Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 5, Episode 9 - Countermeasures - full transcript

Previously on "Army Wives"...

Please tell me you did
not talk to Whit.

Roxy, I...

I need Whit to help me
build that truck stop.

How come you haven't
told Trevor?

- I've tried.
- How hard is it to send an e-mail,

even if you're scared to
tell him on the phone?

Shut up, Pamela! Just shut up!

Roland and I have decided
to have a second child.

A uterine rupture
could be fatal, Joan,

to you and the baby.



- So that's it?
- There's adoption.

The C.T. scan confirms

that you have a tumor
on your right ovary.

If it is cancer, we
want to get it now.

Have you talked to your husband?

No. I-I don't want to
worry Michael with this.

- So how'd it go?
- They got the tumor.

- Good.
- It's not cancer.

Oh, Claudia Joy... I should go.

No, wait.

We just received redeployment
orders, the whole division.

- You're coming home?
- I'm coming home.

Claudia Joy?

We need to talk.



Grant...

Before you say anything,
let me apologize.

It was stupid and impulsive.
And ugh!

I am very, very sorry.

Here.

Thank you.

I don't understand.

Have I been giving you signals?

Did I mislead you somehow?

No, no. You... you
haven't done anything.

Okay. Then why?

I lost my head.

Now we'd just won a big case,

I'd had too much champagne,

you doctor just called
you with the good news,

I-I... I was happy.

And that's it?

That's it.

I mean, clearly, I
crossed a line,

and I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry, too,

because I don't know how
we keep working together.

Yeah. I-I understand.

And if that's your
decision, I respect it.

But I think it would
be a shame to quit

over one momentary lapse
of judgment on my part.

Claudia Joy,

when we hired you, there
was no ulterior motive.

None.

My firm had a need.

You were the best student
I'd had in years.

It just made sense.

I wish to God I could
take that kiss back,

but I can't.

But I can guarantee you

that nothing like that
will ever happen again.

What do you want to do?

Hey, Roxy! Did you hear?

- Hear what?
- They're coming home.

The Division's coming home!

T.J.

Finn, hey. Wake up. Boys!

- Hey. Come on. Wake up.
- Five more minutes!

Okay, five more minutes,
and then I will tell you

- that your dad is coming home.
- What?

Dad's coming home?

He sure is! I just found out!

When will he be here?

Uh, I-I don't know. I
have to check my e-mail.

- But I think soon.
- Can we make a sign?

Yeah, a big "welcome home" sign.

Yeah. I've got poster
board in my closet.

- Get your big markers!
- Yes!

- Can we go fishing once dad gets home?
- Yes, I think we can arrange that.

I wanna show him
my shark's tooth.

Maybe dad can go fossil
hunting with me and Whit.

Uh, yeah...
- Got the markers. - Let's go.

He would have been coming
home this week, huh?

I know. Been thinking
about that, too.

Yeah, well, I gotta be there...

On the tarmac, greet the troops.

You gonna be okay with that?

Yeah.

Well, I don't have
much choice, huh?

It is my duty.

All right. I'll see you later.

Okay.

Hi! We're the Burtons,

and we'd like to introduce
ourselves to you.

I'm Joan, this is
my husband Roland,

and our daughter Sara Elizabeth.

And we want your baby.

- Roland!
- What?

We have to take this seriously.

I was serious.

Okay, I'm sorry. I was...

I was just trying to
get you to relax.

How can I relax?

You heard what the
agency said...

private adoption is
very competitive.

We have to make our
application stand out.

And it will. But right
now, in this moment...

Hey, Colonel? I need
you to take a breath.

Okay.

I just want this so bad.

I know.

I didn't think adoption
would be so...

Ridiculous?

Complicated.

I can't believe the
future of our family

depends on whether or not we
can impress a teenage girl.

Well, even so, at
the end of the day,

all we can do is be ourselves.

Hmm.

So you don't wanna hear my
idea about the musical number?

The three of us in leotards
going all Beyonce on 'em.

Just kidding.

Thank God.

Wow. He actually kissed you.

Mm-hmm. I still
can't believe it.

