Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 6, Episode 4 - Learning Curve - full transcript

Previously on Army Wives...

We're moving to California.

Mm.

Ahh.

I'm Charlie.
Short for Charlotte.

Welcome to
the youth activity center.

Oh, my God. Jackie.

Oh, please, go on.

Everyone,
we have a special guest--

Jacqueline Clarke, the wife
of General Kevin Clarke.

She interrupts the FRG meeting,



draws attention to herself.

Now I wonder if it all wasn't
just a little orchestrated.

Have you considered
some sort of concert?

At Fort Hope, we held
a backyard fund-raiser

with Craig Morgan.

- What a great idea. - Yeah.
- Yeah.

You and Clarke
are competing for a third star.

All I'm saying is, I want you
to get everything you deserve.

I don't want anything
or anyone getting in your way.

Hanging in there?

Yeah.

I don't want you to push it
after your accident.

No, no, I'm okay.
You do this every day?

Rain or shine.



I just go 3 miles.
Kevin does 10.

He still leaves his officers
in the dust.

Amazing.

Hey, how's the concert coming?

Great. I talked
to Craig last night.

He flies in tomorrow.

I still can't believe
we're gonna hear Craig Morgan

in your front yard.

If there's anything I can do...

Actually...

I'm having lunch today
with some old Charleston money,

trying to sell
some more tables.

You want to join me?

Oh, I would love to,
but, oh, I have a lunch.

I could really use the help.

And it wouldn't hurt to
ratchet up your visibility,

and Frank's.

Mm. Well, thank you,

but I-- It's with Claudia Joy
and a few others.

Your usual group?

Exactly.

Okay.

Last mile?

- Sure.
- Okay.

Come on.

Okay.

Hey.

Guess who I saw
out jogging this morning.

Who?

- Denise.
- Mm.

She was out running
with Jackie Clarke.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

You should join 'em,
Claudia Joy.

I'll stick with my yoga
and pilates, thank you.

Right.

Mwah.
I better get moving.

You got my memo?

I did.
Much appreciated.

I just thought it would help
to know how we ran things

under the 23rd.

Oh, absolutely. Michael,
we have a very similar approach.

There was one policy we had,
though, at Fort Hope

that I would like
to implement here.

What's that?

We'd arrange
the training schedule so that

soldiers could be released early
on Friday afternoons

to be with their families,
where possible, of course.

- That makes sense.
- Let 'em out early on a Friday,

they come back fired up
on Monday.

- I appreciate the heads-up.
- One other thing.

We should, uh, expand
our urban terrain facility.

Build it out
another four blocks,

add video cameras,
improve the catwalks--

Really bring it
up to state-of-the-art.

Expensive.

But necessary.

I want the 32nd to be

the most versatile combat
division in the army.

Now with permission,

I'd like to run the idea
up the flagpole at TRADOC.

The chief of staff is a friend.

Granted. Keep me posted.

Will do.

Okay. To Pamela.

Mm.

To Pamela.

Yeah.

- Gone, but not forgotten.
- Yes.

Hardly. I talk to her
every night.

- Yeah?
- And?

- Awful news.
- Hmm?

She loves California.

- Psst.
- Aw.

Oh, Roxy.

Well, I was hoping
she would hate it.

Oh, it's good she's happy.

I just don't like it
that she's gone.

I'm glad I have the new house
to distract me.

- Mm.
- How's that going?

It's a disaster.
Boxes everywhere.

I swear,
they multiply at night.

Mm. I know how you feel.

And Trevor's no help.

I mean, he's busier than ever
now that he's Platoon Commander.

- Leader.
- Platoon Leader.

Whatever.

Yeah, Frank is swamped, too.

With all the new families
from Fort Hope,

I barely get to see Joan
these days.

What about you, Claudia Joy?

What is like to be the wife
of the Corps Commander?

Acting Corps Commander.

So far, so good.

What is this acting stuff?

I thought Michael was
in charge of everything.

Corps Commander
is a three-star position.

And Michael only has two.

To keep the job, the promotion
board has to recommend him,

and the Senate
has to confirm him.

Well, hell. Who else
are they gonna give it to?

Kevin Clarke, possibly.

Get out.

What's wrong with the Clarkes?

Barbie and Ken? I saw them
walking around the other day.

Mnh-mnh. Don't like 'em.

Why not?

