Army Wives (2007–2013): Season 7, Episode 3 - Blowback - full transcript

Previously on Army Wives...

Look. I can move my legs.

Soldiers of 1st Brigade,

I could not be prouder.

And I send you back

with a promise made
by another general.

I shall return.

- Come here, fella!
- Aww. He's adorable.

He's a terror.

- Roxy Leblanc.
- Latasha Montclair.

- Denise Sherwood.
- Nice to meet you.



I didn't know we were
in the pie business.

Well, we are now.

Gloria, meet Holly.
Holly, Gloria.

Hi.

Maggie Hall, former Airborne.

Me and my husband
and our two kids

have been living in a
single motel room.

Just hang on a little longer.

- Hands off.
- Ooh.

Didn't you hear her?
She's not interested.

Hey.

Come on, Caroline. You've
been in there forever.

I said give me a minute.

Mom.



Just give her another minute.

Let's go, Caroline. You
don't want to be late.

It's about time.

You're such a spaz.

How about you be the
stay-at-home parent

and I reenlist?

I don't think so.

Oh, come on. Think of all
the fun you're missing.

Tanner, what did you do
with my phone charger?

I didn't touch it.

Yeah. I gotta go.

Have a nice day at school.

Bye, daddy.

Tanner... see you later, bud.

Tanner?

Bye.

I'm serious, Tanner.

Where did you put
my phone charger?

Well... I didn't put it there.

More?

No, thank you. It was delicious.

Aww, I'm glad you liked it.

Oh, thank you, David.

Is there anything else I can
do for you, Mrs. Sherwood?

I got it.

Sherwood residence.

Is Mrs. Sherwood there?

May I ask who's calling?

Y... yes,

it's her husband...
Colonel Sherwood.

One moment please.

It's Colonel Sherwood.

Oh, thank you.

Why don't you and Sara Elizabeth
go get ready for school?

Okay.

Good morning.

Is there something you're
not telling me, D?

Yes.

I am watching the Burton kids

while, uh, Roland
is in Baltimore.

What's he doing in Baltimore?

He's looking for
temporary housing.

He's gonna be part of
a clinical study team

at Johns Hopkins
for a few months.

Oh, yeah, right. Joan mentioned
something about that.

So you got your hands full, huh?

Three kids and a job.

Hmm. No, it's a good
thing, actually.

Keeps my mind off other things.

Mm. Yeah, I hear that.

That's why I called, to
see how you were doing.

I'm okay, I guess.

Um, it's just not the same
without Claudia Joy being here.

It never will be.

No.

No. No, it can't.

I still can't believe
we lost her, Frank.

Hey, kiddo.

Hi, dad.

What's up?

Nothing. I just wondered
what you're doing.

Getting ready for work.

Isn't it kind of early
for you to be conscious?

Ha ha.

I have to finish my
sociology paper.

And after that, I'm
all caught up.

Good.

I'm proud of you, Em.

Yeah. I'm... proud of me, too.

How's hockey?

It's great. Uh, we play
Cornell next Saturday.

Get me a ticket.

Really?

Yeah.

I'm not gonna miss my
daughter beating Cornell.

That's so awesome.

I can't wait to see you.

It'll be fun.

Yeah.

I should go, I guess.

Yeah, me, too.

I love you, dad.

I love you, too, kiddo.
Hey, thanks for calling.

You're sure it's not too soon?

Jackie...

Well, you just got
back from Washington.

I need to rejoin my troops.

I know, but you can't blame me

for wishing that you were
home a little bit longer.

I don't.

I'll call you when I'm settled.

Okay.

Ah. Deuce, help your brother
and sister into the car.

I'll be right out.

Mm.

Did you hear what I said?

I just remembered.

- We're supposed to bring in

something about our dads.
- What?

For a class project
on deployment.

Boy, we don't have
time for that now.

All right. Hold on.

Here.

What is this?

It's an MRE. Meal, Ready-to-Eat.

It's what your father
lives on in Afghanistan.

It is?

Yeah, it's a whole meal
in that one little bag.

Cool.

Uh, do I hear "thank you"?

Thanks, mom.

All right. Hurry up. We
don't want to be late.