- And he wants you to stay?
- Yeah.

- You think he'd try it again?
- I don't think so.

The man I saw last night
was genuinely remorseful.

Okay. So could you go back?

I don't know.

On the one hand,
it is a great job.

I'm not gonna find
another like it...

a flexible schedule,
associate-level work.

On the other hand...

Oh, that's what I'm not sure of.

- I think you should stay.
- Yeah?

You want my opinion?
That's my opinion.

He made a mistake. You made him
take responsibility for it.

Now that everything's
out in the open,

- you've got some ground rules.
- That's true.

In fact, you probably have more
control over the situation

than you did before.

Ma'am.

Oh. What about Michael?

- What about him?
- Should I tell him?

- No! Absolutely not.
- But, Denise...

Well, why would you?

Because we don't keep
secrets from each other.

Claudia Joy, you have
nothing to explain.

Chandler kissed you, you
didn't reciprocate.

Telling Michael wouldn't
change anything.

No, just trust me on this.
He's better off not knowing.

- You're gonna tell him, aren't you?
- No.

Claudia Joy?

I won't. I won't.

Pamela, open up.

Look, I know we got
into it yesterday.

You were trying to be a good
friend, and I wouldn't listen...

even though I think that you
shouldn't have talked to Whit...

but we can fight about
that later, because I...

Roxy, what are...

Look, I don't have a
lot of time, Pamela,

so I'm just gonna cut to the chase.
You were right,

and I'm screwed.

Okay, back up. What are
you talking about?

Trevor's coming home,

and the truck stop's not
finished, and Whit's still here.

You really are screwed.

Mm-hmm.

- Pamela?
- Okay.

What?

It's easy. Fire Whit.

That's not easy.

Well, he can't be here
when Trevor gets back.

- That's all there is to it.
- That's not all.

What about Shady and the
loan and the fact that

that leaves me with a truck stop
that's three-quarters finished?

Sorry.

Oh.

I have to fire Whit.

Immediately.

What do I tell the boys?

They love Whit, especially Finn.

You'll figure something out.

Okay.

Good morning.

Morning.

You're back.

I didn't come to
clean out my desk,

- if that's what you're asking.
- Good.

Okay.

Hey, what do you
know about dog food?

Dog food? Um, a class action.
Seven plaintiffs so far.

Claim their dogs were poisoned
by contaminated dog food.

Doesn't seem like
your kind of case.

Well, now you can't
save the world

unless you can pay
your light bill.

- Here, sit down.
- All right.

Okay.

You're firing me?

Rox, I'm ahead of schedule,
I'm under budget.

I mean, okay, we got
in a little trouble

with those faulty valves,

but the supplier ate the
cost, and we made up time.

I know. I know.

You have done a great
job, Whit, really.

So why are you firing me?

Trevor's coming home.

I didn't tell him about you. He
doesn't know that you're here.

- Why not?
- Well, it's complicated.

I-I guess I thought that the
truck stop would be done

by the time he got back.

But his Division's been
recalled early, and...

if he comes home and I'm here,

he might think that you and I...

Oh, he'll definitely
think you and I...

There was already talk after
last time you were here.

But nothing happened.

Yeah, I know that,
and you know that,

but the neighborhood saw your
truck parked outside all night.

Man, I feel stupid.

Whit... I'm gonna
go tell the crew.

Hey... I'm really sorry.

I messed up.

I should have been
honest with you

and I definitely should have
been honest with Trevor.

It's okay.

♪ Without you ♪

♪ hoping that you'll
show up late ♪

I think you're hiding
something, Angela.

And I can't help if you're not
willing to be honest with me.

Dr. Burton, I'm
clean, six months.

You failed your drug test.

Lab must have mixed
up the samples.

You know Mercer, Dr. Burton.

Remember what it was like
when we worked together?

Stuff like that
happens all the time.

Angela, this is not a game.

You could go to jail this
time, you understand that?

There's no more rehab, no
more monitoring. Jail.

I'm a good nurse.

Good nurses don't steal
meds from their patients.

Now maybe you can
lie to yourself,

but you can't lie to me.
You lost your job.

