Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 1 - Winds of War - full transcript

Previously on Army Wives...

Your son Jeremy was
killed in action.

Ready, aim, fire.

[Gunshots]

Joan and I fell in love
with this little boy.

People always give me back.

Not anymore.

You're our son.

He actually kissed you.

I quit.

It's okay to move forward.



Life goes on.

It has to.

[Dramatic music]

♪

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Somebody order a wedding dress?

Do not start crying.

I spent 20 minutes
on those eyes.

[Applause]

We just received
redeployment orders.

You're coming home?

I'm coming home.

The division's coming home!



There he is!

Dad!

I love you so much.

They're closing Fort Marshall.

To the 23rd.

All: To the 23rd.

All five of us will end up
in five different places.

We'll all stay in touch.

It won't be the same.

No, it won't.

Narrator: And now the
two-hour

army wives
season premiere event.

(Wind roaring)

(Rumbles)

(Man) There's more bags here
for you!

(Soldiers shouting indistinctly)

Let's pack up
and get home! Go!

(Lightning crashes)
Go! Go! Go!

(Woman) The city of Charleston
is under a flash flood warning

as hurricane Nina
approaches the coast.

- These shots were taken...
- When is my mom gonna be back?

Um...
Let me call and check.

(Rainfall)

(Cell phone beeps)

(All-circuits-busy tone beeping)

All circuits busy.
I'll try again later. (Beeps)

Hey, don't worry, TJ.
I bet your mom's fine.

(Lightning crashes)
What's happening?

- Dad? - It's just a little power
outage. Everything's fine.

Everybody okay?

(Man) All units, be advised,
due to hazardous conditions,

you are ordered
to seek shelter immediately.

Repeat, all units,
seek shelter immediately. Over.

7-3-5, dispatch, I copy.

Out.

(Thunder rumbling)

About damn time.

(Cell phone beeps
and auto dials)

(Cell phone rings)

Pamela?

Hey, where are you?

I-I don't know exactly.

I-I had to take a detour.

You're still on the road?

I thought you'd be home by now.

Yeah, so did I. I-- There was traffic,
and the Colfax bridge is out.

There's a hurricane going on,
if you haven't heard.

Yeah, I know.

You need to get off
the road. I mean it.

Mom, look out!

(Tires squeal)

Roxy?

Roxy?

(Gretchen Wilson's "Work Hard,
Play Harder" playing)

(Singers) ♪ do, do, do,
do-ooh ♪ do, do, do, do-ooh

♪ I work a double shift
on Monday ♪

♪ Tuesday
I get up before dawn ♪

♪ well, when Friday
finally rolls around ♪

♪ I call my rough
and rowdy friends ♪

♪ and we're honky-tonk bound I work
hard, I work hard, I work hard ♪

♪ I play harder yeah do, do,
do, do-ooh do, do, do, do-ooh ♪

Ahh.

Whew.

See? Told you you'd feel better
once we got you out of that house.

Do not mention the house to me.

There's still so much to do.

Babe...
It's gonna get done.

(Sighs) We move in a week.

Yeah. (Grunts)

And you have had the last
five months to get ready.

Excuse me.
This is my first PCS.

And it's not like the army
makes it easy or anything.

Come on. Fort hope
is gonna be great.

It won't be the same.

Nope.
It's gonna be better.

You are married to
a Second Lieutenant now.

Yes, and I am
very proud of you.

But we don't know
where we're gonna live.

We don't know where
the kids are going to school.

(Groans)

And I won't have any friends.

Won't have any friends?

What about Denise Sherwood?

Frank's a Brigade Commander now.

Denise isn't gonna have
any time for me.

Sure she will.

Mnh-mnh.

And we're gonna find a house.

And the kids are gonna be fine.

Army kids, they're resilient.

(Kisses)

Resilient?

Mm-hmm.

I'm beginning to hate
that word.

(Kisses) You know
what you need?

Yeah, another five months
to pack.

Mnh-mnh.

Babe, we gotta get back.

Hey, you need to relax.

Yeah. Relax.

Like, really relax.

You really relax.

(Laughs)

(Molly coos)

(Denise) Open up, Molly.

Here you go, sweet pea.
(Gasps) Ah, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Hey, I was listening to the radio
about that hurricane off Florida.

Should we cancel her party?

No, no, no.
(Molly babbles)

Michael's tracking the storm.