How you doing, baby?

Corporal Montclair.

Yes, Sergeant.

Grab two men and start drawing
ammo for the platoon.

Roger, Sergeant.

Hey, Cruz, Truman,
finish up here.

- We're drawing ammo.
- Moving out?

- Eventually.
- When?

Hell if I know.

Well, where are
they gonna send us?

I'm not an officer, Truman.

Translation... "shut up."

You married?

Can you go 30 seconds
without talking, Truman?

I'm curious, that's all.

I'm married.

Yeah. Want to see a photo?

She hot?

She's beautiful.

Nice.

Yeah.

I'm one lucky guy, all right.

You coming, Romeo?

Morning, Gloria.

Wow. Someone's been busy.

Well, like my mom says,

"idle hands make
the devil's work."

I don't know about that,
but I can use those pies.

They've been flying
off the shelves.

Great.

Have you heard from
Hector lately?

No, but we are getting
divorced, remember?

Right.

Heard from Tim?

No. Not since his first e-mail.

Well, don't worry.

But why doesn't he write me?

They're soldiers, Holly.

They got a lot to do over there.

They can't just sit
down and e-mail

anytime they feel like it.

They can't?

No, they gotta get permission

and go to a special tent with
computers and everything.

Oh.

I'm sure he'll be in
touch as soon as he can.

It's just...

we've never gone this long
without talking before.

Really?

Huh.

Oh.

Oh, good run this morning.

Yeah.

So Kevin's flight
left on schedule?

Jackie?

He went back too soon.

I mean, he isn't fully healed,

but you can't tell him that.

He just needs to be
where the action is.

Yeah, I know. Frank's
the same way.

You'd think after
all these years,

I wouldn't worry.

The only way to stop
worrying is to stop caring.

So how do you do it?

You find a good
friend to talk to.

- Right.
- Mm.

I don't get it.
How does it work?

This thing gets super hot
when you add water, right?

That's how they
warm the food up.

But if you put it in
a bottle like this

and seal the top... boom.

It explodes?

- Yeah.
- How do you know?

My mom told me. She
was in the army.

Cool.

Give me the hot sauce.

What's that for?

Tear gas.

Water.

Thank you.

Boys, what are you doing?

Run!

Well, Miss Farrell's
eyes are bloodshot.

Other than that, she appears
to be fine, thank goodness.

Well, as long as a
nurse flushed her eyes

thoroughly with water,

there shouldn't be
any lasting effects.

Um, I'm a nurse practitioner.

I expect you'll
be reporting this

directly to David's parents.

Of course.

I'm sure they won't be too happy

to hear about their
son's involvement

in making a bomb at school.

"Bomb" is such a strong
word, Principal Davis.

It was just some heated water.

And hot sauce,

to create a tear-gas
effect, apparently.

Hot sauce, Mrs. Hall?

Ma'am?

Tanner says you
gave him the idea

for this little experiment.

Not exactly, ma'am.

I told him how soldiers do
all sorts of silly things

when they're deployed
to kill time,

but I never showed him
how to blow up an MRE.

I do think it's on
YouTube, though.

But why would you tell Tanner

about something like
that in the first place?

I share a lot of things
with my son, ma'am.

When he asks questions,
I give him answers.

Simple as that.

Mm.

Well, in the future,
please try to be

a bit more careful
about what you share.

All right, I'm gonna let
the boys return to class,

but I am also giving them
two weeks detention.

In addition, I'm also assigning
a special project...

A group presentation on the
history of field rations

in the US army, due in one week.

Excellent idea, Principal Davis.

I thought so.

You're dismissed.

That woman needs a vacation.

Seriously.

It's all my fault.

Why do you say that?

My son was the ringleader.

Heck, I'm the one that
supplied the MRE.

So what?

Don't let Principal Sourpuss
get all up inside your head.

She's right.

You give boys enough time,

they'll make a weapon
out of anything.

I remember being called to

the Provost Marshal's
Office once

when my son was 12 years old.

He got caught throwing
eggs at cars.

When I asked him why he did it,

Jeremy shrugged and
said, "I don't know."

That's boys for you.

Once they hit puberty,
they all go brain dead.