You want to lose
your freedom, too,

your family?

I can't go to jail.
My baby needs me.

You're right. He does.

So are you willing
to fight for him?

Because that's what this
is, Angela, a battle.

You gotta put Bobby
before everything else.

Everything.

I love Bobby. You know I do.

It's time to prove it.

Thank you.

Hey, dude.

Hey, Dr. Burton!

Ho-ho-ho! How you doing, Bobby?

Good. Look what I drew!

Oh. What do we have here?

It's a speedboat.

Does it go... what, like this?

- No, it goes like this.
- Oh, thanks.

Hey. Is that you driving?

No, that's you. That's me there.

That's nice, dude.

Thanks.

- It's time to go, baby.
- Okay.

Hey, man. Don't
forget your drawing.

- It's for you.
- It's for me?

Thank you, sir.

- Welcome.
- I'll see you next week.

Yeah.

- Bye, man.
- Bye.

What in the Sam Hill do
you think you're doing?

Look, Shady, I...

You can't fire Whit without me.

Yeah, but I...

Look, I told you, it's
not her fault, Shady.

- My cousin called, I...
- You need to stay out of this.

I'm senior partner.

You wanna change contractors?
It goes through me.

Okay. I wanna
change contractors.

- Why?
- It's personal.

Personal? I'll tell
you what's personal.

Losing money, that's
what's personal.

This boy's doing fantastic work,

and he's saving us
a bundle to boot.

Now what's gotten
into you, Roxy?

Well, if you'd stop
yelling for a minute,

then maybe I could explain.

Fine. Explain.

- Whit is Finn's father.
- What?

It was a one time thing
a long time ago.

But I can't have Whit here
when Trevor gets back.

- Are you two foolin' around?
- No, sir.

Then I don't see what
the problem is then.

The problem is how it looks.

I'm sorry, missy, but you
should have thought about that

before you brung him in.

Now do I need to remind you
that both of our futures

are riding on this
little enterprise?

So whatever personal
problems you two have,

you need to work 'em out,
but this is business.

And you don't mess
with business.

Not my business, anyway.

Understood?

Yeah.

Get back to work, son.

Just explain it to your husband.

If you got nothing to hide,

he'll understand.

Shady's right.

If Whit's still here,
what else can you do?

You gotta tell Trevor the truth.

You think he'll understand?

- I don't know. Maybe.
- Maybe?

- I'm not liking the odds.
- Well, if it was me,

I would get him in
a good mood first,

and then drop the Whit bomb.

Good mood. Like
candles, music, oil?

Yeah. That's a start.

Yeah.

Well, if there's one
thing I'm good at...

Okay, I don't need the
details, thank you.

You really think it
could be that easy?

Well, what else you got?

Good point.

Under the circumstances,

it can't just be the
best sex of his life.

It's gotta be, like, the best
sex in the history of sex.

Well, you up for it?

All I gotta do is
get him up for it.

Okay. Well, you call me tomorrow

after history has been made.

- Hey, Pamela?
- Yeah?

Thanks.

I bet you're thinking
I told you so,

and you're right.

I should have listened
to you from the start.

- Roxy?
- Yeah?

Forget it.

Okay. Bye.

♪

♪

♪

Hi. Thank you for coming.

You're welcome.

- Who's this one?
- Pretty dress.

Hey, guys, can you wait a sec?

- I wanna talk to you about something.
- What?

Listen, I want to
save the truck stop

as a special surprise
for your dad.

So no talking about backhoes

or shark's teeth, or Whit,
or any of that stuff

until I can take him
to the job site, okay?

Think you can do that for me?

- Okay.
- Sure.

Okay. Let's go.

- Denise.
- Hi.

What... you didn't have to come.

These are Jeremy's
friends coming home.

He'd want me here.

Well, that's, uh...
Thanks for coming.

♪

♪

♪

♪

Mark time, march!

Company, halt!

I'm gonna keep this brief.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

I want to thank you,
families and friends,

for your support.

Your presence here today reminds
us of what we fight for.

Let me assure you that
your sacrifices at home

are fully appreciated by those
who sacrifice in theater.