Because I am Team Holden
all the way.

I don't root for anyone else.

Oh, Roxy, that's sweet.
Thank you.

But, uh, it's not the way
things work in the army.

Well, it's the way
things work in my army.

No one is
rooting against Michael.

Exactly. Look, the fact is,

Kevin Clarke's
the Division Commander now.

And Joan says he's doing
a great job so far.

And Jackie's a sweetheart.
I've known her for years.

And what about what she's
doing with the concert

for hurricane relief?

- Okay, points for that.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, I cannot wait
to see Craig Morgan.

I love that guy.

What?

Actually, Roxy, the concert
is for senior officers only.

0-5 and above.

English, please.

It means your spouse has to be
at least a lieutenant colonel.

Are you kidding me?

Are you saying that now
that Trevor's made officer,

he's not officer enough?

Mm. It's complicated.

The post auditorium's
closed for repairs, isn't it?

That's right.

Jackie's house
was the best option,

which means
a limited guest list.

So that's it?

Nobody's sticking up
for the little guy?

- Hmm.
- Mm.

What do you think about this?

Well, um, it's not
my FRG anymore.

Morning, Nance.

Thank you.

Hey, Dr. Burton.

Hey.

Uh, Charlie.
What's up?

One of my regulars,
Jamal Parks,

he got in a fight
at school yesterday.

His mom asked for my help.

She's stretched pretty thin.

Dad's in Afghanistan.

She works full-time.

Long story short...

I convinced the principal
not to suspend Jamal

if he agreed to counseling.

Right.

I asked around.
Your name came up.

His mom signed off on it.

You had a cancellation
this morning.

Yeah?

Will you see him?

Hey, Jamal. I'm Dr. Burton.

You want to talk about
what's going on?

Jamal.

Yeah, I guess.

Okay.

Come on in.

NODS, Holdridge?

Good.
Extra batteries?

First aid kit stocked?

The men are ready, Sir.

Roger that, Sergeant.

All right, listen up.

We'll begin with a tactical
road march to Range 91.

First and Second Squad
will begin when we go hot.

Let's go.

Cease fire!

- Cease fire!
- Cease fire!

Soldiers, clear your rifles
and prepare to move downrange.

Clear your weapons.
Make 'em safe.

Private Holdridge.

Yes, Sir.

Show me your weapon.

You notice anything?

I didn't place my rifle
on safe, Sir.

Why is that, Holdridge?

No excuse, Sir.

Unless you're getting ready
to engage and kill the enemy,

your weapon is on safe
at all times.

Is that understood?

- Yes, Sir.
- Drop and give me 20.

- Yes, Sir.
- Count 'em out!

Yes, Sir. One...

All right, everyone else,
downrange to check your targets.

Move!

Four, five,

- six...
- A word, Sir.

Seven, eight, nine, ten...

Sir, you're doing
an outstanding job as LT.

- Thank you.
- 14...

You're also doing a heck
of a job as sergeant.

Corrective action
is not your lane, Sir.

19, 20.

Fall in!

I guess I'm still
thinking like a sergeant.

Understandable.

I've seen it before
with mustangs like you.

But you've got to let
your NCO's lead.

I promise, we'll get
your men mission ready.

I appreciate
the heads-up.

Any other suggestions?

One or two.

You want to throw
a barbecue this weekend?

Well, it's no big deal.

It's just the squad leaders
and my Platoon Sergeant.

And their wives.

And their wives.

And their kids.

Well, they don't all have kids.

So...

What do you think?

I think you're nuts.

Rox...

No way.

Babe, it--

Trevor, this house is a mess.

It's a barbecue. We could
do it in the backyard.

Like that solves everything.

My Platoon Sergeant says

it's gonna be good
for morale, so...

Okay, so let him do it.

I'm the Platoon Leader.

Okay, so order him to do it.
You outrank him, right?

Yeah, I outrank him.

But Platoon Sergeants,
they're career guys.

They know everything.

It's important
that I get along with them.

Yeah? Well,
it's more important

that you get along
with your wife.

I'm working on that.

Work harder.

I am gonna go read
to the boys, okay?

Okay, hey, hey.

Okay, this weekend is out.

But I suppose I can manage
something for next weekend.

I already
told everybody Sunday.

- What? - Yeah, we got field
exercises next weekend.

