In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 4, Episode 13 - Something Borrowed, Something Blew Up - full transcript

On the day of her sister's wedding, Mary is flown to Miami in order to protect her least favorite witness from hired mercenaries.

Previously on "In Plain Sight"...

Sparkly...

Seriously?

How is this not just another lurch
towards whatever seems fun, no offense.

- God! could you
just be happy for me!
- Okay!

Okay.

I'd like you to be
my M.O.H.

Maid of honor
at my wedding?

Well, I'm honored...

Think about it?

Mark, he's in town
and he wants to see you.



How has this never come up.
You have an ex-husband!

You know me.
I don't like to brag.

Less talk, more couch.

Ronnie Mcintire is my witness.

We're his WITSEC inspectors.

If you testify
against Julian Conran--

No! No, no.

We're not giving this weasel
another bite at the apple.

You guys get me in there,

we will nail that bastard
on fraud and arms dealing.

I'm a U.S. Marshal.

I can't believe
I'm pregnant.

No, you can't,
and, yes, you are.

You didn't tell him,
did you?



Oh, my God.
Is that a baby?

- That's mine?
- Actually, it's mine--

Well...

Ours.

God,
I am so glad you're back.

Just to do my job.

I'm not breaking up
your family, Peter.

You are an angel.

And everything will work out,
trust me.

Things don't always go
according to plan.

You're telling me.

Listen,
for federal babysitters,

you've been top-notch,
really.

But this is as far along
the yellow brick road

as you're gonna go.

I need my people.

Guy thinks he's got people.

Dudeskies, I'm about to give
grand jury testimony

against Julian Conran

and an arms-dealing syndicate
so vast,

I'd be shocked...

And frankly a little insulted
if the skinny guy in the oval

wasn't hearing about this
in his morning briefing.

So, if the DOJ is gonna
drag me to Albuquerque

on a weekend,

I'm goin'
with people I trust,

and I got people.

I'm demanding my people...

Otherwise that G4 you'll have
waiting on the tarmac...

It's gonna be
one guy short.

- Mmm.
- What's that?

Sandwich.

No, the other thing.

Oh, starter sandwich.

Ha ha. Hey, Mary, Mary,
quite contrary...

- Right where you belong.
- Oh, yeah--

pregnant and desk-bound.

Oh, the strides we've made
in the workplace.

I stretched for you.
I did, but you're eight months.

Field work is off
your to-do list.

I can get disciplined.
Is that what you want?

You want to know
what I want?

I'd like to get reacquainted
with my toes.

I'd like to sneeze without
my uterus screaming in unison.

And as for you stretching,

I could give a crap about
some BS regs put in place

by a bunch
of paper-pushing white hairs,

whose only brush
with maternity

involves all-male waiting rooms
and passing out cigars.

Jesus!

He kicked...

Or she.

Eh, I'm gonna go with "it."

What? It's an "it."

Mm.

Mm.

Hey.

It's the day
before the day, Brandi.

Of course I'm up.

I know.

I've always been mystified
by the mindset of makeup.

Age-defying, firming,
regenerating,

micro-sculpting...

Putting up car payments' worth
of your paycheck

into a three-ounce bottle.

I'm amazed.

Honestly,
it's like I'm on safari.

Whoo-hoo.

Oh, my gosh. All right,
so this was your plan--

to ply me
with virgin daiquiris

while you slowly turn me
into Tammy Faye Bakker?

Stop.

There's a flaw in your math,
by the way.

Let me give you a hint--
virgin daiquiris.

Okay, it's a little makeup
to find a look--

a dry run for tomorrow.

All right, well,
you slather me with this crap,

- I'll show you a look.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna go try on my dress.

You need help? No? Okay.
Well, if you do, just shout.

I'll send someone in.

Just kind of a delegator.

You want
some under-eye cream?

It's for, like, puffiness.

I mean, I get it
on some level.

You want to change,
or hide,

or feel what it's like
to be just... not you.

If only for a night.

But at the end of the day,

as your haggard reflection
will tell you every time,

the makeup comes off

and all that you're left with
is exactly who you are.

Mary?

Mary, get in here!

What?

I'm suffocating! I've got
to get out of this dress.

What,
prom night flashback?

I'm not kidding.
I can't breathe. Get this off!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay, calm down.

Please!

You can't be
suffocating, okay?

This dress is really loose.

When's the last time
you ate something?

- Oh! Ate?
- Yeah.

