In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 4, Episode 11 - Provo-Cation - full transcript

Bulldog 1,
this is Bulldog 7

We are two clicks
out from target.

Area looks clear, over.

Roger Bulldog 7, we are
Oscar Mike behind you, over.

Copy that, Bulldog 1.

See you on the other side.
Bulldog 7 out.

Dumbasses will probably
get lost.

We'll have to take out Haji
all by our lonesome.

That's hella profound.

All right,
let's move out.

♪ ♪



Christ.

Sarge, are we seeing this?

Give me the binos.

No problem, Major Filk.

Always good doing business
with you, Kabir.

Son of a...

It's Major Filk
and Captain Barnes.

Tell your boys to be careful
with the Claymores.

I'd hate to have to deal
wi a bunch of new faces.

Let's go.

Two weeks ago
they're bitch-slapping non-coms

over gut-busters
and widow-makers gone missing.

Guess we know
where they went missing to.

Hell do we do now?



Our job.

Soon as Haji clears out,
we get to the target.

What about
Filk and Barnes?

One enemy at a time,
Loverro.

Get down, get down!

Get out!

Stay low.

Mike!

The summer
after first grade,

my neighbor
taught me how swim.

Mrs. Duane, on dry land,

was a sumo-sized single mom
and CPA.

But five feet from the edge
of the shallow end,

she was my own personal
safe harbor.

Holding out
her stay-puft marshmallow arms,

she'd say, "close your eyes,
count to five,

take a breath,
and jump."

What came next
was a frantic mix

of kicking and gulping
and bubbles and gasps.

Slowly, but somewhat surely,

I made it through
my turquoise-colored panic

and into her waiting arms.

Not because I wasn't scared.

Because she wasn't.

Days like this,
it's all worth it.

Well, it's always worth it.

But days like this...

What, God?
What's worth it?

The job, the slog.

Con men and turncoats.
The low-level grunt.

Guy sees his superiors
selling arms to the enemies.

Coulda looked the other way.

Oh, like you with me stealing pens
from the supply closet?

Instead he stands up,
turns in the guys

on the other side
of the salute.

What's he get in return?
Death threats.

His career is shot to hell.
And a one-way ticket to WITSEC.

- It's better than Fallujah.
- "It's better than Fallujah."

That's our new bumper sticker,
right?

It's either that,
or "WITSEC.

It's not just for mobsters
anymore."

He's a bona fide hero, people.

A little less at ease,

a little more attention.

Oh, boy.

U.S. Army Special Forces,

three tours in Iraq,
Afghanistan.

Multiple commendations
for bravery.

Distinguished Service Cross.

My husband doesn't feel
he's worthy--

Sue...

Sergeant Loverro is in a coma
on life support, ma'am.

Chest candy's pointless
if the rescue's not successful.

I wouldn't say that.

The criteria for the cross

is based on actions,

not outcome,
and your actions

in saving Sergeant Loverro

meet that criteria
and then some.

- As you were.
- Thank you, sir.

Wish I could get
our other witnesses to do that.

Stan, does your friend
have a name?

Marshall, Mary,
this is--

Major Lucas Provo, JAG
attorney for Sergeant Shears.

Inspector Shannon.

Inspector Mann.
Welcome aboard.

Okay, so...

So I see everyone's settled.

Everyone good?

Good.

This is to make official

that you will be
honorably discharged

from the U.S. Army.

As such, you are entitled
to receive

any and all benefits
due you.

- Thank you, sir.
- And the Army

is coordinating with DOJ

to get your entitlements
set up, yes?

Oh, yes, sir.
We are, sir.

Yes, just, uh,

plain yes.

Smooth.

Good. Now...

Once we get you and Mrs. Shears
in suitable quarters,

the next order of business
will be--

Listen, Mr. Provo--

Major Provo.

Sorry. Major Provo.

I have no doubt
that you're good at your job,

and even less doubt
that we're good at ours.

And protecting Mr. Stills--

not Sergeant Shears--
that's ours.

Hey, you okay?

I just felt much safer
on the base.