Trevor--

Babe, we can do this.
Yes, I know it. Yes.

We.

I can't believe
he dropped this on me.

Mm. I know. Frank's done it
to me, too, more than once.

What is wrong with them?

They don't understand
what it takes to throw

"a simple little party."

Tell me about it.

Right now, my place
looks like a bomb went off.

Oh. Well, what's done is done.

You have a party to host
and not a lot of time to do it.

Yeah. I'm thinking about
going awol.

Okay,

don't worry about cleaning up
the whole house.

You just focus on the kitchen,
the living room,

the downstairs bath,

and you shove everything else
out of sight.

What about food?

Keep it simple
and keep it coming.

It doesn't have to be fancy,
but it has to be a lot.

So, like, double the normal
serving size?

- Quadruple.
- Really?

You're basically feeding a bunch
of college football players.

Right.

See?
That's why I came here.

I knew you'd know what to do.

You'll be fine, and if you
run into a jam...

Oh, forget it.
I'll manage.

There is one one thing
you could do for me, however.

Mm. What's that?

Make Trevor a colonel
for one night.

Please get me in
to that Craig Morgan concert.

Oh, God. I wish I could.

I know. Just asking.

Oh, by the way,

this, um, barbecue shindig,

who pays for it?

You do.

Are you serious?

Welcome to the officers' side
of the house.

Ugh! Some welcome.

I like it fine...

But on the left-hand side.

Claudia Joy.

Oh, uh...

Sorry, I was, uh--

Looking for me.

Yes, hi.

Hi. I moved, remember?

Yeah. Uh, force of habit.

Not to worry.

In fact, we could
use another opinion.

Jackie...

No, I like Claudia Joy's
taste in interior design.

Do you mind?

Uh, no.

So what do you think,

should it be on the right...

Or...

On the left?

The right.

Told you.

The army only thinks
we're in control.

Couldn't agree more.

Actually, Claudia Joy,

do you mind stopping by
the house later?

I could use your advice
on the concert.

- Sure. 4:00?
- Perfect.

Shall we?

Yeah. Bye.

Bye.

That was embarrassing,

walking into Kevin's office
like that.

A lot's changed
in a short amount of time.

You'll get used to it.

Yeah.

What you need is some time off.

I have to go to DC tomorrow.
Why don't you come with me?

Oh, I have a ton of things
to do around here.

It'll be fun.

Bryce and Audrey Whitaker
want to take us out to lunch

to celebrate the revival
of my career.

It's just such short notice.
Next time.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Hey, Dr. Burton,
this is my friend Leo.

Hey, Leo.

I was wondering if Leo
could, like, you know,

join us.

Join us?

Got a note from my mom.

Charlie told me to get one.

Oh. So this was
Charlie's idea?

Not exactly.

I was at the youth center,
telling Leo

how I cut a deal
to stay in school,

and Leo needs one, too.

It wasn't my fault.

This other kid was dissing me.

And Charlie said
maybe you can help.

I see.

You guys have class together?

Detention.

Okay.

Uh, well, since you're here,
come on in.

We'll make
other arrangements later.

You know the rules.

You make the mess,
you clean it up.

Dr. Burton,
come to pick up David?

In a minute. Got a bone
to pick first.

I talked to Leo today.

You did? Awesome.

Please do not send me

any more boys with notes
from their mothers.

I did not send him.
He asked my advice.

A technicality.

Look, I don't do
teen therapy groups.

Why not?
You're obviously good at it.

Look, flattery
will get you nowhere.

These guys
are only talking to me

because they don't want
to get suspended, period.

Come on. Jamal tells me,
you're all right.

That's high praise.

From him... it is.

I don't have time

to see your juvenile delinquents
at Piedmont place.

Then do it here.

- No, you're not listening to me.
- Yes, I am.

You run an adult practice.

It's not the place
to counsel teenage boys.

- Charlie--
- You're a military parent.

You know the score.

A lot of these boys essentially
grow up without fathers.

They need a man to talk to,
to-- to look up to.

That's granted--

I've wanted to start
a program for months

but didn't have
the right leader until now.

Wait. Slow down.

Will you at least
think about it?

Will you stop sending me
referrals in the meantime?

Deal.

Okay.

I would move the Millers
away from the Jensens.

Nadine and Mary
are combustible.

Good to know.

And, um, oh, put the Katellas
and the Rosewalls together.