Where's Jeremy now?

He was killed in Afghanistan.

I am so sorry, ma'am.

Thank you.

How are your stitches doing?
Here, let me take a look.

Oh, you heal quick.

Uh, come in anytime. We'll
get 'em out for you.

You must think I am a
magnet for disaster, ma'am.

First a bar fight, now this.

Hardly, and it's Denise.

So this group project...
I'd offer my place,

but it gets a little crazy
with three kids and a dog.

I am still living in a
single motel room, so...

Well, we'll do it
at my place, then.

I have a big basement,
it's kid friendly,

and you can bring your
other children, too.

- Works for me.
- 7:00?

Perfect. Thank you, ma'am.

Uh, Denise.

I'll see you then.

_

Welcome to Forward Operating
Base MacArthur, sir.

Thank you, Frank.

I wanted to check out

and see what improvements
have been made

to the southern gate area.

Not much, I see.

Well, it's a work
in progress, sir.

What's the hold up?

Well, the ISAF delegated
responsibility

of the southern area to
Afghan security forces.

It's been difficult to
exert direct control

or get a straight answer,
for that matter.

We'll see about that.

Roger that, sir.

How's our latest class
of ANA trainees?

Uh, doing okay, apparently.

Attendance continues
to be a problem.

So I've been reading.

"Dear Gloria,

well, I made it over here okay.

The flight was
pretty bad, though.

A lot of guys lost their lunch,

if you know what I mean.

I mean, but I didn't.

I'm writing you now because
we'll be moving out soon,

and I might not be able
to write you for a while.

I didn't want you to worry.

I mean, not that
you would worry.

You know what I mean.

Well, that's it for now.

Hope you're good.

Hector."

I'm disappointed in you, Deuce.

It wasn't my fault.

Oh, no? Well, whose
fault was it?

Tanner's. It was his idea.

And was he the one that
brought the MRE to school?

No.

And did you try to stop him

when he told you what
he was gonna do?

I can't hear you.

No, sir.

No. You went right
along with it,

didn't you?

Answer your father.

Yes, sir.

You know, you're
getting older, Deuce.

You do something
wrong, you step up,

take your punishment
like a man, you hear me?

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, dad.

I know you are.

Okay, now. Let me
talk to your mother.

- Okay.
- Hey.

I love you, son.

I love you, too.

Now go do your homework.

He's your son.

Yeah, he sure is.

I ever tell you about that time

when I blew up that toilet
with a cherry bomb?

No, and I don't want
to hear it, either.

You notice anything?

Is that a new blouse?

Sure is. You like it?

No.

I love it.

Mm.

Did you punish him?

Of course I punished him.

He's grounded for two
weeks and no skateboard.

That is the last thing I
need right now, Maggie.

If he was my kid... He
is your kid, Eddie.

So tell me, what would you
have done differently?

Tell me. I want to know.

Let's not fight, Mags.

Why? That's all we
seem to do lately.

Eddie, we have got to
get out of this place.

It's been a month.

I'll check with Housing again.

You ready?

All right. Let's go.

You're really going to
Colonel Sherwood's house?

She's nice.

She's the Brigade
Commander's wife, Maggie.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just...

keep it in mind,
that's all I'm saying.

Right.

No opening beer bottles
with my teeth.

Got it.

I've sold a dozen
pies this week.

They're going like hotcakes.

Well, duh. Who wouldn't want

the best pie in all
Effingham County?

Second best, Tim.

Oh, come on. You and I both know

the only reason Mary Dupree
won that blue ribbon

is because her husband
is County Supervisor.

Baby, before you know it,

you're gonna put Betty
Crocker out of business.

Now, Holly, that was a joke.

It's just so good
to see you again.

Yeah. You, too.

I'm sorry.

You have a job to do,

and you're not supposed
to worry about me.

Now hey,

I don't worry about you,
because I know I've married

the best girl in
the entire world,

the entire universe.

Are they treating you okay?

Oh, they're treating
me great, hon.

I am working with the
best group of guys ever.

Part of the team.

I really am trying not to
miss you so much, you know?

Well, don't try too hard.