Sue, the Army doesn't have
its own Witness Protection.

And I promise you,
we're pretty darn good at this.

So if you follow
a few simple rules,

safety won't be an issue.

And if there's anything
you need,

you can contact us
day or night.

I'll be taking the lead
on your case.

For the record, it was sort of
my turn to take the lead.

But I've got a--
well, a bit of a...

situation here.

Let's just say
you're not the only one

who has to follow
a few simple rules.

Now, once we get you
settled in--

Inspectors,
as much as

your input is appreciated,

military protects military.

On this operation,
I'm running point.

Major, I'm--
I'm no lawyer,

but I've got
a pretty good handle

on matters of jurisdiction.

Stan, back me up here.

Well, actually...

No, not the "actually" face.

- Not my favorite face.
- Yeah, well.

I went back and forth
with DOJ.

But bottom line,
the Army's going to run this.

With our input, of course.

Our input?
What a crock of--

We all have
a chain of command, Mary.

I've formulated
a detailed plan

for the witnesses' security.

- It's all outlined in here.
- Wait, wait, wait.

So it's all in there?

- Easy.
- Oh, that's great.

And I'm sure your plan
that's all in there

is perfect in theory,
Major,

but theory goes out the window
in Witness Protection.

- It can get pretty messy.
- Inspector Shannon.

I assure you,
I have spent plenty of time

with messy.

And in my world,
theory goes out the window

- every day.
- He doesn't get it.

- Okay, look--
- Just stop.

Everybody stop.

You're talking about it
like we're not even here,

like it's nothing.

Our lives are gone.

In the Army,
we were safe.

At least I-I thought we were.

My husband can't do this.
I can't do this.

Hey, hey. John.

Let us. Go on.

Take the lead.

Whoo.

Messy, right?

I'm just curious,
what's your big book of plans

say we do when the wife
runs crying out of the room?

Since 1970,

the Federal
Witness Protection Program

has relocated
thousands of witnesses,

some criminal, some not,

to neighborhoods
all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute

distinguishing them
from the rest

of the general population.

And that is,
somebody wants them dead.

I had hoped that Sue would be
the least of our worries.

Army wives are used
to starting over,

dealing with new environments,
the quick assimilation.

Right, but she's not
an Army wife anymore.

This isn't just hopping
from base to base.

- I get that.
- Do you?

My mom was an Army wife
for 30 years.

She's now a full Professor
at Johns Hopkins.

Life beyond the base,
it can work.

Any suggestions how, Major?

What are you asking him for?

He's the problem,
not the solution.

How do you figure?

You work for the people
John's testifying against.

Your D.C. office is a huge
potential security leak,

and "potential" is being kind.

There's no conflict
of interest here.

The JAG Corps
prosecutes criminals,

period, just like DOJ.

Right, criminals
who draw paychecks

from the same company
you do.

We get paid
by the U.S. government.

- So do you.
- All right, people.

- Let's stay on point.
- Look,

we are fast-tracking this case

with the full support
of the Army and Congress.

The accused, meanwhile, are in
the stockade awaiting court-martial.

You think those guys
don't have any reach?

The stockade doesn't have
any phones?

I don't disagree with you.

There are many links
in the chain of command.

And that includes
a small handful

of trained operatives

who are out there,
literally right this second,

actively looking for John.

So if you want
to keep him upright,

I suggest you get on board.

Oh, on board?
Gosh, why didn't you say so?

He just wants me
to get on board.

Okay, you two.
Cease fire.

Mary, you and Marshall are going
to work with the Major.

- Get John and Sue settled.
- Oh, great.

- Thank you, Chief McQueen.
- You're welcome.

Our office is here to help
in any way we can.

And hey, uh,
call me Stan.

- Stan.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

"Call me Stan."

- What?
- Oh, no.

I get it. It's cool.
A little uniform envy.

That's nothing to be ashamed
of--it's kinda sweet.

Look, you're all a-twitter.

You're like an eight-year-old girl
with a new Shaun Cassidy poster.

Mary, we just--
don't start, all right?

The man deserves
a little respect.

Of course he does.
Just, you know.