They're both teetotalers.

Done.

And that's all I see.

Thanks.

You know, I was wondering, um,

I have a good friend
who is a lieutenant's wife,

and she's
a huge Craig Morgan fan.

Is there any way that
we could make an exception

to the 0-5 cutoff?

But if word got round that I
showed favoritism to a friend,

it would reflect badly
on me and Kevin.

Mm-hmm.

Besides, a lieutenant
and his wife

would stick out
like sore thumbs.

Well, I had to ask.

There'll be plenty of events
for all ranks in the future.

Promise.

Hi, Claudia Joy.

Oh, am I late?

You wanted my advice
on the concert.

Right.
I-I-I did.

I-I wanted to ask you
about seating arrangements,

but then Denise dropped by,

and we-- we just went over
the whole thing.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no problem. I--
I live just next door.

Well, you know,
Claudia Joy really is

the last word
on this sort of thing.

Well, d-do you want
to take a look?

Oh, I'm sure it's fine.

Denise knows the post
as well as I do.

Well, um, well, then join us
for a glass of wine then.

You know, I've got
some errands to run.

Rain check?

Absolutely.

I'll see you both later.

All right.

Bye.

Michael.

Hey.

Is that offer
for Washington still open?

You bet.

I think you're right.

I do need a break
from Fort Marshall.

Unh-unh.
That is for the barbecue.

Oh, that's not my fault, babe.

You don't want me to eat it,
you shouldn't leave it out.

The bowl's too big
for the fridge.

I need to make room.

Looks like you got
enough food here

to feed an army.

Ha ha.

Now how can I help?

Ooh, deviled eggs!

Unh-unh.
That is for the party.

Just one?

- No.
- Please.

You want to help?

Buddy, what do you say we go
grab some ice for the party?

Okay.

Okay.

To the new commander of
the 17th Airborne Corps.

- Mm.
- Long may he reign.

Yes, hear, hear.

I think "serve" is
the proper term, Audrey.

Ah, nonsense.

At corps level, you reign.

Next time we celebrate,

it'll be over your third star.

From your lips,
to Congress' ears.

You're the best man
for the job, Michael.

Thank you, Audrey.

And I'll second that.

Of course, that's not
gonna be enough.

I spent 36 years in uniform,

and Kevin Clarke
is the savviest politician

I've ever set eyes on.

He's a good soldier, Bryce.

There's no question.
So are you

but the defense industry
is littered with good soldiers

whose careers went bust.

Hell, look at me.

Bryce.

I'm just telling it like it is.

You were torpedoed, Bryce.

We're not gonna let that
happen to Michael.

The point is, at the GO level,

it takes more
than qualifications

to get to the next rung.

It takes influence.

I am aware.

It's a horse race, Michael,

and right now, I figure
you're about 3 lengths back,

staring at Clarke's
hindquarters.

Well, how do you figure that?
Michael has the job.

For now.

From a Pentagon perspective,

Michael's just keeping
the seat warm

for his successor.

The army couldn't give it
to Clarke right away

because they want him
to finish his command.

In Washington's eyes,

Kevin Clarke
is a water-walker.

Yeah, he's
the fast-tracker, all right.

Michael's the lucky so-and-so
that got a second chance.

If this is supposed to be
a pep talk,

I'm still waiting for the pep.

Really.

Don't get me wrong.
We're in your corner.

1,000%.

Let's be honest.

You've been resurrected
from the dead, son.

If you want to win this race,

you're gonna have to
start running hard.

Come to Washington more often,

play the game.

That's not really
Michael's style.

Well, I'm afraid that humble
doesn't cut it

in this town, Claudia Joy.

We need to change your playbook

or Clarke's gonna
eat your lunch.

Shall we order?

Here you go. Hope you like it.
That enough?

Hey, babe,
I want to introduce you

to Sergeant First Class
Leon Wisniewski.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you,
Sergeant Wisniewski.

Make it "Ski," ma'am.
Pleasure's mine.

And you must be Gizella.

- Gisela.
- What now?

Geez-ah-la.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I must have been
practicing that wrong.

Uh, um, what is that,
like, French?

German.

German. Wow.

So where did you two meet?

In Germany.

On vacation?

Working in Kaiserslautern.

Kais--

That is another one.

It's a town near Frankfurt.

The army has a base there, Rox.