And let me tell you something...

these outstanding troops

have served their
country honorably

and represented the very best
of what this nation stands for.

Soldiers of the 23rd...

Fall out!

♪

♪

- There he is! Dad! Dad!
- Over here!

- Dad!
- Oh, God!

Look at you two.

Hey, soldier.

Welcome home.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you for your service.

So glad to have you back.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Mrs. Sherwood.

Specialist Giron.

Yes, ma'am. P.F.C. Riggs, ma'am.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Jeremy told us a lot about you.

He's told me a lot about
the two of you as well.

Thank you for being here.

Of course.

Welcome home.

Hello?

This is Dr. Burton.

Yes, she's my patient.

Right. I'll be right there.

She was brought in by
ambulance after a 9-1-1 call.

Overdose.

Do we know what she took?

What didn't she take?
Percocet, Demerol, Vicodin,

but we got to her in time. Once
she regains consciousness,

we'll put her on a
72-hour lockdown

until her mental state
can be evaluated.

And who made the 9-1-1 call?

- Thanks. You keep me posted, huh?
- Will do.

Is my mom gonna be okay?

Yeah, she is.

That was a brave thing you
did, Bobby, calling 9-1-1.

I had to.

I know.

Paperwork's in order. I'll take him now.
Ready, Bobby?

Hey, I'm Dr. Roland Burton. I've
been treating Bobby's mother.

Josh Hobbs, Department
of Social Services.

I'll be taking Bobby to
an intermediate facility

until we can arrange
for a foster home.

Wait, he doesn't have a
relative in the area?

Not that we could find.
Do you know someone?

So he's in the system now?

Until the mother demonstrates
she can provide a stable home.

We'll take good care of him.
Come on, Bobby.

- I don't wanna go.
- It's just for a little while, man.

But why can't I
go home with you?

Don't worry, Bobby. We're gonna
take extra special care of you.

Isn't that right, Dr. Burton?

Yeah. He's right, Bobby.
You go with Mr. Hobbs.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

- I'll come see you as soon as I can.
- Promise?

I promise.

Okay.

This way.

You should've seen
his face, Joan.

He looked so lost.

How can parents do that
to their children?

Addiction is a terrible thing.

I know, but choosing drugs
over your own child?

I'll never understand.

He looked at me and asked,

"Why can't I come
home with you?"

Ohh.

Why can't he?

What?

Why can't he come
home with us, Joan?

Now we've been talking
about adoption anyway.

Foster parenting's just another
way of doing it. - Yeah, but...

I know we've been talking
about a newborn,

but let's just think about it.

There's a lot of
competition for infants.

Older kids like Bobby,

they... they can sit in
the system for years,

and it's just because
they're older.

Bobby is a spectacular
kid, Joan.

He deserves a loving family.

Guess I could meet him.

That's all I'm asking.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

It's been a long day.

It's my fault.

I was trying too hard, I guess.

My body clock's all messed up.

I'm just gonna go watch some TV.

Ohh. Finally.

If I had to do one
more interview...

Oh, you did a fine
job, General Holden.

Thank you, ma'am. God,
I missed this place.

Mm.

You must be starved.

I was thinking lamb chops
and baked potato...

Mm-hmm.

Later.

Okay. One steak and eggs.

Oh, you have no idea how
long I've been dreaming

of this moment.

Well, don't get too used to it.

You'll be back to
oatmeal and fruit soon.

- Yes, doctor.
- Mm.

Ohh. I love you.

Is that me or the steak?

There's room in my
heart for you both.

Mm.

Mmm.

So what are you gonna do today?

Uh, I'm gonna go to the
office for half a day.

Mm-hmm.

Then I think I'll have a
beer and watch the game.

What game?

No idea.

What season is it? Baseball?
Basketball?

I just left him there asleep,

and I mean, like, really asleep.

His body is in a totally
different time zone.

Wait, so Trevor still
doesn't know about Whit?

Roxy, this is
getting ridiculous.

What could I do, just shake
him from a dead sleep?

"Hey, mornin', babe. Oh, uh,
Finn's dad is my contractor."

