Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 22 - Domestic Maneuvers - full transcript

Previously on Army Wives...

I wanna get pregnant.

Do you want to go
with a sperm donor?

My orders came in.

We're reported to
come in 30 days.

Oh, my God! Kevin! You okay?

I'm not getting any better.

Nobody's got the
guts to tell me.

I don't think that's so.

Face it, Jackie.

I'm through.



If I don't kick this,

I'm-a die.

Marcus came to me for help.

What kind of help?

He's back on drugs.

No! We are not doing this.

I don't want that man
anywhere near my family.

Do you understand?

I want him gone.

Gone!

Hey, Joan, wake up.

You were having a bad dream.
You okay?

Yeah.

Go back to sleep.



All right.

What were you dreaming
about last night?

You remember?

No.

Shouldn't you be on
your way to Piedmont?

Hmm.

Don't want Marcus to
miss his breakfast.

It's been three days, Joan.

How long are you
planning on staying mad?

How long you planning
on treating Marcus?

We've been over this.

Yeah, it doesn't change the fact

that you are housing
a drug addict.

- I'm treating a patient.
- It won't last, Roland.

The man's a time bomb.

Sometimes, I think that's
what you want to happen.

Wrong.

I am being realistic.

And I don't understand how
you could trust Marcus

for even one second.

'Cause I think
there's good there.

That's why.

And he's blood, Joan.
He fathered our son.

He is playing you, and
you are falling for it.

You're putting our
family at risk.

Family's not involved.

Wake up.

The only reason he is
here is to see David.

That's not true. He doesn't
want to see David like this.

That's what he says.

What he does is
something different.

I'm through arguing about this.

Truck stop's a done deal.

Good.

Yeah. Shady and I both
come out looking good.

Glad to hear it. Hey, guys.

How's everybody
doing this morning?

Don't pick them up, please.
They're being good.

I wasn't gonna pick 'em up.

Really? You weren't?

Okay, maybe I was.

Okay, that's done.

Only one thing left.

Yeah.

Rox, we still need to sell The
Hump bar before we leave.

I know, and I've got a buyer.

Really?

Yeah. The same creep
who wanted to buy

the last time we thought
we were PCSing.

Oh, the guy with the
restaurant chains?

And it kills me,

but like you said,
we gotta sell.

Well, let's be honest.

You wouldn't want to
sell The Hump to anyone.

No, I wouldn't.

There's a lot of me
tied to that bar,

a lot of us.

Things change.

I know. It doesn't make
it any easier, though.

Scrambled eggs and wheat toast.

Thanks.

You know, you don't gotta
keep bringing me food.

It's the only way I can
be sure you're eating.

Well, in that case, how about
a breakfast burrito tomorrow?

Well, it sounds like your
stomach's doing better.

Yeah, the rest of me, too.

That methadone works.

With the right attitude.

Hey, uh, I heard from
a rehab facility

in Jacksonville, Florida.
They got an opening.

Florida? I thought I
was going to Vermont.

Well, Jacksonville
can take you sooner.

How much sooner?

They'll be ready in three days.

Three days?

Well, that's a whole lot
better than three weeks.

For all of us.

Colonel Burton on your ass, huh?

That's between me
and Colonel Burton.

Well, three days... I can do
that with my eyes closed.

How long's the program?

90 days, just like
the other one.

And when it's done?

It's up to you.

I'm-a put this junk behind
me once and for all, doc.

Then I'm-a come back,

make a fresh start,

put myself in a good place
to see David again.

One day at a time.

Right.

Hi, mom.

Sophie.

You're still mad.

We told you, this
isn't a good time.

Well, I'm here.

Your father's in no
mood for any visitors.

I'm not a visitor.

I'm his daughter and
I want to see him.

Well, you could've given
us a little more warning

than just a phone call
from the airport.

Why, so you could try
to talk me out of it?

Your father made it very clear
that he wants his privacy.

Fine. So you're off the hook.

This is all on me. Now can
I go see him, please?

