I'm his therapist.

Terrence Price.

I'm a psychologist.

Perhaps we should talk outside.

I don't know what kind of
psychologist you are, Price,

but you have no right
to make baseless accusations

- about how I treat my patients.
- Leshawn is my patient, too.

And Mrs. Hunter knows I only
want the best for her son.

Why is Leshawn seeing you

when the military provides
mental health services for free?

Come on, Dr. Burton.

Even you must know that there's
still a stigma attached to soldiers

who reach out for help.

My counseling center specializes in
wartime trauma, and unlike the military,

I don't have a vested interest

in denying the psychological
effects of combat.

Okay, one, I'm not military.

Two, the army does an excellent job in
treating emotional and mental distress.

Right. We can
argue another time.

Now I think Leshawn is suffering
from traumatic brain injury.

He needs an M.R.I.,
and no one here is listening to me.

- I don't believe that.
- Then check it out.

The army wants to
discharge Leshawn on a 513.

That way they can stop giving medical
care and stop being responsible

for what happened
to him in theater.

I have never seen the army
knowingly mistreat a patient.

Then you're not
looking hard enough.

Look... if I'm right,

there's a time bomb going
off inside of his head.

An untreated T.B.I.
could kill him, and you know it.

Terrence,
is everything all right?

Is Leshawn gonna get that test?

Not from Dr. Burton.

He's just another
cog in the machine.

Engage the target!
Contact right.

All right, cease fire!
Cease fire!

Clear your weapons!

Weapon clear?

Badger two,
this is badger five. Over.

Badger two,
this is badger five.

- Specialist, is your weapon clear?
- Roger, Corporal.

Badger two, do you read me?
Come in.

Badger five,
this is badger two. Over.

Roger, sergeant,
the men performed exceptionally.

Roger that. We're coming in.

Badger two, out.

All right, boys,
let's move out.

Stand clear.
Gold unit, you're op-to mark is five.

Well done, ladies.
First beer's on me.

- Let's unload.
- What about the second round?

That's on you, Wyler.

What was that?

- Who fired that shot?
- I did, sir.

It was an accident, sir.

Is your weapon clear, soldier?

Who's your team leader, son?

- $900 more, boys.
- Yes!

This is fantastic.

I don't wanna jinx it,
but I feel it in my bones.

We are making a boatload
of money today.

Hey. Quit your yakkin',
would ya?

Sorry. I'm just giddy
as a catbird in clover.

Excuse me, ma'am?
How much for your cappuccino machine?

Uh, tag says $1,100.

My wallet says... $800.

Well, sir, what your wallet
may be failing to appreciate

is that this here
is the class a-6.

It is a deluxe model,

quicker than a jackrabbit
and cleans up easier after.

- $850.
- $900.

Do you take plastic?

Plastic, cardboard,
anything that pays.

Wow, jeez, Roxy.
You're a tough negotiator.

yep. Every dollar counts.

- You made it.
- I almost didn't.

The parking lot's jammed.

It better be like that when I open
the new and improved Hump Bar.

No more Betty's?

Betty's is a little too fancy
for what I've got in mind.

Besides, Betty hated the name.

So what do you have in mind?

A good ol',
kick-ass honky-tonk with dollar beer

and boiled peanuts and shrimp
like your mamies used to make.

Well, not your mama.

Roxy was getting too civilized.

- What do you think?
- I think...

it sounds more like
the Roxy we all know and love.

- Low-rent?
- Exactly. Low-rent, sleazy...

I was thinking more "colorful."

Thank you.

The truth is, I got no choice.

I can't afford to run things
the way they've been.

Well, I think it's
gonna be great.

I have some news.
Finally found a condo.

- All right!
- Great.

Well, there's no way all our
furniture's going to fit, but it'll do.

Good.

- Did Roland make it?
- He's at the hospital.

Ah, what about Denise?

Okay... The 800-pound gorilla
just walked in the room.

