Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 3 - Movement to Contact - full transcript

Previously on "Army Wives..."

Hey, everyone, this
is Tanya Gabriel,

Jeremy's fiancée.

Don't worry. You'll
get used to us.

Yeah, and you don't really
have a choice, so...

- You're being promoted, Joan.
- Thank you, sir.

- Garrison commander?
- In charge of Post infrastructure.

I've got a lot of people
watching my every move.

One hint of favoritism,

one sign of weakness,
my credibility is gone.

Ma'am, your son was caught
shoplifting an mp3 player



- from the P.X. this afternoon.
- What the hell is going on?

I don't know what's going
on with him either.

I suppose this has nothing
to do with the fact

that you had some guy sleep
over the other night.

It... it's an old friend.
Nothing happened.

- What old friend?
- Finn's dad. Whit.

I dropped my papers today. It'll
take a month or so to process,

but after that, I won't be
a Delta operator anymore.

Why didn't I just go for the
Atlanta job right away?

Because I'm still
in love with chase.

- Congratulations!
- Thank you, Professor Chandler.

- Graduation was nice.
- I had it down as next week.

Oh, Claudia Joy, I'm so sorry.

- I got a job offer today.
- Whatever you decide, I'll support.



Welcome to Chandler,
Arnoff & Drake.

Thank you, Professor.

Okay, okay, how about this one?

You show the room a tray full of
kitchen items for ten seconds,

and then everyone has to write
down as much as they can remember.

Oh, I played that at my
cousin's bridal shower.

I was really bad at it.

Okay, no memory games
at your shower.

What about the purse game?

No skill required for that one.

Well, I don't care
what game we play

as long as we don't play
that stupid safety pin game,

'cause there's always
somebody at the shower

- that takes it way too seriously.
- Whoa. Wait a minute.

I feel dumber than
a bag of hammers.

How do you guys know
all this stuff?

You didn't play any
games at your shower?

Um, shower?

We got hitched so fast, I didn't
even get a new dress out of it.

Really?

Yes. 17 days between "what
can I get for you, soldier?"

And "I, Roxy, take
thee, Trevor."

- Wow. And I thought we were fast.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, but, Roxy, you
must have at least

gone to a bridal shower
at some point, right?

Well, of course.

But back home, the only games
we played involved a keg.

I hate to leave you ladies,
but I should be going.

- Oh, so early?
- I have a long day tomorrow.

Don't you mean a big day?

Oh.

Surprise!

Aww.

Congratulations, Claudia
Joy, from all of us.

You guys!

What? Tomorrow's the first
day of a whole new chapter.

That's right. Claudia Joy
Holden, Attorney at Law.

Now you're forgetting, I still
have to pass the bar. - Aw.

- Please.
- Okay, open it.

Here I go...

Oh... It's beautiful!

And it's inscribed? Wow.

Well, you gotta look
the part, right?

I mean, folks are
always impressed

by people with fancy pens.
I know I am.

I hope that Professor knows
how lucky he is to have you.

Thank you.

What the hell was that?

I don't know, but it sounds like
it's coming from the hallway.

Aah! Oh!

Denise, be careful. Oh!

- Just... just turn it off.
- I-I'm trying!

- Is there a shut-off valve?
- It's stuck!

- Here!
- Oh, Denise, be careful!

Oh, my... Oh!

Oh, Denise.

Well, that was fun.

Yeah.

Do you want a towel?

What is that?

- What?
- I don't know.

Ah.

Not exactly the shower
you were looking for.

Um... No.

Oh, are you sure you don't mind?

Denise, you need to replace
the floor and the carpet.

This is the perfect house
for Tanya's shower.

- I'm happy to host.
- Ah, you're an angel.

You'd do the same for me.
I gotta run.

Oh, right. Good luck at work.
Let me know how it goes.

- I will. Bye.
- Bye.

Michael.

Just wanted to wish you
luck on your first day.

- Aw, thank you, honey.
- Did you get the flowers?

I did, and they're beautiful.

But you did not have to do that.

Yeah, yeah, I think I did.

Oh, you've already apologized
for forgetting my graduation.

So I'm out of the dog house?

Yes, unless you make
me late for work.