Kevin.

Hi, daddy.

Hey, squirt.

Um... I-I know you
said not to come,

but I... just really
wanted to see you.

Well, here I am.

Are you doing any better?

You mean, can I move my legs?

No.

Well, you just need more time.

Possibly.

How's school?

Um, good. Good.

I'm doing an independent
study in history class

about the Japanese
rule of Taiwan,

1895 to...

Um, to 1945, and it's
actually really interesting.

I'm sorry, Sophie. I have
work I have to get finished.

Okay.

I'll just... I'll tell
you about it later then.

Okay.

You'll have to
forgive your father.

He's dealing with a lot.

I'm fine.

That's my final offer.

Um, no, Lou. I
don't think it is.

Oh, come on. That's double
what I offered last time.

Yeah, last time, Fort
Marshall was closing.

Okay.

And you keep Chief on
for at least a year.

No way. I hire my own people.

No Chief, no deal.

He has to serve
my food, my menu.

Okay.

Fine, but I'm done negotiating.

Do we have a deal?

Roxy?

Deal.

Aw, cute picture.

What kind of cake?

Coconut. It was good, too.

Mmm.

Oh, there's Joan and Roland,

David, Sara Elizabeth. So sweet.

Oh, I wish we
could've been there.

Oh, we knew not everyone
could make it to DC, sir.

Which is why we're
having a reception here.

At some point.

Can I recover from the
wedding first, please?

The woman is
tireless on the job,

but get her out of uniform, and
she completely falls apart.

Not true, but I must say

that I find civilian life
much more exhausting.

Roger that.

- I'm just glad that
we could have you

over to celebrate.
- Yeah, absolutely.

We really appreciate it. Yeah.

- Coffee, anyone?
- Decaf?

- Mm.
- Sure. Charlie?

Can't. Decaf still has
trace amounts of caffeine.

Reduces the chances
of conceiving.

Right. How's that going?

It's not.

What she means is, it's slow.

Way slow.

It's been six months.

But the doctor said it
could take a while.

Mm.

Ooh. Somebody's bedtime.

Can I give you a hand?

Oh, sure.

Yes, yes, let's go, pumpkin.

Here we go. Here we go.
Here we go.

Ohh.

Boom, boom, boom, boom. Want
to take your spoon to bed?

Wow. Looks like someone's
really itching

to have herself a little one.

You have no idea, sir.

I mean, it scares me sometimes,
how intense she is about it.

Well, if it's meant
to be, it'll be.

Good night, sweet pea.

She is so adorable.

Don't worry.

Your time will come.

I just wish it would hurry
up and happen already.

I'm trying every fertility
tip under the sun.

Yeah, like what?

Well, I've given up
alcohol and caffeine,

mm, I get nine hours
of sleep every night,

I eat plenty of yams,
kelp, flaxseed.

Not the most exciting
menu, but when it works,

it will be totally worth it.

Okay, but you know that

there's no scientific basis
for a lot of that, right?

No, I know.

There are a lot of
old wives tales

when it comes to pregnancy.

But here's what I
think, Denise...

Those old wives...

They all had a lot of babies.

Yeah.

Well, good luck.

Are you through?

Thank you.

You hardly ate anything.

I wasn't very hungry.

Look, I know you didn't
want Sophie to come,

but you should spend a
little time with her.

General Fleming called.

- About what?
- To see how I was doing.

Well, that was nice.

No, it wasn't.

He was calling to confirm
my lack of progress.

Putting me on notice,

the Pentagon's aware
I'm not improving.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

You lose your
first-string quarterback,

you wait a couple of days,
you get yourself a new one.

That's the way the
game is played.

They'd really remove you
from Division Command...

So soon?

They would and they will.

Rumors are already
getting around

about who's gonna replace me.

Oh...

I know. I've heard 'em.

But that's assuming
you don't improve.

Well, I'd say that's a pretty
reasonable assumption,

wouldn't you?

No, I wouldn't.

I have shown zero progress.

Zero.