I don't know.
I'm getting married.

I had a salad...
yesterday.

My God, all right, look, we're
gonna solve the dress thing,

but then you need
to eat something, okay?

There's a tray of cupcakes
out there.

Well, there's half a tray now,
but still...

We're gonna get you
to your fighting weight, okay?

And if not, I've got
the seamstress on speed dial--

no big deal.

I'm gonna screw up
my own wedding.

Hey, hey!
Squish, come on!

Peter's not marrying you
for your dress size,

he's marrying you
for who you are...

And your dress size.

I'm kidding.

Come on, I'm kidding.
You're gonna look great.

You're saying that
to stop me from crying.

How am I doing?

I just don't want
to start off bad, like mom.

Come on,
there's not a chance.

First of all, you didn't buy
your wedding dress

at a pawn shop.

And Peter's best man's
his father,

not his getaway driver.

You guys are gonna be fine.

I mean, that part's done.
You already are.

- Are you gonna cry, too?
- No, I'm good.

But look, in every other way,
I am totally here for you.

Ah, sorry, just--

just one sec.

Hey.

I know this is
the big weekend,

but, hey, sorry, you know?

- I'm gonna need you.
- What do you mean?

Stan, we talked about this.

This is different.

It's nothing.
Just one sec.

Hey, Stan...

I love work.

I wish
I were at work right now.

And I never say this,
but this weekend is totally out.

Which is why
I wouldn't even suggest it.

I mean, I didn't.
It's D.C.

And they're not suggesting.

U.S. Attorney's convening
a top-secret grand jury session

in Albuquerque, big-time case,
heavy-hitter witness.

Uh, it's one of--
one of yours, actually.

- One of mine? Local?
- Not exactly.

You know,
moves around a little bit.

Stan,
don't say Ronnie Dalembert.

- Wish I didn't have to.
- No!

Thing is,
you're on the docket, too, Mary.

- What? The sting?
- The sting.

You had to know when you wore
a wire, it was gonna come up.

It has to come up
tomorrow?

We can't postpone this till--
I don't know--

literally
any other time?

Come on, come on,
I'll talk about stacks of cash

and planeloads of guns
all day next week.

Like I said, not my call.
DOJ's got a hard-on for this,

and they want it
taken care of ASAP.

Should I rephrase that?

Come on, Stan.

Marshall's picking up Ronnie
in Miami

0600 tomorrow, all right?

Listen, you go in.
You raise your right hand.

You bang out a little testimony.
You're good to go.

And I'm in and out
before the wedding?

In and out
before the wedding.

Fine.

Mary, tomorrow?

- It's my wedding.
- Oh, is that tomorrow?

Look, Brandi,
I-I know it's your wedding.

Everyone knows
it's your wedding.

Congress knows
it's your wedding.

It's gonna be fine,
I promise.

Let me just go track down
that seamstress.

- What is she, Estonian?
- Canadian.

Well,
I knew she was something.

God, I've missed this town.

- It's a city.
- Albuquerque?

Keep telling yourself that.

Just get in the car.

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.

Target blocked.
No shot.

Extracting.

Pregnant lady sneaking out
on me-- that's a new low.

I thought you were sleeping.

I was,
in tiny increments,

in between your trips to
the bathroom every 20 minutes.

Look, you have no idea
what's happening

with my whole
setup down there.

Oh, that's so hot.

Can I get a little more detail
on that, please?

Listen, Mark,

look, I'm sure
you won't even need this,

but Jinx is ankle-deep
in mother-of-the-bride crap.

So, just in case,
this is the wedding playbook.

- Oh, okay.
- You know what?

Second thought, I got it.

- I'll just bring it with--
- Would you give me the thing?

- No, no, seriously, I--
- Give me the lousy clipboard already.

I just sold $300,000 worth
of solar paneling.

I think I can handle Evan,
the flower guy,

Don't kid yourself.
Evan is vicious.

Ooh!
Evan, vicious-- noted.

Right.

So how long is this
whole situation gonna go on?

I mean, it's been two days--
just, you know, ballpark.

I haven't really
thought it through.

Right.

Look, I really got to go,
but this--

Mark,
this is not a solution.

Oh, Mary?

You complete me.

Ugh. Mark.

- Good morning.
- Says you.

I'm getting a weird feeling Mark
wants to move to Albuquerque.

For the baby?

No, Marshall,
for the surfing.

Would that be so bad?

- He's fun to have around, no?
- He's too much fun.