Air Force, too.

Largest American
military community

outside the United States.

Learn something new every day.

A-are you two hungry?

We have hot dogs, hamburgers.

That's German, right?

Macaroni salad, potato salad.

Yes, but no plates.

Oh...

That's weird.
How'd that happen?

I'll--
I'll-- I'll be right back.

Um, I'm gonna help.

You didn't tell me she was
an imperial stormtrooper.

No idea.

Michael,

- cigar?
- Lead on.

All right.

If you'll excuse us, ladies.

Go.

Don't let Bryce scare you.

He just wants
that third star for Michael

almost as badly as you do.

Oh, I understand.

He wants to do everything
he can to help.

We both do.

Mm-hmm.

What do you know
about Jackie Clarke?

She's bright, attractive.

She's the daughter
of a retired two-star.

She graduated Magna Cum Laude
from Georgetown,

speaks fluent French,
Spanish, passable Italian.

They have a boy at West Point
and a girl at Exeter.

She's allergic to peanuts,

and she has a butterfly tattoo
hidden from public view.

Know your enemy, my dear.

Well, she's not
my enemy, Audrey.

Nonsense.

She's standing between you
and what you want for Michael.

Well, whatever you call her,

she sounds kind of perfect.

And that's exactly what
she wants you to believe.

Hmm.

Okay. But?

Very few people know
what I'm about to tell you.

Kevin served
nine months in Kosovo.

When he came home,

Jackie left him.

She moved out of the house
for two months.

Why?

Kevin had a driver overseas,

a very attractive
female soldier.

He had an affair?

Connect the dots.

He comes home, she moves out.

When she moves back in,

his career takes a sudden turn

onto
the political fast-track--

A fellowship at Georgetown,
a stint at NATO.

Wait. Hold on.
You lost me.

Well, isn't it obvious?

They made a deal--

She'd take him back

if he agreed to let her
direct his career.

They'd rise together.

You make her sound
like Lady MacBeth.

If the shoe fits.

Well, wait a second.

Uh, Jackie can't determine
Kevin's postings.

I didn't say
she cut his orders.

But she can influence
those who do.

I just thought you should know.

It might affect your strategy.

Well, I don't have
a strategy, Audrey.

My point.

Get one.

Here, babe.
Let me do that.

You've earned it.

Thanks, but I should
eat something first.

I didn't have a thing.

Why not?

I was too busy.

Besides, that Gisela
was making me nervous.

Wow.
No more macaroni?

No more anything, babe.

The party was a huge success.
Lights out.

It was kind of a hit,
wasn't it?

Sergeant Wheeler, what's up?

Mom.

What's the matter?

TJ just threw up.
I don't feel so good.

Okay.
Um, let's go upstairs.

I'll get you something
for your tummy.

Okay. Hey.

That was Sergeant Wheeler.

His whole family's throwing up.

Oh, my God.

How long was that macaroni salad
out of the refrigerator?

Um...

Oh, God.

- Trevor--
- Oh.

Oh, I killed Trevor's platoon.

You didn't kill anyone, Roxy.

Well, I killed his career.

Okay, what was it exactly?

The macaroni salad.

I left it out too long.

I still can't believe it.

I have never had a single case
of food poisoning

at the hump bar,

and we serve seafood.

Okay, Roxy, calm down.

I can't calm down.
It's a disaster.

Once the bad mayo's
out of their systems,

everyone will be fine,
and soon, it'll be forgotten.

Like in ten years?

Ugh! It's hopeless.

Nothing is hopeless.

Roxy, we're army wives.

There's always something
we can do.

Hide?

Well, we need to think.

You may be down,
but you are not out.

Third Squad?

Third Squad's
accounted for, Sir.

Sergeant Francisco's
at sick call.

Fourth Squad?

Fourth Squad's
accounted for, Sergeant.

Sergeant Wheeler's
at sick call.

Yes, Sir! Soldier!

All squads accounted for, Sir.

Sergeants Wheeler, Francisco,
Applegate, and Smith

are at sick call.

Thank you, Sergeant.

All right, listen up.

General Clarke
expects this division

to be the most combat-ready
in the army.

So today we have
a 10-mile run,

and I want the best
platoon time anywhere.

Understood?

Oo-ahh.

You sure
you're up to this, Sir?

Lead the way.

Platoon, attention.

Right face.