The last word is,
it should miss us.

- Okay. - Besides, we can always
move the party inside if it rains.

- Yeah. Ah... - But... we can't
let Molly turn 1 without us,

can we, sweetheart?

(Laughs) Thank you.

- I would do it myself, but--
- Oh, really? Please. (Sighs)

In this place?
(Laughs)

(Molly fussing)

(Sighs) Well...
I see you're all ready for the movers.

Yeah.

Color coordinated
and everything.

(Laughs) Well, you know, after
14 moves in 23 years...

I've got my system.

- I see. - And no matter what I do, our
stuff will still be three weeks late

getting to Fort Hope, even though
it's only in North Carolina.

Right. And the movers will
still lose something.

(Chuckles) Of course.
It's the army.

Have you heard anything new
about Michael's orders?

(Inhales and exhales)
Uh, just rumors.

Won't be long. I'm sure.

Meanwhile, I hear
good things about Fort Hope.

Yeah.

- I know it's not Italy, but--
- Ah, it's okay. I'm over that.

Frank is thrilled about serving
under General Clarke.

Mm-hmm.

Frank was his XO at Fort Lewis, and
I was FRG Leader with his wife.

Right.

- So...
- And you'll still be with Roxy.

Yeah.
Thank God for that.

But I'm losing my best friend.

(Molly babbling)

(Voice breaks) It's gonna be
so hard to leave.

Well, um... we'll call, we'll
text, and there's always Skype.

(Normal voice)
I'm just spoiled. That's all.

I've never been
at a post so long.

(Exhales deeply)

I know.

Nothing lasts forever.

Wrong.

Friendship lasts forever.

Oh.

(Laughs) Mom,
you shoulda seen me.

I was catching everything.

- Is that right?
(Roland) - Boy's got good hands.

Of course,
I was leading him perfectly.

Most of the time.

What do you mean,
most of the time?

Everything cool?

I gotta go in.

Some storm business.

I figured.

There you go.

Can I try out
for the school football team?

May I... may I try out for
the school football team?

TJ said I could make it.

Oh.

What?

Well... TJ's not gonna
be here anymore,

and soon enough, no one's
gonna be here to play with.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.
The post is closing.

Families move away in the army
all the time, David,

even when posts don't close.

I'm afraid it's something
you just gotta get used to.

But we'll keep in touch
with TJ and Finn.

I promise.

When are we moving?

Not for a while.

It's my job
to close Fort Marshall.

Okay.
Where are we moving?

Don't know that either, dude.

Haven't got my orders yet.

(Sighs) Oh.

(Sighs)

But we do have some news that
we hope will make you happy.

Yeah, we were gonna tell you tonight,
but your mom's gotta work, so...

What is it?

David, the courts
finalized your adoption.

It's official.

You are now David Burton.

Really?

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

So now whenever we go, wherever we
go, we're going as a real family.

Open it.

It has my name on it.

Yep.

I've never had anything
with my name on it before.

Thank you.

(Children laughing,
lucky barking)

(Roxy) Ugh! Hey.

You're driving me nuts.
(Lucky whines)

Outside, now, all of you,
and take the mutt.

(Whines)

(Whispers) Come on.

Whoa.
What did I miss?

(Normal voice)
Daily meltdown number three.

Roxy, you really should
let the movers pack you.

The army pays for it, you know?

I have a system.

Really?

Do not start.

I get enough grief
from Trevor as it is.

(Chuckles) Okay.

And now there's
a hurricane coming?

Maybe it'll help.

- Ha ha.
(Laughs) - Well, just think,

in a few days, you'll be
settling in at Fort Hope,

while your best friend is stuck
here with no husband, two kids,

including a daughter
with raging hormones.

Well, only until
the school year's over.

Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder
if that was a big mistake.

What are you talking about?

Just that maybe we should've gone to
California with Chase right away.

Okay, number one,
I woulda gone insane,

and number two,
at least this way,

we still get to see each other
on weekends.

Right. This is all about you.
I forgot that part.

Well, don't.

You can't live without me,
and you shouldn't want to.

Check.

(Door opens)

Mom, can you take me
to Byron's house?

Does it look like I have time
to take you to Byron's house?

But I'm never
gonna see him again.

Please, please, please.

Finn, you are working
on my last nerve.

Now get.

Aw, man.

Ugh.