Ooh.

Sorry.

It's kinda early, isn't it?

I need to make a
good impression.

Right. Go.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am.
We'll be there.

Thanks for the reminder. Right.

We'll be where?

Westlake School.

Interview this afternoon.

Is that today?

You're kidding me, right?

Joan, we made this
appointment months ago.

I know. It's... it's
important to me, too.

It's just... I've just had a
lot of things on my mind.

1500, Westlake. How
did I miss this?

No harm, no foul.
Now put this here.

Um... I can't make it.

Excuse me?

I've got meetings all afternoon.

Okay.

Um... Sweetheart,
can't you reschedule?

This is our one
shot at getting in.

We said we wanted to be
there together, remember?

United front?

I'll have Sergeant Major
Devlin sort it out.

Thank you.

You hear that, baby?
Mommy's gonna be there.

Burton power, baby.

Good job. High-five.

Right on.

Mm.

Hi. I'm Claudia Joy Holden.

You're early.

A little, yeah.
It's my first day.

I know. Rose Eberhardt.

Nice to meet you, Rose.

Same here. Mr. Chandler
isn't here yet,

Mr. Arnoff is in Atlanta, and Mr.
Drake is in court today.

Okay. Um...

- Oh.
- Chandler, Arnoff & Drake.

Mr. Arnoff is out of town.

Would you like his voice mail?

Just one moment, please. Sorry.

No problem. Uh, maybe you
could show me my office?

Sure. There you go.

Oh. That's nice.

Afraid we don't have a
spare office right now.

We like to operate efficiently.
Oh, which reminds me,

we don't validate parking
for part-time employees.

Sure. There's plenty
of street parking.

I'm sorry, but I can't
talk right now.

I gotta go.

Yeah. I'll call you
this afternoon.

I'll call you later. I p-prom...
all right.

Castorini deposition.

Oh, that's today?

20 minutes.

Broad and Church, second floor.

Anything else?

Ah, Claudia Joy.

Good morning.

Morning. Here. The
Castorini deposition.

- You're coming with me.
- Okay.

- Claudia Joy.
- Yes, yes, of course.

Flowerpot?

Oh, let me see this.
Let me see that.

Will you please tell me
that you're parking?

Roland, I'm stuck. I'm sorry.

Surprise I.G.
Inspection on Monday.

The Pentagon's advance team
arrives in 20 minutes.

I have to be in meetings
the rest of the day

and probably most
of the night, too.

Okay. You can't help it, right?

Right.

Ma'am.

I need to go. Look,
I really am sorry.

Mm-hmm.

Knock 'em dead?

We'll do our best.

See you tonight.

Love you. Bye.

Sara Elizabeth Burton?

Oh, that's you, baby girl.

Oh, come on.

Ready?

Here we go.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Oh, sorry. Roland Burton.

Uh, my wife wasn't
able to make it.

Oh?

She's Garrison commander
at Fort Marshall,

and, uh, she couldn't get away.

I see. I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, hello, Sara Elizabeth.

Do you want to come
with me and your daddy?

Hey. Come on.

It's gonna be fun.

Here we go.

Way to go.

Ms. Castorini, when
did you first discuss

investing with Thomas McKenzie?

I'm not sure.

Well, then let me make
this a little easier.

Um, when did you first
meet Thomas McKenzie?

I don't know. Three,
four years ago?

Mm-hmm. How about six years ago?

No, definitely not.

Definitely not?

Ms. Castorini, did you attend

the Ashley River
Foundation dinner in 2005?

Probably. We go every year.

The 2005 file.

So at this dinner in 2005, Ms.
Castorini,

is it possible that you shared
a table with the McKenzies

and... discussed investing
with them then?

Leading the witness.

Oh, it's a simple question.

Here. Let's take a look at
the seating chart, shall we?

It's the wrong file.
It says 2005.

Perhaps we should take five? No,
no, no, no, no. Just a minute.

Uh... Let's break, shall we?

Okay, fine.

Well... We just
lost our momentum.

I'm sorry. The file says 2005.

Just find the damn
seating chart.

I thought we'd put
the buffet here.

- Yeah, perfect.
- Mm-hmm.