Let's go.

David get off to school okay?

Yep.

Ah.

Hey, listen, Joan,

Charlie Mayfield asked me
to think about

- a counseling group at the youth center.
- Hey!

Want some fruit, baby girl?

Honey, will you finish
with her?

I am already behind.

I have
wall-to-wall meetings today.

Don't forget, we've got that

parent-teacher conference
for David at 4:00.

Right.

And I would really like
to attend

that management seminar
tomorrow night.

Can you take the kids?

You got it.

Oh, and don't look now,

but next Saturday
is Colonel Stanton's

annual beach party.

Next Saturday?

All day.

Mwah.

You know, I'd really love to get
a babysitter this weekend

and maybe go to the movies
or dinner or anything.

Just get outta the house,

you and me, together for once.

I hear that.

What were you saying
about a therapy group?

Never mind.

Mm.

I'm gonna pass.

Because?

Because I don't have the time.

Look, we're talking
twice a week,

two hours total.

I'm overextended as it is.

Who isn't?

You're very persuasive, but--

You know the problem.

Military kids
need special attention.

Right, and two of them
live in my house,

not to mention their mother.

One hour. One session.

I can't do it.
30 minutes?

I'm not your guy.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

End route.

Fall out.

Anything for the men, Sir?

Okay.

Outstanding work.

Go shower up.

Grab some chow.

We'll reassemble at 0900.

Dismissed.

If I was
president and had my way...

If I was president
and had my way...

How many helpings of
macaroni salad did you have?

Three.

Four.

See you at 0900, Sir.

0900, Sergeant.

Okay, don't shoot.

I am unarmed.

Look, Gisela,

I am really, really sorry
about what happened.

Uh, this is for you.

Uh, and I didn't cook
any of it, I promise.

Just some chicken soup,
uh, rice pudding, crackers--

Yeah, I hear about the baskets
from the other wives.

Oh.

Y-you're feeling okay?

I'm not sick.

Really?
Cast-iron stomach, huh?

No. I hate
the macaroni salad.

Oh.

My husband loves it.

He was up all last night
with the pukes.

Sorry.

He wants the recipe.

Are you serious?

No.

Uh, uh, actually, it,
um, wasn't the recipe.

It was me.

I-I left it
sitting out too long.

- You see--
- The bowl was too big.

Yes.

The other wives.

Word gets round.

Okay. Well...

I guess there's not much else
for me to say, so...

No worries. It's good.
I understand.

You do?

Sure. Everyone screws up
now and then.

Most army wives today,
they screw up,

they go home, cry "boo-hoo."

Not you.

I like that.

You do?

Very old-school.

You come in.
We have stollen, ja?

Ja. Sure.

What is stollen?

Mm. Thank you.

Wow. The Clarkes
are going all out.

Yes, they are.

Claudia Joy?

Coming.

That's Senator Powell
over there.

He's on the, uh,
armed services committee.

Yeah, I'm aware.
We should say hello.

Okay.

Michael, Claudia Joy,
you know Senator Powell.

I do, yes.
Good to see you, Senator.

Same, General.

My wife Claudia Joy.

- Oh, my pleasure.
- Hello.

Jackie tells me you've been
a big help to her.

I've tried, but I don't think
Jackie needs a lot of help.

She's being modest.

Well, in any case,
I'm delighted to be here.

This, uh, this is
quite an occasion.

Well, tell the truth.
I had to twist your arm.

Well, what can I say?

She's a hard woman to resist.

Mm-hmm.

I got your call.
What happened?

He wrecked his mom's car.

Ran into a telephone pole.

He's 14.

Tell me.

How did he even get--

He won't talk to me, Roland.

He asked for you.

Hey, man.

You okay?

You're not hurt?

Nah.

Anybody else get hurt?

Wasn't nobody else around.

So what happened?

Why'd you take the car?

I got into a fight with my mom.

About what?

Same old stuff.

I wanted to go out,

but she wouldn't let me go
because of my schoolwork.

I told you, she treats me
like a baby, Dr. Burton.

When my dad got deployed,

he said,
I'm the man of the house now.

But she don't see it that way.

So you stole her car?

Yeah. I mean,
she was out with friends.

She wasn't supposed
to find out.

Then what?

I-I don't know what happened.

I went too fast or something.

I hit a phone pole.

Here on post?