I don't mind you missing me,

I just don't want you to
feel bad, that's all.

So what else is going on?
How's George?

Oh, he's fine.

Although he's been
sneezing a lot lately.

Oh, say hi to Tim, George.

Hey, George. What's
going on, buddy?

Well, I should... I
should get going, hon.

Do you have to?

Route Irish to the
north is secure, sir.

Route Orange which
runs to the south here

has been giving us headaches.

We've doubled our IED
sweeps in the area...

but somehow, every time we're
going out, we're getting hit.

You okay, sir?

Yeah.

Due respect, sir.

You've been going at it
ever since you arrived.

True enough.

What do you say we'll call
it a night, then, shall we?

Very good, sir.

Frank, you want to walk with me?

We'll go over tomorrow's agenda.

Yes, sir.

Night, Joan.

Good night, sir. Welcome back.

Thank you. It's good to be back.

What's the matter?

I hate tea.

So why'd you take it?

When the Brigade Commander's
wife offers you tea,

you take the tea.

Okay, the kids are all set.

The boys are working
on their project,

and Gabe and Nyah are
playing candy land

with Sara Elizabeth.

Great.

I love your house, Denise.

Oh, thank you.

Maggie, did you
want some more tea?

Please.

Excuse me.

Jackie, what is it?

Turn on the TV.

Details remain sketchy,

but multiple sources
are now reporting

that there has been an explosion

at Forward Operating
Base MacArthur

in Central Afghanistan.

The American-led
installation has faced...

Excuse me?

Mortar and rocket
attacks in the past,

but we have no
indication at this point

as to the nature
of the explosion.

I was Skyping with Tim when
the screen went blank,

and now they're saying that
there was an explosion.

I know. I've got it on.

Region, led by
Taliban militants...

What if something
happened to Tim?

Just try to stay calm, okay?

Have become a matter
of increased concern

to the Pentagon.

This latest attack
is a prime example.

Located in the Bagram
District of Parwan Province,

Forward Operating Base MacArthur

houses elements of the
32nd Airborne Division,

whose home is joint
base Marshall-Bring

here in Charleston.

The base also serves...

as headquarters for US troops

from Fort Myer, Virginia,
and Fort Drum, New York...

as well as NATO soldiers...
Michael.

I don't have any official
information yet, Jackie.

Is Kevin okay?

I haven't seen any
casualty reports.

MacArthur is blacked out.

Everything's coming through
CENTCOM right now.

The situation is a bit fluid,

as you can imagine.

I-I understand.

I wanted to share with you
what I do know confidentially.

Thank you.

Preliminary intel
suggests a suicide bomber

blew himself up somewhere
inside the wire.

My God.

He may have been dressed
as an Afghan soldier.

We don't know. Nothing's
been confirmed.

I'll call you

as soon as I have
something you can share

- with your FRG leaders.
- Thank you.

I know it's hard, Jackie,
but try to stay positive.

And don't believe the media.

Initial reports are...

Are notoriously unreliable.

You know the drill.

Would you do me a favor

and pass this along
to Denise, please?

I-I'm actually, uh,
here with her now.

Oh, good. I'll be in touch.

Thank you, Michael.
It means a lot.

Of course.

Sir, Sergeant Hall,
Rear Detachment.

Come in, Sergeant.

I'm gonna need someone

to liaise with our
division families.

Roger that, sir.

Make yourself comfortable.
It's gonna be a long night.

Yes, sir.

It was a suicide bomber.

Unconfirmed.

And... and no
casualty report yet.

Michael just wanted
us both to know.

God bless that man.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- You haven't been properly introduced.
- Oh.

Um, this is Jackie Clarke,
wife of General Clarke.

- This is Latasha Montclair...
- Pleased to meet you.

- And Maggie Hall.
- Same, ma'am.

Um, please, it's... it's Jackie.

Weren't the two of you at
the town hall last week?

Good memory.

You were having traffic
problems getting to school.

Hope I wasn't a pain.

No, not at all.

In fact, the Garrison
Commander has decided

to open the south
gate during rush hour

starting next week.

You're the first to know.

Well, hallelujah.

I'm afraid housing is
a little trickier.

I just appreciate you
remembering, ma'am.