"The species of fishes here did
not differ much from the"... Hey.

And what are you doing
out of bed, young lady?

I'm thirsty.

Well, I guess we better
fix that.

(Closes book)
I'll be right back.

When is mom coming home?

Soon.

That's what you said
last night, too.

Well, look, your mom's got
a big job to do right now.

With that storm coming in, she's
gotta look after the whole post.

It's not just this family.
It's all the families.

Understand?

Cool.
I'll be right back.

Come on.

(Man) Tropical storm Nina's just been
upgraded to a category 1 hurricane.

When's landfall?

It's hard to predict, ma'am,
when or where.

She's acting erratically.

Best estimate?

Well, if she continues
along her present course,

the outer bands could
hit Charleston Sunday, 2100.

Two days.

Yes, ma'am.

But if she goes north again,

we could get nothing worse
than a bad thunderstorm.

If.

No sense taking chances, Mike.

We're going hot.

Yes, ma'am.

(Computers and monitors beeping)

(People speak indistinctly)

(Claudia Joy) Okay.

Okay, we'll talk tomorrow.

Oh, I love you, too.
Bye.

(Cell phone beeps)

Oh, Michael,
you just missed Emmalin.

She, uh, just got
her grades for the quarter,

- and you are gonna be so
proud-- - In a minute.

What's wrong?

(Clears throat)

(Inhales)

I got the call.

New orders?

(Exhales) Where are we going?

(Sighs)

Michael?

They're putting me
at the Pentagon.

Army G3, Operations Officer.

What happened to Fort Carson?

(Exhales)
"Needs of the army."

All right.

We have plenty of friends
in Washington.

- We'll make the best of it like
always and-- - I'm not going.

What?

I'm gonna retire.

Honey, I know you're disappointed,
but shouldn't you think this over?

I have thought it over.

I've commanded a division,
Claudia Joy.

I am not ending my career
commanding a desk.

(Inhales deeply)

(Exhales)

I'll go out as the last
commander of the 23rd.

Besides...

It's your turn.

You have followed me around the
world for the last 25 years.

I think maybe it's time
I followed you.

- Look, Michael... - As of this moment,
we are out of the army.

Has he made it official?

Not yet.

He wants to get past this
hurricane business first, so...

Well, don't worry.
I won't tell Frank.

Wow.

Right?

Big change.

You don't seem so excited.

No, I am, but I'm
disappointed for Michael.

He's had a great career,
Claudia Joy.

I know, and all careers
have to come to an end.

I just didn't think
it would be today.

Mm-hmm.

You realize, we've spent over
half our lives in the army?

Wow. When you put it like that,
you make me feel ancient.

(Laughs)

Well, it's just, uh...
A lot to leave behind, you know?

Yeah.

I mean, losing you and the
others, that's one thing.

Losing a way of life?

Oh, come on. Cheer up.

Look, for the first time in decades,
the mission doesn't come first.

You're calling the shots now,
not Uncle Sam.

Yeah.

I guess I am.

(Joan) The weather service
tells us, as of right now,

that Charleston is expected
to get hit tomorrow night

with only the outer bands
of the hurricane.

But even that means heavy rains,
strong winds, possible storm surges,

and microbursts.

Officer Pamela Moran of
Metro PD is here this morning,

subbing for Sergeant Rice, to
fill us in on an important update

on our communication protocol.

Thank you, Colonel Burton.

During our last drill, we had difficulties
communicating between agencies.

So for hurricane Nina, if the
primary frequency gets stepped on,

tac three is now
the first alternate.

Again, tac three
is for emergencies only.

Please spread the word.

And if you have any questions,
see me after the briefing.

(Joan) Thank you.

Before we go, let me remind
everyone, do not get complacent.

I know we've seen some other
storms peter out this season,

but this is mother nature's war,
and she doesn't fight fair.

(Woman laughs)

That oughta bring 'em in.

You're not worried
about the storm?

I just heard it's coming in
tomorrow night.

Honey, if I worried about
every storm that comes along,

I'd be as nervous as a long-tailed
cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.

(Chuckles)

I say, prepare for the worst
and stock up on the rum.

♪

(People speaking indistinctly)

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking
for Roxy Leblanc.

You found her.

Lou D'Alessandro.
Louie D's Bar And Grill.

We spoke on the phone.

Oh, right.
You want to buy the place.