So I don't understand how
Chandler could blame you

for pulling the wrong file?

You gave him what he asked for.

He was an excellent teacher.

He could be sharp, but
never anything like this.

- I don't get it.
- Evil twin?

Gotta be. Probably just a bad day.
Tomorrow will be better.

I hope so. Okay, let's, uh,
let's go over the menu.

Hey, LeBlanc.
Briefing's this way.

Yeah, in five minutes. I'm
just grabbing my notebook.

I'll be right there.

All right.

T.J., it's on the table.
Yay! Mac and cheese!

Again?

You love Mac and cheese.

That's three times this week.

It is?

Yes, ma'am.

- Hands.
- I washed 'em.

T.J.?

Sticking 'em under
water does not count.

Mom.

Do it again and use
soap this time. Go.

Can I have something to drink?

May I. And yes. You
want some milk?

Oh, hey. There's an
e-mail from daddy!

Yes!

"Hey, Rox, late for an N.C.O.
meeting.

"Patrol tomorrow.

"Sorry I missed our
Skype call yesterday.

"Real busy as you can tell.
I'll write more when I can.

"Love, Trevor."

What did he say?

He said he is very proud

of how well you did on
your science project.

He loved your card. And
he misses you every day.

- Cool.
- Now eat before it gets cold, Ok?

There's a plate in the oven.

Thanks.

Wow. When you said late,

you weren't playing around, huh?

Hmm. Don't ask.

How'd the interview go?

I think you better sit down.

Really? That bad?

Oh.

Roland, I'm sorry.

I-I really wanted to be there.

I-I just... today was
just one of those...

Mm-hmm.

Crazy days where I...

You know how clingy
Sara Elizabeth can get?

She held on to my
leg the whole time.

Oh, no.

Oh, yeah.

And all the other kids
had both parents there.

Well, we could always try
the Montessori School.

I know you prefer Westlake.

But, you know, the acceptance
ratio's like... - We got in.

1 out of 10. I mean, we really shouldn't...
what'd you say?

I said, we got in.

They accepted her. Or us.

- Oh, my gosh! How did you do that?
- I'm just that good, woman.

Actually, I told them

that my wife's
commitment to the Army

was setting an excellent
example for our daughter...

a strong, self-reliant leader.

Mm. They bought that?

They totally bought it.

Roland Burton, you are good.

Mm. Well, come on now.

I mean... I'm better than that.

Yes, you are.

So much better.

Mm.

He has no clue how hard it is with T.J.
Right now.

He writes this stupid e-mail...

"Hey, I'm not really
thinking about you,

"but I want you to think I am."

- Well, I know he didn't say that.
- It was pretty close.

I mean, he shouldn't
even write at all

- if he can't do any better than that.
- Roxy, I'm sure he's busy.

So am I.

I'm raising two kids
and running a bar.

But at least I make an effort.

Yeah, but you guys have
been fighting, right?

Yeah. But he started it.

I told him what Whit was
doing here the other night,

and... and he
wouldn't even listen.

Makes me so mad.

Sorry. I don't mean to vent.

Oh, I can take it. Believe
me, I've been there.

So are things any
better with Boone?

Mm. I wish.

He's still avoiding me.

But I can't really blame him.

Any word from Chase?

Nope. He's obviously on
a mission somewhere.

Ugh. That sucks.

Big-time.

And chase's
change-of-assignment papers

are supposed to come
through any day,

so now I'm just worried
about him, you know?

I know.

I am dying to tell
everyone that you guys...

are getting back together.

- Don't you dare.
- I won't.

Besides, nothing's settled.

It's just... I'm
open to it is all.

- Mm-hmm.
- Um, I don't suppose

that you could take my
kids tomorrow night.

I hate to ask, but
it was Chase's turn,

and now I have the
second shift, so...

done.

Really? Thanks, Rox.

Hey, promise me you'll
never leave Charleston.

You first.

Well, the briefing
went well, sir.

Yeah.

Oh, it's a big day tomorrow.

I just hope the Afghans
are ready to lead.

Time to take the training
wheels off, Frank.

Ooh-ah.

- You have your doubts?
- Sir.

Well, sir, we've given
them the best instruction.