Jackie.

I know what it's like.

Kevin and I had to
live in a motel room

when we were waiting for
housing at Fort Bliss.

Hated every minute.

Gloria.

Sorry to bother you.

No, no bother. What's going on?

You remember Holly from
the hospital last week.

Of course. Nice
to see you again.

Thank you.

We heard about the explosion.

Instead of sitting
around worrying,

I thought we could do something
to help with the FRG.

Make phone calls or something?

Oh, that's really sweet.

Well, we're still waiting
on some more information,

but come on in.

Gloria.

- Hey, Jackie.
- Hi.

What are you two doing here?

Our kids are down
in the basement

doing a school project
with David Burton.

David Burton?

Yeah, David and Sara
Elizabeth are staying here

while Roland finds
housing in Baltimore.

Right.

Hi. I'm Jackie.

- Hi.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Jackie, this is Holly Truman.

Holly's husband's in
Hector's platoon.

Holly, this is Jackie Clarke.

Her husband is General Clarke.

Really?

Yes, really.

Oh.

So anything new?

No, but, uh, General
Holden said he'd call

the moment he has something.

Why don't we all sit down?

Anyone, uh, like some
tea or wine maybe?

I'll have a glass of wine.

Yeah? Chardonnay?

- Perfect.
- Works for me.

Got any beer?

Now you're talking.

We can make that work. Holly?

Orange juice.

Sure.

Thank you so much.

I'll help.

She's only 18.

Right.

How you doing, Gloria?

Me? Um... okay, I guess.

Yeah?

Honestly, I feel kinda weird.

I mean, I know I don't want to
be married to Hector anymore,

but I can't help worrying
about him either.

Mm. Sounds perfectly
normal to me.

You know, just because things
didn't work out between you two

doesn't mean you stopped
caring about him,

especially when he's in
a dangerous situation.

Yeah. I'm trying not
to think about that.

Mm. Yeah, we all are.

No, ma'am. We don't
have any information

about an assault on the base.

And I encourage you
not to believe

everything that you
read on the internet.

All right, ma'am. Yes,
have a good night.

Rumors.

Always happens after
an incident like this.

You gave the right advice.

Rear D is a thankless
job, Sergeant.

But it's vitally important.

Yes, sir.

I was looking at your file.

You've been with us a month now.

Yes, uh, correct, sir.

I PCS'ed from Fort Stewart.

You were in the 1st
Ranger Battalion.

Yes, sir.

At a higher grade.

Yes, sir.

What happened?

It's complicated, sir.

I've got time, Sergeant.

Well, sir... my wife...
my first wife...

She was having some
problems, and, um,

let's just say they weren't
getting any better, sir.

I was concerned about
my daughter, and, uh...

Excuse me.

Yes, sir.

General Holden.

Go ahead.

Got it.

Thanks.

Six injured, two fatalities.

No names yet.

Let's not go anywhere with
this until we know more.

Roger that, sir.

Updating our story

on that explosion
in Afghanistan...

We are getting
unconfirmed reports

that there were at least
a half-dozen casualties,

though the identities
of the wounded...

and the extent of their injuries

are unknown at this point.

In addition to American troops,

Forward Operating Base MacArthur

houses NATO forces from
Britain and Canada,

as well as members of the
Afghan National Army.

We are still awaiting
official confirmation

from the Pentagon about
details of today's attack.

We understand there
is considerable...

What's going on?

But a statement is ex...
Oh, nothing.

Um, just an FRG get-together.

I think you know everyone here
except maybe Mrs. Truman.

Holly, this is David Burton.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Hello.

We were wondering if
we could have a snack.

Oh, of course. Um, pretzels
and carrot sticks good?

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'll take care of David

if you want to take
care of Molly.

Oh, great. Uh, pretzels
are over there,

and the carrot sticks
are in the drawer.

I think we've got it,
don't we, David?

Yes, ma'am.

He's so polite.

Yeah, he's a good kid.

Where's his mother?

Afghanistan.

Oh.

There you go, sweet pea.
Back to sleep.

You doing okay?

I'll feel better when I get
a phone call from Michael.

But part of me... doesn't
want it to come.