I said I was interested, yes.

It's the best bar for miles.
Of course you'd be interested.

We have a live band that
plays three nights a week,

and Chief makes
the best gumbo anywhere,

so you'll want to keep him on
for sure.

- Hey, Chief, can you--
- No, that-- that won't be necessary.

All my restaurants use
the same standard menu.

Oh, y-you're a chain?

Three locations so far
and growing.

Plus, we use prerecorded music, so
that stage won't be necessary either.

I mean, you can take that out

and easily fit
three more tables, maybe four.

But the soldiers
love the music.

What soldiers?

Fort Marshall's closing.

♪

Oh, yeah.

I keep forgetting that part.

Yeah.

♪

(Tanya) Mr. Brodsky, you have
to take your heart medication.

I feel fine.

- And that's great, but you still
have to take-- - I said no!

Hey, what's the problem?

Oh, there's my girlfriend.
(Laughs)

It's time for Mr. Brodsky to take
his digoxin, but he refuses.

Gus, you need to listen
to specialist Gabriel.

What is she, 12?

She's a combat vet
just like you.

You're joking.

Afghanistan, 23rd airborne.
(Sighs)

The sooner you listen to her,
the sooner you get outta here.

Now take your pills.
That's an order.

Yes, ma'am.

(Woman) Hospital X-ray tech, ICU.

(Speaks indistinctly)

Thanks.
You're so good with him.

Oh, he just wants someone to
listen to him, like most patients.

What am I gonna do
when you're gone?

Get out of the army and finish
college, like we discussed.

You know what I mean.

You'll be fine.

I'm just a phone call away
if you need me, always.

(Gus) Nurse! Nurse!

He's all yours.

(Laughs)

(Indistinct conversations)

Pamela.

What are you doing on post?

IOC meeting. I was
filling in for my supervisor.

Oh, hurricane stuff, huh?

Yeah, uh, speaking of which, I
was at your house yesterday.

Looks like it's taken
a direct hit already.

Yeah, tell me about it.

You want my opinion?

Roxy's in major denial.

What are you talking about?

Well, I was the same way
before my first PCS.

Hell, I was hanging pictures
and buying houseplants

a week before we moved.

Well... (Sighs)

I know she's not happy
about it, but y--

She's stalling, Trevor.
You need to help.

Pack some boxes yourself,
get her going, and for God sake,

just pay someone
to clean the house.

You leave that to Roxy,

and the MPs will never
let you out of Fort Marshall.

I don't know.
Maybe that's her plan.

(Laughs) I gotta go.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Hums)

Roxy.

- Oh, hey, Claudia Joy.
- Hey.

We're still on for
Molly's party tomorrow, right?

Absolutely.

Actually, I'm here to
pick up a few more things.

Oh, good.

I cannot believe
she's a year old already.

I know.
Having a party yourself?

What?

That's a lot of groceries.

Oh, yeah.

It's just the weekly boatload.

- But you're moving in a few days.
- Mm-hmm.

Roxy, you do know you have to
leave your refrigerator clean

when you go, right?

Yeah.

Your house
has to pass inspection.

Which is the craziest thing
I've ever heard.

It's not like anyone's
gonna live in it again.

Well, we don't know what
will happen to the facility,

but the army has
a very detailed list

of things you have to do
before you move out.

I know--
Spackle the nail holes...

Repaint the walls, clean the
dirty carpets... (Laughs)

Remove grease stains
from the driveway.

It's ridiculous, and who's
got the time for that?

Well, um, I mean, you've known
about this for a while, right?

I know, and it'll get done.

You need help?

No, no, no, thanks.

I-I got it under control.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yes.

Okay. Scrape.

- Right.
- Bye.

Bye.

(Roxy) Trevor?

Back here.

You're home early.

What are you doing?

I am helping you out.
Okay, so we got three piles.

We got keep, donate, and toss.

Ugh!

Wh-what are you doing?

Thanks, but I don't need
your help.

- Yeah, but it-- - Trevor...
Um-- Look, I've got a system, okay?

I'm packing one room at a time.

Babe, nothing's ready.

That is not true.

I've just been reorganizing
a few things.

Just s-stop, stop.
Look at me.

You're overwhelmed.
I get it.

So let me help.

I am not overwhelmed.

If people would just quit
bugging me...

(Chuckles)

Okay.