Okay.

Say the worst happens,

they reassign you.

There are plenty of other
positions for a 2-star.

- Not for me.
- Kevin...

Jackie, I am a
Division Commander.

I have led troops in battle.

I won't give that
up for a desk job.

I can't.

So what will you do?

I don't know.

I've got some good news.

It's about Marcus.

"Good news" and "Marcus"

don't belong in the
same sentence.

He's leaving.

I'm listening.

In three days. Rehab
program in Florida.

For how long?

Three months.

Well, good riddance.

Wait. Um...

What happens after his
three months are up?

Assuming he gets clean, he
can go wherever he wants.

Meaning he's coming back here.

Don't know that.

We can't control his
movements, Joan.

Well, did you tell him he
could see David again?

No, but I didn't
rule it out, either.

Roland...

I told him it'd be
one step at a time.

No, it won't.

I don't want that man near
this family ever again.

What is it about that
you don't understand?

Hey, Joan.

Where are you going?

We're out of coffee.

Wyatt was getting
a little fussy.

What's that?

The deed to The Hump.

You having seller's remorse?

Big-time.

We're selling, Rox.

I know.

It's just a little hard to let go.
That's all.

Yeah.

Okay, buddy. Hold on.
I think he's hungry.

Okay. I'll feed him upstairs.

You're doing the
right thing, babe.

Is that you, doc?

Hey, Colonel.

We need to get
something straight.

You may have fooled my husband,

but you don't fool me.

I ain't tryin' to fool nobody.

You put my family
through hell once.

It's not gonna happen again.

I know who you are and
how you're gonna end up.

You don't know...

Yes, I do.

You're an addict.

You're gonna fall down again.

And when you do,

you will betray
everyone around you.

Now listen here...

No, you listen.

I don't care how many
programs you go through,

you will never see David again.

Do you understand me?

Not next month, next year.

Not ever.

Hey, Marcus.

Got that, uh, breakfast
burrito you were asking for.

Marcus.

Marcus, come here.

Marcus.

Hey.

Marcus OD'd.

What?

Uh, yeah.

I came in this morning,

and he was passed
out in my office

with a needle in his hand.

Joan?

Is he dead?

No.

I couldn't find a pulse.
He was barely breathing.

So I performed CPR till
the paramedics arrived.

Where is he now?

County General.

They're, uh...

Doing tests to see if he
has any permanent damage.

Uh, can you pick up David
at the YAC this afternoon?

Of course I will.

I don't understand.

He was... doing so well.

I guess you were right
about Marcus after all.

Guess so.

I've never seen him this way...

Staring out the window,
never leaving the house.

Clearly, he's depressed.

He's worried about
losing his command, too.

He told me so.

And what about rehab? I
thought he was so gung ho.

He's lost hope. He just goes
through the motions now.

I'm sorry.

And Kevin's like a thoroughbred.

If he can't run,
he feels useless.

Have you considered counseling?

I-I could talk to Roland.

He'd never go for that. He's
so old school that way.

I mean, he supports psychiatric
programs for his troops,

but for himself...

Mm. All the more
reason to get help.

I know, but he'd
bite my head off.

I can't bear to see
him like this.

He could still improve, Jackie.

What if he doesn't?

I mean, I-I don't know who
Kevin is out of uniform.

I don't think he does either.

I mean, it's not like he has
any hobbies or anything.

He's... The army has
been his entire life.

And what about you?

I don't know.

And that scares me, too.

I've devoted half my life
to being an officer's wife.

I don't know what comes next.

I didn't think I'd have
to worry about it yet.

Mm. It's tough.

But we all know we're gonna
leave the army someday.

True, but...

Kevin always thought
he'd go out on top...

Flags waving, bands playing.

We both did.

I never imagined he'd be
leaving through the back door

in a wheelchair.

Maybe it's a faulty test.

Honey, why don't you
try another one?

That was my third one.

I'm not pregnant, Nikki.

And I was so sure
this time, too.

Maybe I should increase
my intake of omega-3s.