The question is how well
they've absorbed it.

- Only one way to find out.
- Yeah.

I hope they're ready, too.

Hey, Claudia Joy tells me
she's hosting a bridal shower

for your future daughter-in-law.

Ah, that's gonna take
some getting used to.

Daughter-in-law.

Man, I just had a baby daughter,

- now I have a daughter-in-law.
- Mm.

- Sir.
- Tell me something, Frank.

What exactly goes on at
those bridal showers?

Hell if I know, sir.

My guess is, some intel's
better left classified.

Roger that.

Let's review those
plans one more time.

Centerpieces, done. Cake, done.

Do we have a final
list of games?

Uh, Denise wants
us to do this one.

She found it online.

What is it?

It's some kind of newlywed game.

She e-mailed Jeremy a
bunch of questions,

and we ask you the same
questions at the shower,

see how many you get right.

What kind of questions?

Um... "What is his
favorite beer?

"How many kids does he want?

Does he prefer
boxers or briefs?"

I really hope you know
the answer to that one.

"Who was the first
girl he kissed?

"What does he think is
your most annoying habit?

Vanilla or chocolate? What
is his favorite color?"

Man, it is good to
hear your voice.

Yours, too.

How are you?

Good. Great.

Um, just got back from patrol.

Uh-huh.

Where are you? I-I hear traffic.

Oh, I'm in the parking
lot at The Hump bar.

The Hump bar?

Um... Uh, why?

Roxy's helping me
plan the shower.

Ahh, nice.

Um...

I miss you.

Jeremy.

Right here.

I don't think we
should get married.

In every handful of chex mix.

Oh, um, c-could you
try to keep it down?

- The baby's sleeping.
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks. Hello.

- Hey, mom. You got a sec?
- Jeremy.

Uh, of course. What's going on?

Tanya doesn't want
to get married.

Wh-what?

Everything was going great,

and now she says that
we're rushing things.

- I mean, do you know what's going on?
- No, she seemed fine this morning.

Mom, she is so upset.

I tried to get her to explain,

and... she couldn't get off
the phone fast enough.

I-I called back, I
left voice mails,

and I mean, she
won't talk to me.

Oh, honey. I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to do.

Do you think you
could talk to her?

Uh, Jeremy, I don't think
that's such a good idea.

I hate to put you in
the middle of this,

but... O-okay.

You'll talk to her?

Sure, but a-all I can do is try
to get her to talk to you.

That's... that's cool.

That's... that is...
that's all I want.

Thank you, mom.

Try not to worry, honey.

I'll... I'll try.

I love you.

I love you, too. Bye.

What's this?

Stipulated motion
for continuance.

It needs to be delivered
to judge Zimmerman.

I-I'd do it myself, but I'm due
in judge Warner's courtroom.

Uh, doesn't this
require an attorney?

Oh, you'll be fine. It's routine.
Okay?

Yeah.

Good.

County Courthouse...

Third floor, Section "C".

Okay. I got it. Thank you.

Everything appears
to be in order.

Both parties have agreed to
the continuance. - Mm-hmm.

Tell me, Ms., uh...
Holden, your honor.

Why isn't Mr. Chandler
here himself?

Oh, he was called into judge
Warner's courtroom, sir.

I see.

Motion's granted, but tell Mr.
Chandler,

the next time he sends
me an errand girl,

- he should have a better excuse.
- Your honor?

Judge Warner left for
maternity leave last week.

I don't know what to say.

I mean, you've all
been so nice to me,

and here I am,
ruining everything.

Oh, you haven't ruined
anything, Tanya.

This is a huge decision. You
need to feel right about it.

Thank you.

I'm just curious.

Yesterday you seemed so excited.

What happened?

I just... don't think we
know each other well enough.

That's all.

Why?

It's gonna sound stupid.

Try me.

That game you picked
for the shower,

the newlywed game?

Roxy read me some
of the questions,

and I realized, I didn't know
the answers to any of them.

Not one.

I mean, some of them
are silly, I know.

But... how many
kids does he want?

I don't have a clue.

I just think we're
rushing into things.

Yeah, I understand.

It has all happened
really fast for you two.

Yeah.