So talk to me about the hump.

You had another buyer today,
right?

Total jerk.

Did he make an offer?

Yeah, but I turned him down.

What?

He wanted to lowball me.

Rox, it... Okay, in this economy
and with the post closing,

we're lucky to get any offers.

Well, I wouldn't have
sold to him anyway.

Why not?

Because he wanted to make
a lot of stupid changes.

Well, if the man buys it, he can
do whatever he wants with it.

Well, he wasn't gonna buy it,
so don't worry about it.

And I'm not gonna just give the
bar away, economy or no economy.

(Inhales deeply)

Well, I have some good news.

Mm-hmm.

I was looking online, and I found some
pretty nice homes near Fort Hope.

We can call about 'em tomorrow.

I told you,
I want to live on post.

And I've told you ten times,
that's probably not gonna happen.

We gotta be realistic.

Realistically, I think
the army owes us.

I mean, they're making us
give up everything here.

Roxy, the army
doesn't owe us anything.

Look, the truth is,
is we're moving to Fort Hope

in a few days,
and we're not ready.

We're not packed,
we need to find a home,

- and we gotta sell the hump bar.
- I know that.

Great. So what can I do
to help?

You can stop talking to me
like a child.

I told you, I'll handle it.

(Molly coos)

(Giggles)

You never knew him, Molly, but...
Mm, if Jeremy was still alive,

he would be very happy for you
on your birthday today.

(Chuckles) Ahh.

Yes, he would.

Mm.

He would've helped you
blow out the candles and...

Open your presents and...

Oh, D.

I just can't help thinking about
what it would be like if he hadn't--

Yeah.

(Sighs deeply)

Yeah, I do, too.

What a good brother he would've been...
(Chuckles)

(Fusses)

Husband... father.

(Inhales and exhales)

Well, he was a good son.

That's just
gonna have to be enough.

Come on, D.
We should go.

Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh.

No, just a little bit longer.

(Molly fusses)

(Whispers) Hey, babe.

(Fusses)

What's this?

I'm hosting Molly's birthday
party this afternoon, remember?

No.

Oh, I told you.

I'm sure you did.
(Chuckles)

Yes, now you need to do your job
and keep that hurricane away.

Latest intel is that we won't
get anything till late tonight.

How bad?

Don't know.
I'm hoping just showers.

Yeah, me, too.

Can you believe Molly
is 1 year old? (Laughs)

No.

I mean, think about where
we all were a year ago.

(Cell phone chirps)

I was in Afghanistan, Emmalin was
in high school... Claudia Joy?

Oh, sorry, honey.

Um, e-mail from Grace.

Grace Dennigan Shuster.
We went to Harvard Law together.

Right.

Well, she made a few calls
for me, and guess what.

There's an opening at Decker,
Alexy, and White in New York.

They want me to come in
for an interview.

That was fast.

I know. It's only
an interview, Michael.

But can you imagine,
living in Manhattan?

We'd be near Emmalin,
we could visit on weekends.

Eh, if we weren't too busy going to
Broadway shows and drinking champagne.

(Laughs) Michael.

I think it sounds great.
Seriously.

I'm also contacting
classmates in San Francisco.

We've always talked about
going there someday.

Mm.

I know where I'd like
to go right now.

Michael... I have a party to get ready
for, and you have to go to work.

I just want to go
on the record.

Noted.

How about we have a, um,
sidebar in chambers later?

(Laughs)

(Laughs)

Absolutely.

Hmm.

See you later.

All right.

Almost done.

Good, 'cause my arms
are killing me.

Mom, can I go to Byron's,
please?

Finn, you are like
a broken record.

But his mom said I could.

Finn, you can't.

We have Molly's birthday party
to go to.

Really, with this storm
coming in?

It's not supposed to hit
until tonight.

Besides, it's probably
gonna be a big nothing,

just like the last time we
went through all this nonsense.

Ahh.

Okay, that's it.

Ohh.

Now can you take me to Byron's?

Buddy, give it a rest.

But he's my best friend.

Mom, Finn's gonna drive
everyone nuts at the party.

I mean, Molly's just a baby.

She won't know
if he's there or not.

Take him.

Please.

(Tool whirring)

(Man) Nail those shutters.

I'd do it, but I told Colonel Sherwood
I'd help with the sandbag detail.

(Hammering,
man speaking indistinctly)

Okay, Finn.
I will take you.