Try not to salute.

Stupid.

Seriously, Provo
puts the "jag" in "jagoff."

I have something
that'll take you

from your current level
of disgust

back down
to your usual state

of garden-variety grumpiness.

Is it a legal document
promising you'll never say

"garden-variety grumpiness"
again?

Two free tickets
to an isotopes game.

What gives?

You live
for minor league baseball.

Abigail booked us
on ghost walk the same night.

Ghost walk.
Lame.

The woman loves
a haunted house.

Yeah, haunted house,
ghost stories.

Yay!
It's a slumber party.

What's next, pillow fight
and a ouija board?

- Easy.
- Just sayin'.

You bailing on baseball?

That's a big "c" compromise.

You mean sacrifice.

Compromise,
in the romantic sense,

entails inaction

and potential loss,
whereas sacrifice--

Yeah, stopped listening
at "two free tickets."

The realtor lists the building
as southwest contemporary,

but I'd say it hails more
from the prairie school.

Ah, I was just gonna
say that.

The prairie school.
So true.

Won't do.
Not secure enough.

Hey, Marshall,
I've got an ideal.

Why don't you bore
our friends

with your version
of the nickel tour?

I'd love to have a word
with Uncle Sam.

Let me show you
this landscape integration.

If you'll step back here...

Hey.

We're trying
to get these people settled.

You know, calm.

And the wife--
she's not calm.

She's about
two minutes away

from guys in white suits
with butterfly nets.

And those fishbowl windows
may as well

have a sign saying
"welcome, snipers."

An interior unit on the middle
floor would be optimal.

Yeah, fine,
if there were a direct threat.

But we have our witnesses
secured in a safe city

that only a handful of people
know about,

two of them us
and none of them snipers.

So trust me,
unless someone's calling an ex

or using an old credit card,

this is as optimal
as it gets.

You see a skylight, right?

You know what I see?

Oh, boy.
I have a feeling I'm about to.

Two rangers hovering

in a whisper-silent
500p helicopter.

They rappel down
and breach this place

in 30 seconds flat,
and extract John

before Sue
can say "one Mississippi."

Look, I know
we're just Army,

but we do top secret
pretty well too.

Really?
Wikileaks says hi.

Seal team six and Osama Bin Laden
tells a slightly different story.

Look, inspector.

I really want us
to work together on this.

So when I tell you
John's not safe here,

it's not hyperbole.

He's not safe here.

What do you mean,
we're not safe?

Sue,
that's not what he meant.

I thought
the whole point of coming

into this program
was to keep us safe.

Of course it is,
and you are.

Sue, hey.
Listen to me.

No witness
in the history of WITSEC

has ever been harmed

when they stuck
with the program.

Major Provo, he's just being
a little extra cautious.

Trust me.

Look, do me a favor.

Find John,
we'll load up,

and we'll go see
those other places, okay?

Great idea.
Come on.

Unbelievable.

You win every argument
with your boyfriend, don't you?

Wow.

The practiced casual
boyfriend drop-in.

Gotta say,
I was kind of expecting more.

And for the record,
I prefer

"condom-ly challenged
ex-douchebag."

- So he's--
- Awol, at my request.

Hey, by the way,
back there with Sue,

bang-up job
with the top secret.

You guys give lessons?

- John?
- Mm.

What Major Provo said...

Do you think
we're really in danger?

- I asked you a question, John.
- I'm trying to watch TV.

- And I'm trying to talk to you.
- Oh, Jesus.

Not again, okay?
Not again.

Get your rank posterior
off my spot.

First me, now Oscar.

At this rate, you'll need
an extension for the bed.

I like it.

It's homey.

Oh, man.

Sue, everything okay?

I can't hold him off,
Marshall!

- Open the door, now!
- Please!

Open the goddamn door!

Sue, I need you
to get to a safe place.

Lock yourself in any room.

I'm in the bathroom.
Help me, please!

Sue, listen to me.

Call 911.
We'll be right there.

Sue? Sue?

I'm coming with you.

Mary, get Provo.
It's Sue.

Open the door, now!