Oh, God. When I chose that game,

I had no idea it would
upset you like this.

- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Tanya, you want to
know something?

I still can't answer half
those questions about Frank.

It's funny what you know

and don't know about a person,

even after spending half
your life with 'em.

Look, if... if you and Jeremy
aren't ready to get married,

everyone will understand.
I promise.

But may I make a
small suggestion?

Of course.

If I were you, before
I decided anything,

I would spend some time

thinking about the really
important questions,

the ones that should never
change during your marriage.

Such as?

Do you love Jeremy?

You feel better
when he's around?

Can you imagine
life without him?

What I realized is,

I can't.

Yeah?

I can't live without
you, Jeremy,

and I don't want to.

You mean that?

Oh, of course I do.

I'm so sorry, baby. I...

I freaked out. That's all.

It's okay. I-I get it.

Really?

Of course.

What matters is how we
feel about each other.

Oh, God. I thought my whole
world was crashing down.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Only two more weeks.

After that, I'll spend
the rest of my life

answering any questions you got.

You promise?

Cross my heart.

You didn't call back.

- I was going to.
- Liar!

Now listen. I was working. I
can't just drop everything.

I don't care!

- Nicole...
- Get away from me.

All right. All right.
Give me your car keys.

Thanks for the goodies, ma'am.

The staff appreciates it.
What's the occasion?

We're in for a long night.

Thought we could all use the
caffeine and the carbs.

Roger that.

Plus, I'm in a
particularly good mood.

Oh, why is that?

My daughter was
accepted to preschool.

Which one?

Westlake.

Very classy, ma'am.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

Uh, word to the wise?

Go ahead. I'd keep
this on the down low.

Absolutely nothing
wrong with it.

You can send your daughter
to wherever you want, ma'am.

But some folks here on Post might
consider it a bit of a slap.

Why? Westlake's a
specialized program

that emphasizes
language and the arts.

But we have a child
development center

here on Post.

And this looks like I'm
saying that our C.D.C.

Isn't good enough for my child.

We're talking perceptions,
ma'am, not reality.

Well, perception is
reality in the Army.

For what it's worth, if
I'd had the resources

to send my kids to a place
like Westlake, I would've.

Appreciate the heads-up,
Sergeant Major.

Excellent cookie.

Hold my calls.

Mr. Chandler.

Not a good time, Claudia Joy.

Mr. Chandler, for
the last two days,

you've been rude, demanding,
and unreasonable.

Now I can handle
that up to a point.

What I can't handle
is being lied to.

Well, I-I don't know what
you're talking about.

I saw you this afternoon.

You didn't go to judge
Warner's courtroom.

You were with some woman,
fighting on Chalmers.

Now what you do in
your personal life

is your business.

But when your private affairs
force me to lie to a judge,

that's crossing the line.

I appreciate what you've
taught me in class,

and I appreciate the opportunity
you've given me here.

But clearly this is a mistake,
and I feel I have to resign.

No, no, wait, wait. Wait.

D... Let's take a walk.

I mean, just give me
a chance to explain.

Please.

Look, you're right.

I have been rude and
demanding and...

What... what was
the other thing?

Unreasonable.

Ah. And unreasonable,
and I'm sorry.

All right?

As for the woman you saw,

she's my wife.

Your wife?

Well, my ex-wife Nicole.

I... I got married right
out of law school,

moved to Savannah.

She's from there.

And then... We had a daughter...
Chloe.

Beautiful kid.

Smile could light up a room.

But... she was born
with cystic fibrosis.

Oh, God.

We did everything we could

to make sure she
lived a normal life.

When she wasn't in the hospital,

she... she went to school, she...
played soccer...

Studied ballet.

She fought so hard.

How old?

3 days of shy of her 13th
birthday when she died.

I lost my older daughter
Amanda a few years ago.

She was 18.

I had no idea.

Ah. It never leaves you.

No, it doesn't.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Anyway, after Chloe died,
I lost myself in work,

and... Nicole lost herself
in a bottle of vodka.

Chloe's death just... Broke her.

And she blamed me
for what happened.

Hell, she blamed
the whole world.

We hung in there as
long as we could,

but after a while,

there wasn't anything
left to hold on to.