Has anybody talked to Denise?

Not me. I sent her a flyer.

The last time I saw her was when I
gave her the good news about Frank.

But, uh,
things between us are still...

Weird?

Honestly, I don't even
know what to say to her.

Hey! How much are these?

Excuse me, ladies.
I smell a sale.

Go.

Oh, uh, speaking of housing...

I could use a favor.

Name it.

Is Mr. Bertram available,
please?

I'm sorry.
He retired about a month ago.

Really?

Is the new director in?

Sorry. She's out all day.
May I take a message?

Yes, I'd appreciate it.

And you are?

Claudia Joy Holden,
General Holden's wife.

I'm sorry. I just started here.

Isn't General Rutledge
the commanding general?

Yes, he is.
He replaced my husband, General Holden,

who's now at N.A.T.O.
over in Brussels.

I'm sorry. If this is about
housing in Brussels--

No, no, sweetheart.
I'm here to help a friend.

- A friend?
- Yes.

I think she was in this morning.
Pamela Moran.

Oh, yes. Mrs. Moran.
I remember.

Hey. Any luck?

My contact retired a month ago.

Honestly, I don't know how
much good I did in there.

That's okay.

Oh, I feel terrible, Pamela.
I do.

No, are you kidding?
I appreciate your trying.

Besides, I never wanted to be
a wive who pulls rank.

I'll reach out to the new director,
see what I can do.

No, it's fine. Really.

Hey, how's Emmalin doing?

Emmalin.

You know, not great.

Roland seems to think she
has unresolved grief issues.

I want to get her some counseling,
but she is just acting out so much,

I can't even--
I can't even mention it.

How are you doing?

A little tired.

I never sleep well
when Michael's away.

I get that.

Chase snores like a foghorn,
and still,

I sleep so much better
when he's next to me.

I was really looking forward
to being with Michael in Brussels.

You know,
visiting Paris and London and...

I wish I had some
advice to offer.

We'll get through it.

The thermometer exploded.

What?

We made so much money,
we ran out of paper.

See? Anything's possible
if you put your mind to it.

Does this mean we
can get pizza now?

No. Just about every dollar we
made today has to go to uncle Sam.

We don't have an uncle Sam.

Oh, yes, you do.

Everyone has an uncle Sam.

You dressed up as him at the
4th of july picnic. Remember?

Oh, yeah.

So do I get the money?

No. But I will tell you what.

Daddy had a really big day today,
too, so we're gonna put together

a super special
surprise meal for him.

Can we have ice
cream for dessert?

I think we have just enough
for ice cream for dessert.

- Strawberry!
- Chocolate chip!

What the hell were you
thinking, corporal?

Failure to clear that soldier's rifle
constitutes a critical breakdown

- in leadership. Wouldn't you agree?
- Yes, sir.

Some officers in my position
would take you down a pay grade.

Instead, a letter of reprimand
will be placed in your file,

and you'll pull extra duty.

As team leader, you will be required to
do remedial traing, as will your men.

To make sure that you are never again
responsible for a negligent discharge,

every saturday,
until otherwise notified,

you will report in full gear and
inspect each and every soldier's rifle

as they come off
the live-fire range.

Yes, sir.

That's it. Dismissed.

Don't you think you're
being overly punitive?

Corporal Leblanc is a silver
star recipient, a war hero.

I took that into consideration.

Honestly, I think
Leblanc got off lucky.

He should have
lost his stripes.

Well, this isn't about Leblanc,
and you know it.

It's not?

You're trying to get to me by
punishing one of the divisions

most promising team leaders,
all because he used to work for me.

Why would I want to do that?

That would be petty and unfair.

Exactly.

Colonel Burton,
if you disagree with my actions,

you're free to go to
general Rutledge.

Or if you'd like,
I can bring it up to him myself.

I'll be seeing the
general tonight at poker.

That won't be necessary.