Yes!

Whoo-hoo!

(Michael) Where are we
with Safe Haven plans?

All set, sir.

Arrangements have been made
for all aircraft

to be accommodated at Fort
Bliss and Fort Campbell.

Let's get 'em in the air.
I know it's early,

but I'd rather burn a little fuel
now than get caught later on.

Yes, sir.

What about post infrastructure?

Uh, 1st engineers
have provided materials

for all homes and buildings
to be boarded up.

We're also coordinating
with Charleston DWP.

To maintain the local grid.

Evacuation measures?

Well, since Fort Marshall is
sited above the flood plane,

we don't anticipate the need
to evacuate on-post personnel.

Nevertheless, we are staging
our gymnasiums and schools

as shelters for off-post personnel,
should the need arise.

Well, let's hope it doesn't.

Yes, sir.

(Children laughing)

(People speaking indistinctly)

(Molly fusses)

(Roland) Sara Elizabeth.

(Roxy) Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I had to drop Finn off at a
friend's house across the bridge.

(Baby-talk voice)
Happy birthday, birthday girl.

I hope you like it.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Aww. Thank you so much.

(Children laughing
and speaking indistinctly)

You all brought Molly
way too much.

Oh, don't be silly.
Babies are meant to be spoiled.

Thanks.

As long as they don't
grow up to be spoiled brats.

(Pamela) Well,
only army brats allowed.

Ugh. I do not want to hear
the word "army" right now.

What are we drinking?

Uh, lemonade.

- That's it?
(Pamela laughs) - Roxy.

Fine. Make mine a double.

Anything to take my mind
off this move.

Um, Roxy... we need to talk.

- About what?
- The move.

Why?

We know you're having problems.

(Children continue
speaking indistinctly)

Is this an intervention?

Pamela, what did you say?

Just that your PCS was coming
up, and you're not ready.

Yes, I am.
I'm just a little-- stressed?

Yes, exactly.
I'll get it together.

(Children continue
speaking indistinctly)

You know, studies show
that moving is

one of the top stressors
in a person's life.

Well, there you go.
See? No big deal.

We've all been there, Roxy.
We know how you feel.

Overwhelmed, frustrated.

Sad.

Hey, try angry, scared.

Roxy, you don't
have to pretend with us.

(Children continue
speaking indistinctly)

I'm gonna miss you guys
so much.

I've known
it was gonna happen for months.

I just... didn't want
to believe it.

(Children continue
speaking indistinctly)

Yeah, none of us did.

Well, we've been together
so long.

So tomorrow, we're coming over
to help you pack.

Yeah.
(Laughs)

And look at houses online
and schools for the boys.

And we'll clean out
your fridge.

(Chuckles)

(Cell phone chirps)

Sorry.

Oh, work.

(Second cell phone beeps)

(Beep)

I'm being recalled for duty.

Me, too. I have to go
to the hospital.

Why? What's going on?

The hurricane's turned.

It's coming sooner
than they thought.

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversations)

How are the kids?
They scared?

(Roland) No.
They're playing around.

How are you?

Still hoping
this thing veers away.

But we're ready.

As ready as we can be anyway.

Ma'am?

Gotta go.

Tell the kids mommy loves them.

Will do.

Be safe, roland.

You, too, Colonel.

I understand. Yes.

Okay, I love you, too.

All right, Michael says we have a
few hours before the storm hits.

Good. I'll call you
from the hospital.

All right.

Okay. Happy birthday,
sweetheart. Mwah.

(Baby-talk voice) Mommy will
come home as soon as she can.

(Claudia Joy and Denise) Aw.

Don't worry.
We'll have fun.

(Normal voice) Thank you.

- Right? Yes, sir. Bye.
(Pamela) - Hey, Rox.

- Mm-hmm.
- Can the kids stay with you?

Of course. I just have to
pick Finn up first.

Are you sure that's a good idea,
Rox, with the traffic and all?

I mean, why don't you just pick him
up once this thing blows through?

No way. I'm getting my son
before all hell breaks loose.

They can all stay with me
till Roxy gets back.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, I'll stay, too.

Great. Thanks, roland.

You hear that, you two?

You're gonna stay
at Mrs. Holden's for now,

so I'm expecting a good report.

The same goes for you.

(Sighs) Mom,
I want to go with you.