What do you think?

Or I could try dandelion root.

Sounds a bit medieval.

After the next procedure,
I'm elevating my hips

for three hours instead of one.

That's for sure.

What?

Nothing.

Maybe it's time we
reexamine our game plan.

What are you talking about?

I reexamine my game
plan every few days.

Well, maybe it's time to
play a different game.

What do you think about
focusing on adoption?

We agreed on a biological child.

I know, but look at
what it's doing to you.

What is it doing to me?

Making you crazy.

Okay, so it's making me crazy,

watching you put yourself
through all this.

- I can handle it.
- Can you?

Because I see this
eating you up.

I really want this, Nikki.

I know you do, Charlie...

And I'm not giving up.

And I'm not asking you to.

I'm just suggesting we
open a second front.

No. I know what'll happen.

Soon, we'll forget
about insemination.

You may be ready to
quit, but I'm not.

- Charlie...
- I'm not.

Crystal, your drinks are up.

I got it, boss.

Gloria!

Oh, Roxy!

- Aw.
- Mm.

God, I've missed you.

Me, too.

What are you doing here?

I'm back.

Well, what do you mean?

Do you mean, like,
you're "back" back?

Yeah.

Well, you said you
missed your family.

I do. I did.

But you know what?

I missed being here even more.

So you want me to start back
on the old schedule tomorrow?

Sure.

Um...

You know what? Let...
Let's go sit down.

Nah, I'm okay right here.

What's going on, Rox?

Um...

I am... Selling The Hump bar.

We got PCS'd.

Oh.

I was gonna call.

It's everything that
Trevor hoped for.

2nd Ranger Battalion,

Fort Lewis in
Tacoma, Washington.

Right.

Congratulations.

Gloria, I'm so sorry.

Hey, it's cool.

We all gotta do what
we gotta do, right?

Yeah, I know. I just...

I feel terrible.

Don't.

You didn't do anything wrong.

And don't worry about me.

What is it you always say?

I'll figure it out.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

How long I need to be here, man?

They want to keep you
overnight for observation.

Talked to the
Jacksonville program.

They're gonna hold on to
your bed for an extra day.

There's no point in that.

Why not?

- 'Cause I ain't goin'.
- Hey, Marcus...

Look, man, I don't
want it no more.

A'ight?

You can tell 'em, they
can have their damn bed.

Look, you get some rest,

give the methadone a chance
to start working again.

You'll feel different.

No, I won't.

Just try anyway.

What are you doing here?

How's Marcus?

Medically, he's fine.

Emotionally, he's a wreck.

He doesn't want to
go to rehab anymore.

I don't get it.

Roland...

This is my fault.

What are you talking about?

Uh, last night, I
didn't go for coffee.

I went to Piedmont
to see Marcus.

What?

I told him, no
matter what he did,

he would never see David again.

Why would you do that?

You took away his hope, Joan,

everything he was living for.

I was trying to protect our son.

No, you interfered
with my patient.

You derailed his recovery.

I can't believe you did that.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand why
you'd behave that way.

It's not like you.

Maybe it is.

There's something
I've never told you.

I've never told anyone.

I used drugs in high school.

What drugs?

Pot mostly.

I know.

It doesn't fit the image.

I had this boyfriend...

Dwayne.

He got me into it.

I was 15, in love...

I didn't see anything
wrong with it.

But Dwayne wanted to...

Move up to something harder,
looking for a bigger rush.

And he found it in heroin.

I was scared.

I begged him to stop.

He said he would, for me.

And... and he did for a while.

Then one day, he didn't
show up at school.

I knew where he liked
to shoot up...

An abandoned building
by the El tracks.

Dwayne.

Dwayne!

I... I found him.

He was dead.

OD.

I'm sorry.

I-I was lost after that.

I-I thought about drugs,

suicide...

And that's when you
turned to sports.

Coach Evans saved my life.

He gave me hope...

Showed me a world
beyond the projects.

He challenged me to be

better than I was...