So we divorced.

I moved here.

Today...

Today is Chloe's birthday.

She would've been 22.

Hard to believe, huh?

Yeah.

There's no making sense of it.

No.

Anyway, uh...

Nicole started calling
me on Monday.

She does that from time to time.

She'd be perfectly
rational one minute

and then hysterical the next.

Mm-hmm.

I asked her family
to watch her, but...

She just showed up
here this morning.

Considering the amount
of vodka she had in her,

I'm surprised she
made it at all.

So what... what you saw
was me trying to get her

to hand over her car keys.

Then I... drove her to my
place to sleep it off.

Oh...

Grant, I'm sorry. I
spoke out of turn. I...

No. No, you were right.

I have a tendency
to hold things in,

and, uh... I-I can't promise you

that something like this won't
happen with Nicole again,

but I can promise to
be straight with you.

And I will.

Please. Stick with the firm.

Please.

Sure.

Thank you. Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Let's, um... Yeah.

Come on, guys. Look alive.

What?

We don't want to go.

Yeah. C-can't Katie watch us?

No, not overnight.

What's going on here? We're
talkin' slumber party...

DVDs, pizza, ice cream.

Lucas?

What's up? You love
going over there.

T.J.'s your best friend.
Not anymore.

- Since when?
- Since he got weird.

Hey!

He is, mom. He stole stuff.

Okay. Look, T.J. made a mistake,

and he's been punished for it.

And part of being a good
friend is forgiveness, right?

Okay.

Here's the deal... while
your dad's in the field

and I'm working late,

I need you to spend the night
at the LeBlancs, okay?

And you guys are gonna have a great time.
You always do.

I'll tell you what... maybe
I can get Mrs. LeBlanc

to paint your nails like
she did that one time.

- Isn't that a bribe?
- That might be a bribe.

- I thought bribes are illegal.
- Not when your mom is in a jam.

Now are we good to go?

I guess.

Okay, let's go.

Hut one, hut two, hike!

One Mississippi.
Two Mississippi.

She's running!

Touchdown!

- Why didn't you tag her?
- I tried!

21-nothing. You guys
wanna quit now?

- Hell, no!
- You swore.

Losers walk.

You're not supposed to swear.

Block for me, will you?

They're too big, T.J.

We're gonna score this time.

You understand?

Lucas is hurt.

Hey.

It's okay. Where's your brother?

In there with Mrs.
LeBlanc and the doctor.

T.J. Ran into him.

- I didn't mean to.
- Yes, you did.

I'm sure it was an accident.

Oh, my God.

- Hi, mom.
- Hey, sweetheart. You okay?

Pamela, I am so sorry.

- Is it broken?
- Yeah.

His wrist. He's gonna have the
cast for, like, six weeks.

Six weeks? Wow.

Sorry, Lucas.

He was a real trooper in there.

Well, that's my boy.

At least it's not
your right hand, huh?

- You can still do homework.
- But I can't play football.

Well, not for a while.

- Can we go home now?
- Yeah, we can go.

- I can keep watching them if you want.
- Oh, no, that's okay.

I got somebody to cover for me at work.
- Oh.

- All right. Let's go, guys.
- Pamela, I...

Hey... accidents happen. Okay?

I'll call you later, okay?
Feel better, Lucas.

I told you we didn't want to go.

Okay, we'll talk
about it at home.

Did you hurt Lucas on purpose?

- No.
- Okay, so tell me what happened.

- I was trying to score.
- They were killing us, mom.

- So you ran him over?
- It's football.

T.J., I... Go. Let's go.

I got it.

- Hey, Katie.
- Hi

Mom, it's Mrs. LeBlanc.

Coming.

Excuse me.

Of course.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I made some cinnamon rolls,
and I didn't do raisins,

'cause I know Lucas
doesn't like 'em.

Roxy, you didn't
have to do that.

I know. I just...
How's he doing?

Well, his arm's a little achy,
but he's gonna be fine.

Here.

Pamela, I... am...
Really, really sorry.

T.J. Is just...
He didn't mean...

Roxy, it's okay.

No, it's not.

My kid hurt your kid.

And maybe even on purpose.