Damn it,
open the goddamn door!

Open the door!

Move away from the door!

- Move away from the door!
- Open the goddamn door!

John, that's enough.

They'll kill you
if you don't let me in.

They'll kill you if you don't
open the door now!

Ow...

- Albuquerque PD--
- They'll kill us!

- Easy...
- They're gonna kill us!

- Easy, easy.
- No.

No!
Get off of me.

Easy.

- Has he ever hit you?
- Never.

Not once.
And he didn't hit me.

It's not what you think.

Sue, have you ever seen
a movie of the week?

If he was violent
with you once,

trust me,
he'll do it again.

She's right. He will.

But this isn't about
domestic violence.

Really?
'Cause it looks just like it.

From what Marshall said,

this is a clear case
of PTSD.

PTSD's a diagnosis, Provo.
That's the why.

Right now,
I care about the what.

And if you think the what
isn't domestic violence--

I-I need to be
with my husband.

John was in
a dissociative state,

triggered,
at least initially,

by the movie
blasting on TV.

All quiet
on the Western front.

Couple that with the stress
of Sue pushing on Afghanistan,

it's not unreasonable to think
that that's why he snapped.

Marshall, when you got here,
John was yelling

"they will kill you,"
right?

"They," not "I."
Yeah, "they." Right.

So?

Well, according to Sue,

he's been battling insomnia.

Emotional detachment,
disproportionate outbursts of anger.

Guess what those
are symptoms of.

Pregnancy?

Who made you the spokesman
for post-traumatic stress?

2,000 Iraqis.

At one point
during Desert Storm,

my unit engaged
the Republican Guard

for four days
of sustained combat.

I watched thousands
of them die.

Literally thousands of Iraqis.

In four days.

- Jesus.
- That's gotta take its toll.

You have no idea.

I got lucky.
I got help.

Now I volunteer
at Walter Reed,

talking to soldiers
with PTSD.

Okay, so he's got PTSD.

He's still dangerous.
So now what?

You tell me.

I'm just riding shotgun
on this one.

Inspector?

We work the program.

Find them jobs
and a place to live.

And we get him help.

Well, I'll say this.

We've never had so much room.

Don't you think, John?

Yeah.

Look, I'm gonna go out
for a smoke, all right?

He never smoked
until Afghanistan.

Everyone there, and Iraq,
they all did.

Just as
a time-killing thing.

Listen, about last night...

Is everything in Albuquerque
so brown or white?

Sue.

Living on base,

I saw so many soldiers
come home with it.

I saw what it did
to their marriages.

And their families.

I knew it was possible,

maybe likely,
but I just...

Closed my eyes and prayed

that it wouldn't happen
to John.

That it wouldn't happen
to us.

I just want my husband back.

We're gonna do
everything we can

to get John
the help he needs.

You would have liked him,
Marshall.

Before.
He--he was funny.

And charming as anything.

Everyone just loved to be
even just around him.

You know?

Interior's secure.

This place'll do.

This feel okay to you, Sue?

- Good as any.
- Excellent.

Let's spread the word.

Good news, John.

Welcome home.

Listen, uh, John.

With everything that's happened,
you know,

it might help to sit with it.
You know, talk it out.

These guys
have worked with a therapist

- for years--
- Oh, no.

I'm good.
I was just...

Overtired last night.

You know,
been through a lot lately.

Everything's fine.
Right, honey?

Mm-hmm. Right.

- Sue, I think that--
- I got it.

Can I talk to you two
a minute?

They're all yours.

"Fine"?

That guy's
no one's version of fine.

Yeah, I know.

I've seen too many
defense lawyers manipulate

a witness with PTSD into ripping
his own credibility to shreds.

Right now I'm a little more concerned
with him ripping his wife to shreds.

Yeah, me too.

Look, if this case
goes away,

a pair of traitors walk,
and John's blown up

his life and career
for what?

You think he and Sue
are a mess now...

Honestly?

All I'm thinking now is how
I could eat my body weight

in blue corn enchiladas,

soft beef tacos, and...

I'm gonna say
a side of sauerkraut?