Okay, I get it, but
then what's your plan?

I left him a note that said

that I wanted to have a
special dinner tonight.

Juana offered to take the
kids for a sleepover,

so Trevor and I have the
house to ourselves.

Nice.

Yeah, I figured we just
rushed things last night,

so tonight we're gonna
start with wine,

a little home-cooked
meal, and then...

Okay. Think I'm hanging up now.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Have you ever been on a boat?

I have. You?

Unh-unh, but I'm gonna someday.
This is a shrimp boat.

They catch shrimp in these nets.
See?

Oh.

So you like boats, huh?

Uh-huh. Are you
really in the Army?

I am.

Cool.

Dr. Burton, Mrs. Burton,
a word, please.

- Be right back.
- Okay.

You're not allowed to be here.

Well, I told the receptionist...

I know what you told
the receptionist,

and I've reminded her
of state regulations

regarding visitors.
No exceptions.

- Now I have to ask you to leave.
- Look, Hobbs, we're sorry.

We didn't mean to
break any rules.

I just wanted my wife to meet Bobby.
- Why?

Because we're interested in
becoming his foster parents.

You're not serious?

I'm completely serious. Look, he knows me.
He trusts me.

We can provide a stable
home environment.

Dr. Burton... I
know you mean well,

but you can't be Bobby's
foster parents.

Why not?

Your husband's treating
Bobby's mother.

It's an obvious
conflict of interest.

Doctor has mother declared
unfit, then takes her son?

- It's not like that.
- Try explaining that to a judge.

Look, it's not my area.

I'm here to protect the
children under my supervision,

so I really... I have to
insist that you leave.

Look, I'll... I'll give
you another five minutes,

but the next time
you want to visit,

it's gotta go through me, okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Sorry I brought you into this.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

Morning, Mrs. Sherwood.
Hope we're not disturbing.

No, please come in.

We really can't stay, ma'am.
We just, um...

W-we brought you something.

Oh, you didn't need
to bring me anything.

It's not much.

We just wanted to thank you for
meeting the plane yesterday.

- That meant a lot.
- Oh, well...

A-and all those care packages
you sent downrange...

We appreciate you making
extra for Jeremy,

so he could share with us.

You were kinda like our
den mother, I guess.

- For sure.
- Well, I was happy to do it.

You can open it.

Oh, of course. Sorry.

It's not much, but...

No, it's... it's wonderful.

Thank you.

We're so sorry, ma'am.

He was our brother.

Thanks for coming over
on such short notice.

Of course. I wish I
had better news.

Conflict of interest.

Uh-huh. I spoke with
several experts,

and I'm afraid the
social worker is right.

The appearance of impropriety
is just too great.

There's no judge in the world
that would grant you custody,

if it were to come to that.

Well, what if Roland
were to remove himself

- from the mother's case?
- It's too late.

Roland has a 2-year history
with the mother, going back

to when they both worked at Mercer.
I'm really sorry.

Nope. It's my fault.

I should've realized the
conflict from the jump.

You just let your heart get
in front of your head.

Chandler, Arnoff & Drake.
May I help you?

I appreciate you showing me around.
I... oh.

Michael!

Hello, counselor. I
thought I'd surprise you.

Well, you succeeded.

Mwah. I wanted to see
where you worked.

And I've just been telling
your husband what an asset

- you've been to the firm.
- He exaggerates.

I doubt it. Would you
mind if I steal her away

for a cup of coffee?

Please. Uh, in fact, in honor
of your husband's return,

um, I'm giving you the
rest of the day off.

It's my half-day anyway.

Perfect.

Shall we?

Sure.

That's a nice office,

and I gotta tell ya,
for the first time,

I had a decent conversation
with Grant Chandler.

Michael, I need to
tell you something.

I know we don't keep
secrets from each other.

Remember that pain I was having?

From yoga?

It wasn't from yoga. It
turns out I had a tumor.

What?

It was benign, Michael.

I'm okay, but they did
have to remove an ovary.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want to
worry you if it turned out

to be nothing, which it did.

Well, it doesn't sound
like nothing to me.