I want to see the storm.

We will watch it at home on TV.

Meanwhile, you're the oldest,
so I expect you to help out.

Yes, ma'am.

Okay. I'll be back
before you know it.

When will you be back?

Uh, I don't know, sweetheart.

People need help when there's a bad
storm, so it could be a while.

Okay? Give me big kiss.

Bye.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Okay. Who wants some cake?

(David, Lucas, and Katie) - I do.
- Let's go.

You want some cake?
Want some cake?

Want some cake?
You want some cake?

(Roland) Ahh.

Want some cake, too?
Yeah?

(Wind roaring)

(Babbles)

(Lightning cracks)

General, you know Major Dobbs
of the National Guard.

- Nice to see you again.
- Thank you, sir.

I was just informed that
the Governor has called up

an additional 2,000 troops.

There's been some
serious flooding in Beaufort.

Roger that.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Computers and monitors beeping)

In the IOC!

At this time, all nonessential
personnel are encouraged to go home.

Everyone else, I suggest you
let your loved ones know

you won't be home
for the duration of the storm.

(Lightning crashes)

(Indistinct conversations)

Hey, what's going on?
Where are you taking me?

What-- what are you doing?

C-can you answer my question?
Where are you taking me?

What-- what-- Hey, you--
You can't leave me here.

- Gus.
- Hey, somebody help!

- Gus, Gus, it's me.
- Help. What?

- Hey.
- What?

- Look--
- What's happening?

We got a big storm
coming in-- A hurricane.

- A hurricane?
- Now relax.

I'm sure it's gonna be okay,
but as a precaution,

we're moving everyone
away from the windows.

So just try to get some rest.

- Okay.
- All right?

- Okay. Yeah.
- I'll be back to check on you soon.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

Well, this is interesting.

- You okay?
- I hate hurricanes.

Had 'em all the time
in Florida.

Well, don't worry.
We've got backup generators,

and Mercer's one of the safest
places to be right now.

Right.

Try not to think about it.

How?

Well, you focus on your training--
Prepare, organize, anticipate.

And if that doesn't work, pray.

I've been doing that.

Keep it up.

(Lightning crashes)

(Man speaks indistinctly)

Hey, Riley, give me a hand!

(Man) There's more bags here
for you!

(Man) Grab 'em, quick.

(Man) Let's get that
area right now.

- We need to shore this up.
- Back to work.

All right, that's it!

Let's pack up
and get home! Go!

(Man shouts indistinctly)
Go! Go! Go!

(Woman) The city of Charleston
is under a flash flood warning

as hurricane Nina
approaches the coast.

These shots were taken just
minutes ago in Beaufort,

70 miles south of Charleston.

Early reports are that

several funnel clouds
were spotted in the area,

hampering evacuation efforts.

Residents are advised
to seek shelter immediately.

Okay, I think
that's enough for now.

- Hey, why don't we play a game?
- Yeah.

When is my mom gonna be back?

(Wind howling)

Um, let me call and check.

(Rainfall)

(Wind continues howling)

(Thunder rumbles)
(All-circuits-busy tone beeping)

All circuits busy.
I'll try again later. (Beeps)

That's pretty standard.

Everybody's trying to call out
during a big storm.

Hey. Don't worry, TJ.
I bet your mom's fine.

Wow. It sounds
really bad out there.

(Lightning crashes,
electricity crackles)

- What's happening?
- Dad?

- I'm right here, David.
(Claudia Joy) - Stay still, everyone.

- I've got a flashlight here.
- It's just a little per outage.

Everything's fine.
Everybody okay?

- Okay. - There's nothing to be
scared of. It's just a little darkness.

I have more flashlights
in the kitchen, and candles.

Come on.
Follow me.

Candles? Cool.
It'll be like camping out.

For how long?

Until the power gets back.

When will that be?

Soon.

(Crashes)

(Wind roaring)

(Man) All units, be advised,
due to hazardous conditions,

you are ordered
to seek shelter immediately.

Repeat, all units,
seek shelter immediately. Over.

7-3-5, dispatch, I copy.

Out.

(Thunder rumbling)

About damn time.

(Cell phone beeps)

(Cell phone rings)

Pamela?

Hey, where are you?

I-I don't know exactly.

I-I had to take a detour.

You're still on the road?

I thought you'd be home by now.

Yeah, so did I. I-- There was traffic,
and the Colfax bridge is out.