Sure,
who doesn't enjoy Mexican

with a side of sauerkraut?

Yeah.

Oh, look.
Ah.

- Papas fritas con chile.
- Thank you. Good.

Soft beef tacos,
and a blue corn enchilada.

Cool, thanks.

You'll survive
without the sauerkraut?

Yeah, you know.
Cravings.

Sometimes, you just gotta
show 'em who's boss.

Snooze on this,
I'll put it all away myself.

Seriously, I didn't
line my pockets with tinfoil

for nothing.

You know what?
This is, uh...

This is nice.

Yeah?
You should get out more.

I'm just happy
to have a beer

and someone to sit with.

I've been eating solo
at P.F. Chang's all week.

Uh-huh.

So...
John and Sue.

Am I gonna have to separate
those two, or what?

I'm not sure.

You know, we train soldiers
to tamp down their feelings,

so the fact that he's not
keen on sitting down

with a shrink
is hardly surprising.

Can't expect him
to do a 180 and open up

just 'cause it'd be
more convenient.

Yeah.

You know, maybe you oughta flip
through that big book of plans.

There's gotta be something
in there, no?

You gonna let that go
anytime soon?

Define "soon."

You haven't asked me
how I knew.

So we're speaking
in code now, or...

How I knew
you weren't married.

Ah.

You know, the casual
"boyfriend" drop-in.

Mm-hmm.
Figured you didn't see a ring,

you put two and two
together.

- How about you?
- Mm-mm.

How's that happen?

How's what happen?

Decorated war hero
turned JAG lawyer,

spends his free time
volunteering with wounded vets?

Come on.

There's no
Mrs. A few good men?

There's gotta be a serious flaw
in there somewhere.

Uh, well, um...

I could never
hit the curveball.

- Huh.
- C'est la vie.

Ah, there it is.

C'est la vie
is the flaw?

Hate it.
Hate it so much.

Can I be blunt?

Not sure you can't be.

You can knock off the lonely
bachelor eating solo B.S.

Albuquerque's endless supply

of dopey hot co-eds,

and you skulking around
in your crisp class "A"s?

Please.

Fish in a barrel
have a better shot.

First of all,
I rarely skulk.

Answer the question.

You didn't ask one.

It was implied.

I'm holding out.

That's all
you have to say?

Not all.

How's the rest go?

I'm holding out
for something more.

For something more,
you know?

Smarter, messier, just...

Just more.

Hmm. Funny.

I'm holding out for someone
who doesn't bug the crap out of me.

Well, I'm guessing

that significantly drains
the pool.

You have no idea.

- I have some idea.
- Do you?

I do.

You gonna be okay
with this?

I'd be a lot more okay if DOJ
had let me call in my guy.

We need an expert,
not just on PTSD.

PTSD for vets.

You know
this situation's unique.

Bringing in an outsider's
not doable.

Look, military PTSD

isn't my specialty.

Provo probably knows
more about it than I do.

So fine.

They want to coax this guy
into staring down his demons,

give it a whirl.

This is all routine,

but I thought
it'd be good for us

to jump into our prep.

Iron out the kinks

before we get
in front of a judge.

Yes, sir.

I asked inspector Mann
to stand in

as opposing counsel--
good for you?

Yeah.

Okay, John, just so you know,
my girlfriend got me

a Law & Order box set
for my birthday.

Fair warning.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

We appreciate

your being here today, Sergeant,
because you, more than anyone,

can shed light on what happened
in the Korengal valley.

- Yes, sir.
- Only answer

if the defense asks you
a question, John, okay?

Okay.
I'm sorry, sir.

So... let's go back

to the events
of that day.

You were on a forward scout
with Sergeant Loretto--

Loverro, sir.

Right, sorry.
Sergeant Loverro.

You two were on
a forward scouting mission.

That's correct, sir.

Questions only, Sergeant.
Understood?

Right.
Sorry, sir.

What did you see?

I saw Major Filk and Captain Barnes
selling weapons to the Taliban, sir.

Allegedly selling,
but we'll get to that.

What happened next?