Look, it was scary for a
few days, but I'm fine.

You're sure?

Yes. Yes, I am sure. Positive.

100% clean bill of health, okay?

Good.

There's something else.

I didn't want to tell anyone
my problem, not even Denise,

but, um, right after
the initial diagnosis,

Grant found me crying
in the office.

I was embarrassed,

but once he did know,
he was concerned.

He checked in on me
when I was in recovery.

It was all just a huge
misunderstanding,

which he apologized for, and...

Hang on. He apologized for what?

We had just won the case
with Elena Cabrera.

The whole office was
celebrating with champagne,

and that's when I t the
news I didn't have cancer.

Grant was... there.

He hugged me, and
then he kissed me.

I was shocked.

I left the office immediately.

We talked later that night,

and he apologized,

said it was just the moment,

that it would never
happen again.

I... for what it's worth,
Michael, I believe him,

but I will completely understand

if you're not comfortable with
me working there anymore.

Michael I'm sorry,

I don't know if telling you
is the right thing to do.

Seeing you with Grant
just now, I...

I thought you deserved to know.

Say something, please.

Please.

I'm gonna take a walk.

Thanks, man.

Hey. Can I help you?

No, I'm just wondering why
there's a trailer parked here.

Oh, yeah. Been doing some work
for the owner of the bar.

Oh, right on. Who are you?

- Whit Carter.
- From Tuscaloosa?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

- Hey, babe. What are you doing here?
- Really, Roxy? Finn's dad?

Okay. Trevor, calm down.

He's been living here?
He's your contractor?

Can we please just talk
about this in the office?

No, you have been lying
to me this whole time!

I did not lie. I
tried to tell you.

You know, I actually
came here to apologize.

I must be the world's
biggest idiot!

I'm risking my life while you're
screwing around behind my back!

- Hey, I did not! Nothing happened!
- Just shut up!

- Shut up!!
- Buddy...

Hey! Trevor, don't! Nothing happened.
I told you.

I just asked him here to work.
That's it.

♪

Chandler, Arnoff & Drake.

General holden.

I know what you did.

Then I owe you an apology.

Save it.

You took advantage of my
wife in a vulnerable moment.

You disrespected her. You
disrespected our marriage.

You disrespected me.

And unlike Claudia Joy, I
don't believe for a second

you wouldn't do it again
if you had the chance.

Now I trust my wife,
but I don't trust you.

Try it again,

and next time you
won't see me coming.

I promise you, the Harmons
are one of our best couples.

Bobby's gonna really
like living with them.

And you'll keep tabs on him, make
sure he's doing okay? - Absolutely.

Thanks. Would it be breaking
any rules if you gave us

an update every now and then?

Probably, but I'll
see what I can do.

Dr. Burton!

Hey, dude.

- Hey, Mrs. Burton.
- Hi, Bobby.

Hey, Mr. Hobbs was just telling
us about your new home.

Now I hear they have a
dog and a swimming pool.

- Wow! A pool?
- Mhm mhm.

Maybe they'll let
you play with...

This in it!

A speedboat? Cool.

Can I keep it?

- Of course. It's yours.
- Thanks.

Hey, listen, man.

Things may seem hard
for a little while,

but I want you to give
this new home a chance,

'cause I know you're gonna like
it once you get used to it.

Okay? You think you can do that?

Good man.

Hey, why don't you go
outside now and play, huh?

Thanks for the boat.

You're very welcome.

All these kids need homes?

Yeah. These and many more.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm happy to take
you to the doctor.

I'm fine.

There's a clinic, like, right...
I'm fine.

Just need to get going.
That's all.

Whit, I'm... so sorry.

I-I really messed everything up.

You of all people know I
never had the good sense

God gave a billy goat.

Should've known better
from the start.

The truth is, I
wanted to come, Rox.

I wanted to be around
you, around Finn.

I hate sneaking out
on him like this.

Tell him I said
good-bye, will ya?

Tell him... Hell, I don't know.

Tell him whatever you want.

I'm glad you told me.

Yeah?

Are we okay?

Always.

I love you.

I love you, too.