Yeah, but nobody saw me.

I just called Charlie
and came here.

MP's will find the car.

Yeah, I know.

But they won't know
it's me that took it.

Well, they'll figure it out.

How? Can't we say
it was someone else?

Was it someone else?

You want to be treated
like a man, Jamal.

You gotta start acting
like one.

You saying, I gotta
turn myself in?

No, I'm asking,

what do you think
a man would do?

My mom's gonna go crazy on me.

Probably.

Will you come with me?

Yeah.

Come on.

30 minutes, once a week.

That's it.

I want to thank everyone

for coming out tonight

to support the Fort Marshall
hurricane relief fund

and to hear some great music.

I want to thank
all of my FRG leaders

for helping put this together,

especially Denise Sherwood.

And a big shout-out

to Claudia Joy Holden

for assembling the top-notch
FRG organization

that I inherited.

Kevin and I strongly believe in

strengthening the ties
between the U.S. Army

and the greater Charleston
community.

So we hope tonight marks
the beginning

of a bright new chapter
in that relationship.

Kevin.

I've learned that my wife
is a tough act to follow,

so I'll keep this short.

The senior officers seated
at your table tonight

share with me the privilege
of leading

the outstanding warriors
that keep this country free.

I am ever in awe of
their courage and commitment,

and that of their families.

Jackie and I thank you
for honoring them

with your generosity tonight.

And we are gratified to have
made so many new friends.

Thank you.

Now I know you didn't come here
to listen to us talk, so...

Let's put our hands together
for a country music superstar

who spent ten years
with the U.S. Army

and is the recipient
of the USO Merit Award.

From Dickson, Tennessee--
Ladies and gentlemen,

let's give
a Fort Marshall welcome

to Craig Morgan.

Jackie, Kevin, thank you
so much for inviting me

to be a part
of such a wonderful event.

It is a true honor to be here
amongst fellow soldiers.

Now you guys have a good time.

♪ She got her smile on ♪

♪ doggone,
nothing in the world's wrong ♪

♪ we're rolling down
a country road ♪

♪ she's my shotgun rider ♪

♪ I'm the lucky dog
beside her ♪

♪ my lips are where
her kisses go ♪

♪ and I don't know if it
could get any better ♪

♪ but, man, if it does ♪

♪ then I reckon I better
get to picking out a ring ♪

♪ and now this ole boy ♪

♪ got it going on ♪

♪ got the good lord
smiling on me ♪

♪ her big blue eyes ♪

♪ and the sweet red wine ♪

♪ got me buzzing like a bee ♪

♪ she's got her pretty
little head on my shoulder ♪

♪ nobody else gets to hold her ♪

♪ but this ole boy ♪

Well, they both managed
to keep down some toast.

Good.

Mm.

I'm sorry about this, Trevor.

You know, babe, in a weird way,

it worked out.

Not going on sick call,
doing that run...

I earned Ski's respect.

Hmm.

Same thing happened
with me and Gisela.

She gave me points
for showing my face,

not staying home...

"Crying boo-hoo."

So it wasn't a disaster
after all.

No.

But next time...

No macaroni salad.

♪ Summer dress ♪

♪ straps slipping off
of her shoulder ♪

♪ a blanket of stars
is looking us over ♪

♪ here in the dark ♪

♪ it's gonna be
a long, long night ♪

♪ baby, baby, love ♪

♪ loves a long night ♪

♪ don't you know love ♪

♪ know love
don't worry about time? ♪

♪ the way it's going ♪

♪ feels like love's gonna be ♪

♪ going till the morning light ♪

♪ baby, baby ♪

♪ love ♪

♪ loves a long, long night ♪

My name is Craig Morgan.
Thank y'all so much

for letting us be a part
of your world tonight.

God bless you.

- I'm gonna say hello.
- Oh, okay.

You all right?

Uh-huh.

Well done, Jackie.

Thank you.

Claudia Joy.

Amazing, huh?

Yeah, it was.

I just got the numbers
from Jessica.

She says we raised
over $40,000 tonight.

$40,000?

Triple the last record.

That's great.

You don't seem very excited.

No, I am. I am.

I'm... tired
from the Washington trip.

Oh, I forgot.
How did it go?

It was good. Informative.

Denise.

- Go, go.
- You don't want to come?

I'm so tired, really.

Mm. Okay. Bye.