You know, I can't help thinking

something's happened to Kevin.

I'm sorry. I-I can't go there.

I know, I know, I know, I know.

I-it's hard not to.

I don't think I could
handle another loss.

We have to think about
those ladies in there.

Right.

In overall violence
in Afghanistan.

According to the reports...

Okay, I think we've had
enough TV for a little while.

Okay? General Holden will call
when anything's confirmed.

They just keep repeating
the same thing anyway.

Yeah.

How did the four of you
meet, through the FRG?

Uh, not exactly.

Uh, well, what
happened was that...

We met at The Hump bar.

Right. We just kind of...
hit it off.

Nice.

Holly, how long have
you been married?

Me? Uh, six months.

Were the two of you high
school sweethearts?

Not really.

I mean, I totally
had a crush on Tim,

but I thought he hated me.

Why?

Because he'd never
look at me in class.

And... and every time
I looked at him,

he'd turn the other way.

Girl, don't you know the signs?

I guess not.

How'd you two get together?

Uh, well, it's a funny
story, actually.

Um... it was the homecoming
game junior year.

I was on the spirit squad, and
Tim was on the sidelines.

What position did he play?

He wasn't on the
football team exactly.

Wildcats, go!

He was the mascot,
Whiskers the wildcat.

When I say "wild," you
say "cats." Cats!

Tim was really great at getting
the crowd on their feet

but he wasn't always paying
attention to what was happening

- on the field behind him.
- Go!

Tim? Tim?

Tim? Tim, are you okay?

Holly?

Am I dreaming?

And we've been
together ever since.

Aww, that's very sweet.

Yeah, like a fairy tale.

Oh, you don't believe
in fairy tales, Maggie?

I didn't say that.

Just... not for my
life, that's all.

Why, how'd you
meet your husband?

Ah, no, no.

Oh, come on. That's not fair.
I told you my story.

Yeah, Maggie, it's not fair.

Come on, girl, spill.

Well, I am not gonna talk about

my first husband.

That was a disaster.

All right, what
about your second?

Really?

Okay, um... I met Eddie
on my third tour.

Where?

Iraq. I was a sergeant
in Motor Transport.

Was it love at first sight?

Uh, no.

Hey!

When's this thing
gonna be ready?

You, under the truck,
I'm talking to you.

I know you did not just
kick me, Sergeant.

My team was supposed
to SP 30 minutes ago.

What's the holdup?

The holdup? Well, let me see.

First, it was your soldier

who put this vehicle
in a ditch yesterday

when he ordered my driver
to take a side road.

Second, I just got the right
part from Kuwait an hour ago.

Third, your transport
request was filed late.

Now, Sergeant, I can
finish this job

or I could deadline
this vehicle right now.

Carry on, Sergeant.

Good call.

So how did you get
from there to here?

Oh, that is a whole other story.

Well, let's hear it.

No, that was not the deal.
It was how we met, period.

Now it's your turn.

Hey, I'm not bashful.

No kidding.

All right, so it was
sophomore year at Spelman.

My girlfriends and I were at
this frat party at Morehouse.

So I went up to the
deejay, and I'm like,

"can you play 'Hit 'Em Up
Style' by Blu Cantrell?"

♪ Ladies ♪

♪ if your man wanna
get buckwild ♪

♪ just go back and
hit 'em up style ♪

What?

All right.

The girl has good taste.

Nothing wrong with that.

Okay, so anyway, I asked
him to play the song.

He promised he would
play the song.

So I'm waiting and waiting.

♪ So don't give love ♪

♪ ain't gonna last anyway ♪
♪ ain't gonna last ♪

♪ I don't need it ♪

♪ I'll just dance my life away ♪

♪ oh ♪

♪ I, I just wanna
dance my life away ♪

♪ yeah ♪
♪ ah, ah ♪

Okay, people, last
song of the night.

Now, uh, this next one
goes out to a special lady

I just met tonight.

♪ Dance my life away ♪

Yeah, I'm g... I'm going crazy.

What happened to
"Hit 'Em Up Style"?

Oh, well, that may be your song.

But this... is our song.

Would you do me the honor?