Private Hunter was injured by an R.P.G.
that hit his humvee.

Since then, there's been a
pattern of altered behavior--

anger, hostility, depression.

- Were S.S.R.I.s prescribed?
- Yes.

Several antidepressants
have been tried.

He's refusing to
take them anymore.

There's your problem, Dr. Burton.
He's not med compliant.

I think it might be more
complicated than that, sir.

Today I conferred with a psychologist--
Dr. Terrence Price.

That rabble-rouser? Don't tell me
Price has gotten his claws in you.

Excuse me?

He's a publicity hound,
only out for himself.

That may be,
but in this case,

I think private Hunter might
have fallen through the cracks.

Price believes that private Hunter
needs an M.R.I. to rule out

traumatic brain injury,
and I agree.

Several doctors at Mercer have
already examined the patient.

Yes, but as you know, T.B.I.
symptoms often don't manifest

- for weeks after the initial episode.
- Is that what Price told you?

I don't like the guy any more than
you do, but this isn't about Price.

It's about giving private Hunter the
best care that the army can provide.

Fine, but you should know the
hospital's down to one M.R.I. machine.

There's a backlog
around the block.

Private Hunter could
be processed out soon.

Put him on the list.
Good day, Dr. Burton.

Hi. Remember me?

Oh, yes, miss...

Moran. M-O-R-A-N?

I'm back to speak
to your supervisor.

I'm afraid that she's
gone for the day.

Does she ever work?

I would love to stay and help,
but I have gotta get home to my family.

Yeah, well, I bet you don't live
in a crappy cracker box house

with your husband and two kids.

Excuse me.
I couldn't help overhearing.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
It's a profanity-free zone.

- Don't call the M.P.s. I'm leaving.
- You're Pamela Moran, aren't you?

From the radio?

Yeah.

I'd know that voice anywhere.

Why'd they take
you off the air?

Long story, short version?
I got a big mouth.

Well, that big mouth
changed my life.

Excuse me?

You had a caller who was thinking
about leaving her husband.

At the time,
I was thinking about the same thing.

Things were...

bad at home,

and then I found
out I was pregnant.

I get that.

I was new to post,
didn't have any friends,

just you on the radio.

So that day, I was in my car,

ready to drive away from here

and just keep going.

Then you told that caller
to reach deep down inside

and find her strength.

You said,
"worse than giving up..."

"Is never trying at all."

If it wasn't for you...

This is Lily.

She's adorable.

I'm really touched.

I always wanted to find
a way to thank you,

tell you how much
that day meant to me.

Oh, you're very sweet, but--

It seems like you're having
a bit of a problem here.

Maybe I could help.

Dr. Burton,
what brings you to the land of reality?

Subdural hematoma with
significant mass effect.

So I was right.

Leshawn has a T.B.I.

He's in the O.R. now.
Early prognosis is good.

I explained the situation to my
chief of staff, Dr. Ashland--

Ashland? That S.O.B.?

Yeah, he had some choice
words for you, too,

but he did give the
okay for the M.R.I.

How'd you get this
done so quickly?

Ashland told me to put
Leshawn on the list.

He didn't tell me
where on the list.

Hey, I just want to say,
I appreciate it.

I didn't do this
for you, Price.

I did it for my patient.

Another meeting?

Does Michael know
I called earlier?

No, no, no. That's okay. I just
wanted to hear his voice. That's all.

Yes, thank you. Okay.

Bye.

So how do you like
your new room?

You mean the closet.
Um, it's really small.

It's only a foot smaller
than the room at home.

I measured.

I don't think my
stuff will fit.

Maybe it's time to get
rid of a few things.

Just a thought.

Do we really have to live here?

It smells like old
people in the hall.

It does not. There are
plenty of young families here.

You haven't even seen the
pool or the exercise room.

You can have your friends over,
like Heather.

Heather and I
don't hang anymore.