We were dug in
behind some rocks--

- You and Mark?
- Me and Mike.

Mike.

We were dug in, waiting for the field
to clear before we pushed on.

And my team fired
an AT-4 at Haji.

And all hell broke loose.

Get down, get down!

Define "all hell."

Well, the enemy
returned fire, sir.

Me and Mike
were caught in the cross.

You and, uh,
Sergeant Lawrence.

Sergeant Loverro.
His name's Mike Loverro, sir.

Okay, you and Loverro
were caught in the crossfire.

What happened then?

We made a run for it.

Stay low!

Mike!

Mike got hit.

How did you know
he was down?

You were in the lead,
isn't that what you said?

Did you see him get shot?

How did you know
he hadn't just tripped?

Stay low!

Was he shot before or after
you went back for him?

Mike, wait!

Did you see the shot?

- Mike!
- No, I--

Yes, I did, sir.

Which is it, Sergeant?

Was he shot
before you got there or not?

Look, I carried him
to safety.

Sergeant Shears,
when was Sergeant Lombard shot?

Look, his name's
Sergeant Loverro, God damn it.

Sergeant Michael Loverro.

And I killed him.

Go ahead.

During the firefight...

I didn't go first.

Mike did.

I, uh...

I-I gave him
the wrong hand signal.

He jumped out
before I could stop him.

He took the bullet
that was meant for me.

- You don't know that.
- I was lead recon.

Mike was my responsibility.

I go first.

Things get ass-ended
in battle.

You go on instinct.
You do your best.

John,
you saved your friend.

No.

If I had gone first,

Mike would be fine.

He wouldn't be
in a goddamn coma.

You had no way of knowing
Loverro would get shot.

In the face of that, you--
you rescued him.

You carried him
on your back to safety.

You risked your life

to save that
of a fellow soldier.

You don't think
that's what a hero does?

I'm not.
I'm not.

Listen, John, everything
you're going through,

it comes
with the territory.

I know.

You're gonna come out
of it.

Yeah?

Where?

Good question.

The next stop
on Ghost Walk

is the Renfro mansion,
built in 1890

by then-territorial governor
Charles Renfro.

He sold it to James Madsen,
a U.S. marshal,

who used the basement
as a jail.

Did I tell you?

A ghost story
about a marshal.

Perfect, right?

A home run.

Oh! Oscar!

Oscar!

Oscar?
Oh, my goodness.

Oh, my goodness.

Is that
my little Oscar-puss?

- Brandi.
- Hey.

Sorry about that.
He's still learning the leash.

So is she.

Oh, yeah, that's okay--
he's just excited

to see auntie "bwandi,"
aren't you?

Yes, you are.

I'm Peter, Brandi's fiance.
Have we met?

Uh, yeah.

- She kind of arrested me.
- That's right.

Family dinner. Got it.
Yeah, that was fun.

Just doing my job.

So Ghost Walk.

Which one of you
is the haunted house aficionado?

Guilty.
Can't get enough of 'em.

Since I was a kid.

Can you believe
I'm marrying this?

Oh, hey, are you guys
coming to the wedding?

I didn't know
I was invited.

- Uh--
- Don't tell me

you got another plus-one
on the side.

My invitation did not
include a plus-one.

Well, it does now.

Okay.
Well, I would love to.

Now, I promise,
I'll leave the cuffs at home.

- Please.
- Hey, we should catch up.

They're almost
at the Renfro mansion.

If you think
I'm gonna miss that basement...

Okay, the sad part is,

he's actually
totally serious.

But it was really good
bumping into you guys.

- We'll see you at the wedding.
- Can't wait!

Let's move in together.

You, me, and Oscar.

Okay.
I'll give notice tomorrow.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

It's not too soon?

Marshall, he's a dog.

He'll adjust.

Your pants are vibrating.

This is chaffee.

On my way.

I'm first in, got it?

Thanks.
Sorry. I gotta--

Go.
I know the drill.

I like the drill.
You wear it well.

Marshall.

- Is everything okay?
- Everything's fine.

My evening just opened up
unexpectedly.