There's a hurricane going on,
if you haven't heard.

Yeah, I know.

You need to get off
the road. I mean it.

I'm-- I'm trying. I'm-- I'm
headed back to Byron's house.

Well, where are you exactly?

I-I don't know.

Um... oh, okay.
There's a sign.

Uh, uh, Laurelgrove
near Belle Lake.

- Mom, look out!
- I think it's by--

Oh, my God!
(Tires squeal)

Roxy?

Roxy?

(Crackling and sizzling)

7-3-5, dispatch.

I'm responding to
Laurelgrove and Belle Lake

for an unknown
medical emergency.

Possible vehicle collision
with injuries.

Send fire and EMS.

(Man) 7-3-5,
no one is available.

All personnel have been ordered
off the streets.

Dispatch, I may have multiple
injuries-- A woman and a young child.

7-3-5, first responders are not being
dispatched during the hurricane.

You are advised
to seek shelter now.

The hell with that.

(Engine turns over)

(Siren wailing)

(Crashes)

(Sizzling and crackling)

Finn, are you okay?

Are you hurt?

I'm stuck.

(Grunting)

But nothing hurts, right?

I lost my glasses.

That's okay.
We'll find 'em later.

I just gotta get you
out of this van.

(Grunts) Mom.
(Grunts)

Help me.

(Both grunt)

I'm trying.
It's-- it's jammed.

Can you call dad?
(Grunts)

Baby, I have no idea
where my phone is.

(Panting) Mom!

Don't be scared, okay?
Don't be scared.

- I'm gonna get you outta here.
- How?

(Thunder rumbling)

Uh, I'll think of something.

Okay, I'm gonna go outside,
okay?

No, don't go!

No, baby, I have to.
I gotta go get help.

Don't leave.

I'm ju-- I'm just gonna go
right outside, okay?

I will not go far.

Promise?

I-I cross my heart. Okay?

- Okay.
- You'll be all right.

(Sighs and pants)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Wind howling)

(Crackles and sizzles)

Roxy!

Roxy!

(Lucky whines)

Boys!

(Whines)

(Crackling and sizzling)

Ugh!

(Crackling and sizzling
continue)

(Grunts)

(Crackling and sizzling
continue)

Ugh. (Whispers) God.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Siren wailing)

Finn, someone's here!

Hey! Hey!

(Wailing continues)

(Tires squeal)

(Turns siren off)

(Power line
crackling and sizzling)

- Pamela?!
- Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.
It's Finn.

He's seat belt is stuck, and
there's gasoline all over--

Okay, I'll be right back.

(Crackling and sizzling
continue)

(Roxy) Finn!

Mrs. Moran's here!
She's gonna help!

(Sighs)

Aah.

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

All right.

Got it. Stand back.
Get back.

Okay, okay.
Okay.

(Crackling and sizzling
continue)

Hurry! Please hurry!

Okay, don't worry, Finn.
I'm gonna cut the seat belt

and get you outta here,
okay? All right.

All right. Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

(Crackling and sizzling
continue)

Come here, baby.
Come here. Come here.

Do that later. Move!

Go. Go. This side.
That way.

(Crackling and sizzling
continue)

In the car.

Okay, hang on.
(Engine turns over)

(Tires squealing)

(Crackles and sizzles)

(Tires squeal)

(Booms)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Pamela) Trevor.

Where are they?

Over there.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Hey.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

You okay?

Mm-hmm.

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey, dad.

How you doing?

- Okay.
- How's he doing?

Well, he's pretty lucky
from what I can gather.

I mean, he's got some minor
abrasions, but nothing serious.

You can take him home
as soon as this is over.

(Sighs) Thank you.

Thank you so much.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

Come here.

Oh. (Kisses)

(Thunder rumbles)

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

(Mouths words)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Monitor emitting
continuous tone)

Mr. Brodsky?

(Tone continues)

He's in V-tach.
No pulse.

All right. Grab the cart.
I'll start CPR.

(Tone stops)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

- It's not here!
- What?

The defibrillator.
It's gone.

- How could it be gone?
- I don't know.

It was here earlier.
I checked it myself.

Okay, okay, just take over.

I saw one upstairs.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

- Stephanie.
- I'll be right there.

(Woman speaking indistinctly on TV)

(Lightning cracks)

(Wind howling)