Made me believe I
could be somebody...

He taught me...

Discipline, commitment,

helped me get an
ROTC scholarship.

I've told you, I owe
everything to that man,

and I've tried to live
up to what he taught me.

And you have, Joan.

Marcus just...

Brings all that time...

Back to me...

Who I was...

What happened.

I try to shut the
door on it, but...

It all comes rushing in on me.

I-I can't help it.

I get it.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You want me to make her
assistant manager?

That's right.

It says here, this
is her first job.

I also worked at my uncle's
bodega in the Bronx.

Uh-huh.

You only went to high school?

My management candidates
need a college degree.

Why?

Because the job requires a
certain skill set, Roxy.

She has it in spades.

She ran this place by herself
when I had my twins.

That was your place. My place
is gonna be different.

Give me a break. How
different can it be?

You'd be surprised.

I'm a hard worker, and
I'm willing to learn.

Okay. Well, put in

an application for
hostess, okay?

If things work out, we could
move you up to waitress.

Oh, no. Come on. Lou...

Look, I already did you a favor

with the beanpole
you call a chef.

Sorry.

Well, at least I got work for
another two weeks, right?

Look, Gloria...

It's okay. You tried.

We gotta set up for the day.

Charlie?

I don't feel so good.

Okay. Uh, I need a gurney.

Yes, right away.

Hey.

Hey, Nicole.

What happened?

I got dizzy.

She had an allergic reaction

to some Chinese herbs she took.

What?

A fertility tea I got
off the Internet.

Oh, Charlie.

What was in it?

We don't know.

It's not FDA approved,
so we're not sure

exactly what caused
the reaction.

But Benadryl and prednisone
seem to be taking care of it.

Thank goodness.

What were you thinking?

Um, having a baby?

Okay, I'll go check on
your discharge papers.

- Thank you, Denise.
- Yes, thank you.

Sure.

I know.

You told me I was putting too
much pressure on myself.

You were right.

Maybe it's time
we talk adoption.

Excellent, Frank.
That's it for now.

Ooh-ah.

Oh, sir, I was, uh,
I was wondering

if you'd like to join us tonight
for a home-cooked meal.

Well, that's awfully
nice of you.

Well, Denise and Claudia
Joy have been talkin',

and well, our intel is that
you're not much of a cook.

That's your wife's
words, sir, not mine.

I appreciate it, but I'm afraid
I have to work late tonight.

All right. We'll call
it a rain check, then.

Thank you.

Frank.

You ever work with Jack Booth?

- General Booth, sir?
- Yeah.

No, sir. No, sir. But
I hear good things.

- Yeah.
- Why?

Just asking.

Is he gonna take over for
General Clarke, sir?

The usual succession planning.

Let's hope it doesn't
come to that.

Roger that, sir.

Thank you.

Sophie bought you something
at the mall today.

Do you want to give it to him?

I haven't wrapped it yet.

I don't think your
father will mind.

What is this?

A water bottle.

I thought it would be nice
to have for your rehab.

"Hang in there."

Thanks.

You know, dad, they say
a positive attitude

is an important
part of recovery.

Really?

Is that what they say?

Kevin...

No.

I told her not to come.

Now that she's here, I'm not
gonna lie for her benefit.

Sophie...

I have a spine injury.

And some little ch...

Excuse me.

I thought it would cheer him up.

What is wrong with you?

Your daughter gives you a gift,

and you can barely
say, "thank you"?

- That was out of line.
- What?

Handing me this...
childish nonsense...

- "Hang in there."
- She thought it was cute.

Well, it's not gonna
make anything better.

She's 16, and she's
worried about you!

Well, so is Patrick, all right?

But he respected my wishes,
and he stayed at West Point.

Daughters are different,
or haven't you noticed?

Well, I'm sorry.

I have a couple of things
on my mind right now.

I don't care.

That doesn't give you the right
to treat Sophie like dirt.

You want to take it out on
somebody, take it out on me.

I'm used to it.