♪ Baby, I apologize ♪

Hell, no.

♪ For all the things
that I've done ♪

You walked away?

I wasn't gonna give that
conceited such-and-such

the satisfaction.

But I did have one
my girlfriends

give him my number, though.

Excuse me.

Michael.

I have news.

Thank you, Michael. Good night.

No Americans were
harmed in the attack.

- All of our husbands are safe.
- Oh!

Cheers.

Thank God.

Oh, my God.

The bomber was wearing
an ANA uniform.

He entered the base
with an Afghan platoon

through the southern gate.

Was he a member of the unit?

We're still trying
to verify that,

but it appears so.

Once he started for the TOC,

the ANA Sergeant noticed
something was wrong

and stopped him.

That's when he blew himself up,

killing the Sergeant

and wounding six other
people in the area.

So the TOC was the target, sir?

It appears so.

Beginning immediately,

we will be implementing
stricter measures

in order to safeguard
our troops.

From our Afghan allies?

Correct.

The attack convinced
the Pentagon

to further accelerate
our drawdown,

which means consolidating
forward sustainment bases.

Sir?

Your orders are being cut, Joan.

You'll be heading home
with your brigade.

But I just got here, sir.

I understand.

But the colonel you replaced,

he'd already been here ten
months with your unit.

Yes, sir.

That is a tough break.

I'm sorry, Frank,

but this whole situation
is one big cluster.

Yeah.

Either we are here to
do a job or we're not.

This drawdown means we
are asking the Division

to do more with less.

I don't disagree.

But orders are orders, right?

I know.

Good morning, kiddo.

Did you get my text?

I did.

Where'd you learn
to use emoticons?

Hey, your dad is a very hip guy.

Right. Did you get my e-mail?

What's an e-mail?

Ha ha.

Yes, I got it.

And?

And you can send as many
tofu recipes as you'd like.

Until it tastes like a
medium-rare sirloin,

I ain't gettin' near it.

Dad, the whole idea is
to get you off red meat.

Whose idea? Not mine.

You're hopeless.

And you sound just
like your mother.

Which is a good thing.

Yeah?

Absolutely.

So tell me about this
sociology paper.

I'm pretty stoked
about it, really.

It's about poverty in US cities

and how race and gender
can be major factors.

_

Good morning, Gloria.

Let me guess. You
heard from Tim.

Mm-hmm. Oh, I could
just burst into song.

Well, don't, okay?

At least not in front of Chief.

Your pies are about as
popular as his gumbo,

and the big guy has
got a fragile ego.

Okay.

Have you heard from Hector?

Holly, I told you...

I know, you're
getting a divorce.

I'm just romantic, I guess.

Yeah, yeah. Go put
the pies away.

Aye-aye, sir.

Kevin.

How you doing?

I'm great. How are you?

Everything's good here.

Yeah?

The news said that
the suicide bomber

was going after you.

Yeah, well...

don't believe
everything you hear.

Really?

Well, they say the bomber was
only stopped at the last minute.

D, We were never in any danger.

Don't worry about me, all right?

So how are things going
with the Burton kids?

Well, uh, it's been interesting.

Interesting how?

It's a long story.

I'm all ears.

Did you know you could
make a bomb out of an MRE?

Hello.

Maggie, it's Jackie Clarke.

Can you meet me in half an hour?

♪ When you feel like ♪

♪ a tear dropped in the ocean ♪

♪ like a match lit and tossed ♪

♪ in the middle of a wildfire ♪

♪ Like if you
screamed right now ♪

♪ who would even notice ♪

Good morning.

Morning.

♪ It's all right ♪

So what are we doing here?

What do you think?

♪ It's all right ♪

Really?

Just became available yesterday.

Want to check it out?

Absolutely.

♪ You know where to run ♪

♪ you know where to
crumble in the dark ♪

♪ when the world won't
stitch your heart ♪

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning, Latasha.

You live here?

I do.

It looks like the two of you
are gonna be neighbors.

Well, there goes
the neighborhood.

You want to see it?

Open up, girl.

♪ My love will know
where to land ♪

♪ know where to step
outside the rain ♪

♪ when your wings can't
catch and break your fall ♪