I thought I'd stop by
and see

- how you and John are doing.
- What?

Isn't he with you and Mary?

- Did he say he was?
- Yes.

He came home for a quick bite
around 6:00,

and then left again,
said he was going

to talk to you
about job prospects.

No, we haven't seen him
all night.

Was he acting strangely
in any way?

Say anything
out of the ordinary?

No, no.
No--no more than lately.

Oh, my God.

Voicemail.

- Marshall, it's gone.
- What's gone?

- The gun.
- What gun?

The gun!
The one he said you gave him.

Sue, we didn't give him
a gun.

Please, please, please.

Whatever you have to do,
just bring him home.

I called Mary.
She's on her way.

I know. I got her.
Okay, great, thanks.

E.S.U. Located John's rental
heading north on the 25,

just this side
of Raton Pass.

He's going
to Colorado Springs.

You sound pretty sure.

Been keeping track
of Loverro's progress,

thinking I might be able
to add him as a witness.

You think
John went to see him?

Manner of speaking.
Loverro died three days ago.

His funeral's tomorrow morning.
Guess where.

Great, a guy with a Mountain of guilt
on his head and a gun in his hand.

There's gonna be military
there, everywhere he looks.

That's a lot of targets
for a loose cannon.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Sue, look at me. Look.
Here. Come here.

What I need you to do right now
is sit still and stay calm.

We're gonna handle this,
understand?

You thinking
what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking there are not
a lot of commercial flights

out of sunport
this time of night.

Hey, Stan,
sorry to get you at home.

We need a plane.

- Marshall, time.
- Funeral's in ten.

Damn it, which way?

Marshall, use the nav.
Punch in the address.

Hit "fastest route."

What's the nav say?
How long?

- Nine minutes. Turn right.
- Go, go, go.

Then shall the dust
return to the earth,

from whence it came.

And the spirit...

Peace will be
with your soul...

I don't see him.

Pull forward.

Hey.

Behind that tree.

Hey, I don't know
what you told Stan

to get him to say yes,
but you getting in harm's way?

I'm saying no.
Stay here.

Aim.

Fire.

Aim. Fire.

Aim. Fire.

I'll get in front of him.

- You flank.
- Okay.

♪ ♪

John. Hey.

What are you doing,
John?

Think, soldier.

I just...

Come on.

I just...

I wanted to apologize
to Mike's wife.

No, no, no, no.
Drop it, John. Come on.

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, John.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

For everything.

Will you please tell Sue?

Just slow down, soldier.

Think about
what you're doing.

That's one of your men
over there--that's Mike Loverro.

You don't want
to mess up his funeral, buddy.

Come on.
Right?

You wanna apologize
to his wife?

Honor his memory?
Start now.

Think about his family, John.

Think about yours.

John, damn it.
You did nothing wrong.

You did nothing wrong.

Loverro was a hero

who died for his country,
gladly.

He knew it
when he signed on the line.

Look, you don't understand.

Six months of night sweats

and a heart attack
every time a car backfires.

You think
I don't understand?

Come on, John.

I know the world of hurt
you're in right now.

Not the exact coordinates,

but I'm familiar
with the landscape.

Look at me, John.

Look at me.

I can help you.

But you gotta
put the gun down first, buddy.

Come on, come on.

It's okay.

It's all right, buddy.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay, John.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I wasn't gonna hurt anybody.

I just...

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

- So...
- So look.

I'm gonna stay here
with John.

- Clean up this mess.
- Great.

Okay.

See ya.

See ya.

Listen.

You know that thing
I said before

about you being the problem
and not the solution...

That's all
you have to say?

Not all.

How does the rest go?

It was implied.

Hey. What's up?

I just wanted to make sure
that you knew

I invited Abigail
to the wedding.

- Abigail.
- Yeah.

- Marshall's Abigail?
- Yeah.

You know she arrested you,
right?

She was just
doing her job.

God, you're like a shark.

You only move forward.

Anyway,
we ran into them

at Ghost Walk
the other night.

She's really nice.

They're
a really adorable couple.

Oh, adorable.