But don't you dare take
it out on our daughter.

You want to feel sorry for yourself?
Go ahead.

But Sophie came here
against our wishes,

hating to be here
with her own mother,

just to cheer you up.

You think about that.

I thought maybe you'd
like some tea?

It's chamomile.

That's your favorite, right?

Mom.

I'm sorry, mom.

Yeah?

Uh... thanks...

For getting me the new job.

You're welcome.

I'm not gonna take it.

What?

Yeah, I'm gonna move on.

Why?

The new guy's a scumbag.

Granted, but...

His meals come prefab

and he uses frozen seafood
instead of fresh.

It's still a good job, Chief.

I got a no-scumbag rule, boss.

I'll stay on till you leave.

Then it's sayonara.

Thanks anyway.

Okay.

Sorry, Lou. Deal's off.

What?

Yeah. I changed my mind.
I'm not selling.

You can't do that.

- Why? I never signed anything.
- Yeah, but we shook on it.

Yes, but I had an escape clause.

What clause?

The no-scumbag clause.

If you try to back
out of this now,

I'm going straight to my lawyer.

Well, you better skedaddle then,

'cause I'm backing out.

Bye.

What just happened?

I just made you manager.

What?

Listen, the former
owner of this bar

took a chance on me once.

Now I'm gonna do
the same for you.

Rox, I can't afford
to buy this place.

I know.

I'm gonna hold on to it for now,

and you'll manage it for me.

Really?

You think I can do it?

I know you can do it.

Well, that was good.

Mmm. Yeah.

You know, we didn't
have to go out, Frank.

Oh, I know.

But since the General couldn't
make it to the house,

I thought, why not take
the most beautiful woman

in Charleston out
for dinner, right?

- Mm. And I thank you.
- Mm.

What?

Didn't you say Michael was
working late tonight?

Well, yeah. That's what he told me.
Why?

Who's he with?

I have no idea.

Let's go.

Frank...

D, keep moving.

You have to talk to Michael.

- Oh, D.
- I'm serious, Frank.

How am I supposed to bring
something like this up

to a Corps Commander?

Well, how do you not mention it

to the husband of
my best friend?

Oh, lord.

Well, if you don't
talk to Michael,

then I'll have to
call Claudia Joy.

No, you don't.

- Uh, yes, I do.
- D, I am sure that

there is a perfectly
innocent explanation.

Well, I hope so, but
you have to get it.

Right.

I'm taking Sophie
to the airport.

Right.

Bye, dad.

Hey.

Come here and give
your father a hug.

Thanks for this.

You're welcome.

I want to apologize
for the way I acted.

It's okay.

No. Not okay.

But it'll have to do.

Well, just...

Promise me you won't give up.

I promise.

Do you have your ticket?

Right here.

Oh, right. Of course.

Um, well...

Keep me posted about dad.

I will.

Have a safe trip.

Mom...

Um...

I've been thinking
about colleges,

and I would really like
to give Brown a look.

You think maybe you
could come with me?

Absolutely.

Cool.

- Bye.
- Bye.

May I, uh...

I want to apologize.

I should never have
said what I did.

You're just tellin'
it like it is.

No, Marcus. That's
not how it is.

What I said about you
not seeing David...

That wasn't right.

It's not fair to you, and
it's not fair to David.

Look...

You go to Jacksonville

and you make it through rehab.

And we'll all be here for
you when you get back.

All of you?

I want you to beat this.

I want you to be able
to see your son.

Well, all right, then.

Come in, Frank.

You got a minute, sir?

Yeah. What's on your mind?

Uh, well, sir, it...
It's personal.

Um...

Well, when you couldn't join
us last night for dinner,

uh, I took... I took
Denise out for dinner.

And, um, as we were
walking back to the car,

we noticed you at a restaurant with a...
with a companion.

I see.

I don't, uh, I don't
mean to pry, sir, but...

Seeing as how our wives
are best friends and all,

if I don't come home with some
sort of explanation, it's, uh...

Close the door, Frank.