Since when? I thought she
was your best friend, B.F.F.

- Uh, was.
- What happened?

You two have a fight?

Things change. That's all.

You know,
like you and Mrs. Sherwood?

I bet there's asbestos in here.

Once we get everything moved in
and we're out of boxes,

you'll feel right at home.

Whatever.

Come on.

What do you think? Really.

Really?

I think...

it sucks.

- Look, mom.
- Wait till daddy sees.

I am so proud of you both,
I could just about bust.

- Daddy!
- Daddy! Daddy!

- Quick! Come look!
- We did it, dad.

- We raised all the money.
- Really? That's... That's great.

Were you a hero today, dad?

Did you kick butt?

Not exactly.

Boys, let's let daddy
relax before dinner, okay?

Is dad okay?

He's fine.
Just-- long day is all.

I'll be right back.

Babe?

I blew it.

I screwed up big-time.

How big is big?

Negligent discharge.

English, please?

A rifle went off when it wasn't
supposed to. Nobody was hurt, but...

It's my job to make sure something
like that doesn't happen.

Well, if nobody was hurt--

I failed.

This was my big opportunity,
and I failed.

I'm sorry.

I know this was
important to you.

But you'll get another chance, right?
Like a do over?

No.

Look, I know you're not much
in the mood for celebrating,

but we made a special supper.

Maybe eating somethin'
will make you feel better.

I don't wanna
disappoint the boys

or you.

So just...
just give me a second, okay?

Okay.

Hi, Colonel.

The baby asleep?

Went down ten minutes ago.

- I needed that.
- Rough day?

Have I mentioned how much
I despise Evan Connor?

Only twice a day, every day.

Honey, I fear for Fort Marshall,
having someone like Evan

helping to run things.

Anyway, don't mind me,
I'm just blowing off steam.

How was your day?

Some guy called me
a "cog in the machine."

What?

This psychologist,
kind of a hothead,

he accused me of
being a bureaucrat.

You?

Maybe he's got a point.

Well, I don't know where this
is coming from, Dr. Burton,

but the brilliant man I married

has always been his own person,

which is just one of the
reasons why I love you.

- Will you say that again?
- I love you.

Unh-unh, it's the-- the part
about being a brilliant man.

Brilliant man.

- It's your turn to set the table!
- No, it's not!

- Yes, it is!
- No, it's not!

Hey, knock it off.

- Stop it.
- Moran residence.

Yeah, this is Pamela.

Oh, Nicole. Hi.

Yeah, it was nice to meet you,
uh, too.

Katie, Lucas.

Sorry about that.
Um, you were saying?

You're kidding.

Already?

No, no, no. That's great.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, I'll come down first
thing in the morning.

Okay.

All right. Bye.

What is it, mommy?

Only the best news ever.

We're getting a pony?

- No.
- Daddy's coming home?

No, but that would be better.
Still, this is right up there.

We're getting a new house, and you
guys are gonna have your own rooms.

- Yes!
- Yay!

- But my room's gonna be bigger.
- No, mine.

- Mine is.
- My room's gonna be bigger than yours.

I call it now-- bigger room.

- Hello?
- Hey.

Frank. Are you okay?
Are you hurt?

No. No, I'm fine.

Good. I-I heard you were all right,
but since then, I--

I don't have much time. I'm just calling
to let you know that I'm coming home.

Really? When?

Tuesday. It seems I'm need

- for war games.
- Well, that's great.

And to take care of my
domestic situation.

Frank, just let me explain.

Look, my flight
comes in at 1430.

Tuesday, 1430. I will be there.

No. No,
I don't want you to meet me.

It's no problem, Frank.
I'm-- I can pick you up.

I'll have transport.

Look, we'll talk about this
when I get home, all right?

I gotta go, Denise. Good-bye.

Bye.

Emmalin, it's time
to turn that off!

Emmalin, I said
turn it off now!

~ Willow's Team ~