They're
a pail full of kittens.

You kidding me?

It's a mid-life crisis
with a badge.

They'll probably be
broken up

by the time the wedding
rolls around.

But seat 'em
next to each other.

It'd be fun
to watch 'em squirm.

Oh, I don't know,
the vibe that I got--

That's what they said
about Joanie and Chachi.

How'd that turn out?

Hey, I gotta go.

I'll call you later, okay?
Bye.

- Mary.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, I forgot
you were coming.

Oh, now, I forgot to tell you.
So we're even.

Do you want to come in?

Uh, actually, I can't.
I can't stay.

I just wanted
to drop something off.

Oh, well,
John's resting now.

Actually, it's...
it's for you.

I just--I thought
it couldn't hurt.

Well,
what John's been through

and what I'm going through,
they don't really compare.

Well, they don't have to.

It's not a contest.

Look, Sue,
you've been through a lot too.

You've lost a lot.
A life.

Family, friends.

I just know
it's going to be tempting

to reach out
to that old base of support.

Don't.

If you need to reach out,
reach out to me, okay?

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

- Take care.
- Bye.

Okay, great.
Thanks.

Yeah. Bye, Luke.

Well, Provo got into it
with Colorado Springs P.D.

They're gonna look
the other way

on the funeral incident,

concealed weapons charge.

So John's still on track
to testify.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Good. So...

"Luke" now.
Interesting.

What's interesting?
It's his name.

You two went to lunch?

I had to eat.
He was there.

Whatever.

You make it sound
so romantic.

Romantic? Marshall.
Look at me.

Babar's sexier than I am.

Pregnant women
are only less attractive

to men who have never...

consummated with one.

Oh. What?

No.
I mean, it wasn't my baby.

Blech, Marshall.
Gross.

Look, if you're into that stuff,
find a website.

No, it's complicated.
I was in college--

Okay, you need
to stop talking now.

What is all this?

What, you got a mope
angling for new digs?

Uh, it's, uh...

It's not for a witness.

It's for me.

For me and Abigail,
actually.

You and Abigail.

Interesting.

So who's renting
the u-haul?

Still sorting that out.

We've both gotten
pretty set in our ways.

Yeah, well...

How set in her ways
could a 12-year-old get, right?

Point is, my place
doesn't feel right to her,

her place doesn't feel right
to me.

Hmm.
That's odd.

I mean, Abigail's so neat
and girly,

and you're so neat
and girly.

Well, you know what I think.

It's not a sign that
we shouldn't move in together.

It's a--a glitch.

- A glitch.
- A bump.

A bump. Huh.

Here you go.

How about this place?

The prairie-style one.

It's perfect.

Ask any aquaphobic
six-year-old.

There are benefits
to staying out of the pool.

You get to mock the nose plugs
and the kickboards,

eat ice cream without watching
the clock for 30 minutes after.

And the dry itch aftermath,
the bleachy stench of chlorine

is someone else's
cross to bear.

But sitting poolside
as others splash around

can tempt even the most timid.

If you're feeling brave,

you close your eyes,
count to five,

take a breath,
and jump.

And you hope that
someone stronger,

more currently reliable--

your own sumo-sized CPA--

will be there to pull
through the kicks

and the gulps,

the bubbles
and the gasps.

You always work
this late?

Huh.

Well, my current condition

tends to limit
my dance card.

Anyway, between a backlog
of these after-action reports

and these marshal service
pregnancy forms,

I'm doing paperwork
for two.

Well, how about dinner
instead?

Also for two.

You can't believe
these forms.

That eager
to get rid of me, huh?

Hey, you know those, uh,
little berets

you guys wear?

You got any extra?

I gotta do something about Stan's
uniform envy-- He'd love it.

We'd really love it.

- Answer the question.
- You didn't ask one.

Yeah, I did.

Wow.
Your timing's crap.

Same reason
I could never hit the curveball.

- Oh, really?
- Yep. One dinner.

I'm on a hop
back to D.C. in the morning.

It's just dinner.

You'll get me
the little beret?

So that's a yes?

It was implied.