Hell, I don't know.

I do not know anything anymore.

I-I-I look at T.J.,

and... where did
my little boy go?

Did I screw up somehow?

No. No. Of course not.
Roxy, you are a great mom.

Whatever is going on with T.J.

Is not your fault.

Well, then what is it?

Because I have no
idea what to do.

And... Trevor's barely
speaking to me.

Not like he could
do anything anyway.

And besides,

I'm... I'm supposed to have
everything under control

and not worry my soldier.

I really have never...
felt so alone.

Hey.

You are not alone,
and you know that.

I would not blame you
at all for hating me

after what happened.

Roxy, I love you.

It would take a lot more
than a broken wrist

to change that.

Well, please do not give T.J.
any ideas.

Okay. Come here.

Ooh, you know what?

What?

I just happen to have some
homemade cinnamon rolls.

Want one?

Yes. I've been slaving all
morning, but no raisins.

- I like raisins.
- Tough.

Sara Elizabeth is
down for the count.

I swear, if Westlake gives
grades for napping,

our daughter will be
first in her class.

Roland, I've been thinking,
did we even consider

the Child Development
Center here on Post?

When we were shopping
for preschools,

I barely remember even
talking about it.

That's because we took one look

and realized it was basically
just day care, uh?

Where's this coming from?

Well, yesterday,
Sergeant Major Devlin

pointed out that some soldiers may
find our choice of preschools

as a slap against the Army.

He said that, huh?

Yeah. Well, he wasn't
telling me to change it...

Well, I would love to
support the Army, Joan,

but not at Sara
Elizabeth's expense.

I want the best for her.

I do, too. But I'm
Garrison commander.

- Mm-hmm.
- What message am I sending

if I won't send my own kid
to the school on Post?

Look, I get it. I do.

And you're right.

It does send a message.

But the message is...
that an education's

the most important thing we
can give to our children.

And I'm not gonna sacrifice
our daughter's future

just so other people
can feel good

about the C.D.C. on Post.

I know.

You're right.

I just wish things
were different.

So what are you
gonna do about it?

What do you mean?

Well, you are
Garrison commander.

Maybe there's something you
can do to change things.

Maybe.

So when Sara Elizabeth's
ready for kindergarten,

maybe we can send a
different message.

- Right.
- Right.

♪ Life is in boxes ♪

♪ in back of our car ♪

♪ driving around ♪

♪ with the dreams in a jar ♪

♪ and it's all ♪

♪ right here ♪

♪ I'll feed you ramen ♪

♪ and you'll braid my hair ♪

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Sorry we're late.
- Oh.

- It is totally my fault.
- Everything okay?

No, but I have enough
sugar in me right now

that I don't even care.

What did I miss?

Roxy's terrible, horrible,
no good, very bad day.

Aw. Really? Well, I have
a perfect fix for that.

You can't be sad
when you're wearing

a custom-made wedding
gown designed out of...

- Toilet paper.
- Oh, no.

Oh, yes. We so have this.

Let the games begin.

♪ I want a garden and
you want a coke ♪

♪ living is simple ♪

Wow. Oh, wow.

Really beautiful.

♪ ...Fix anything with a kiss ♪

Look at your ring. That's great.

Okay, ladies. Let's see.

And... Ta-da.

Oh, my God. Turn.

- Oh, okay.
- I did that.

13... 14... 15.... go for it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Oh, my God.

Well done. Bravo.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah, h-ah, ah-ah ♪

- Is Molly asleep?
- Finally.

- Good.
- And did you get some cake?

- I will, yeah.
- Ooh.

I think Tanya had a good time.
Don't you?

Oh, are you kidding?

It was perfect, Claudia Joy.
Thank you so much.

Ah, it was a group effort.

I wonder what that's
gonna be like.

- What?
- Well, Tanya.

She's gonna be an Army
wife and a soldier.

If you ask me, it's hard
enough to just be one.

Yeah.

She's a smart girl.
She'll find her way.

Yeah, but she has no
idea what's comin'.

Did you?

- Of course not.
- None of us did.

No. We all figured it out,
one way or the other.

So far.

Hmm.

Claudia Joy.

Oh, no.

♪