Exhibit "A"--
my developing situation here.

- I'm pointing to my belly.
- Got it.

How did this happen?

Honestly,
my sister's getting married

to a stand-up rich guy,
and I'm knocked up

by my ex-husband,
who's somehow gone

from crashing on my couch
for a few nights

to being my plus-one
at her wedding.

You want my advice, don't do
anything about Mark yet.

I know you think
you don't get rattled,

but these things add up.

Don't make any big decisions
in this moment.

I agree.
I'd wait.

What?

Got to go.

Don't play with the moonroof.

It's daytime.
It's a sunroof.

Just-- don't--

You realize your deep-seated
entitlement issues

are the foundational reason

you've been forced into hiding
in WITSEC, right?

Hiding?

Dude, I'm living. You should try
it sometime, Marsh.

What do you got,
like, one pair of jeans?

I have several pairs, and what
does that have to do with--

Satellite, nice!
Can we get Stern on this thing?

Sunday morning
at the courthouse.

It's like a ghost town.

Uh, that's the idea--
it's off hours, more secure.

Ah, Marshall Mann,
U.S. Attorney Carson Cistulli.

- Knock it up, Broseph.
- Hey.

Seriously, Cistulli?

What, are you gonna roll out
the keg, meet up on the quad?

I was just-- well--

So, Mare, where'd you land
on that whole Mark thing?

I mean, if you want,
we can kick it around later.

When am I up?
I assume I'm up first.

Uh...

Get him
out of here, please.

Excuse us.

- Actually...
- What?

- Oh, boy.
- What?

Jury gathered
30 minutes ago.

We're still missing
juror number 11.

- Are you serious?
- So what's the hypothesis?

Juror 11 hit snooze
too many times,

or do we see
a potential security breach?

Well, it's hard to say.

I mean, he's been
a conscientious juror.

Never late.

Always pays attention,
et cetera, et cetera.

Mary, you'll stay
with the witness

until Delia and Marshall
locate the juror.

Bring him in.

No, no, Stan, I can't,
'cause I've got my thing.

And-- Stan...

I can't stay with Ronnie.
I can't.

It's like I'm allergic.

Seriously,
my throat's closing up.

It'll be two hours, Max.

Two hours, Stan--
come on!

You'll have plenty of time.
I promise.

I've already called APD.

They've got resources
we can tap into.

Detective Chaffee's
on board.

Delia, Marshall,
I want this guy found, and fast.

Copy that.
Marshal Marshall,

it'll be a pleasure
to partner with you.

Got to make a phone call.

Hey, it's Mark.
Leave me a message.

Hey, Mark, call me back.

You better be awake.

Coffee?

- No. Thanks.
- Great, 'cause I only got one.

So tell me about this,
uh, Mark guy.

No.

He's in your head, huh?

Look, I'm not having
this discussion with you

and not just because
you're a witness.

Love it.
You're like me--

a lone wolf,

a "wolfstress," if you will.

I really, really won't.

This Mark guy--
you don't need him.

He gets in your head,
screws up your testimony.

- Mm-hmm.
- Distractions--

you can't pitch a tent
in a hurricane.

Guy told me that once.

This dude-- he was epic.

He sold plots of land
on an island off of Puerto Rico.

- Get this--
- Please shut up.

No island.
Oh, yeah.

Mary texted me.

I never should've taught her
that angry emoticon.

- U.S. Marshals.
- Albuquerque P.D.

We're looking
for Connor Burghoff.

Yeah.
Well, he's not here.

And you are?

Kristi...

Owens.

You live here with Mr. Burghoff,
Kristi Owens?

No.

So what are you doin' here?

Pickin' up a book--

Catcher in the Rye.

Ah, a fellow Salinger fan.

Connor did my brake pads
a couple months ago.

Saw it in the passenger's seat,
wanted to check it out.

You're a regular
public library.

- He know you're in his house?
- He left the back door open.

So where's the book?

I don't know.

All I know is it wasn't
where he said it was.

Are we done here?

When was the last time
you saw Connor?

Not since
I picked up my car, okay?

God, since when did this become
a police state?

Sweetheart,
if this were a police state,

I would do something
like this.

Nice ink. So was it a toss-up,
that or a butterfly?

You see something you like?

If you hear from him,
give us a call.

Anything?

No probable cause.
Plus, his car isn't here.

We'll come back
with a warrant if we need to.

For now, let's go to his--

His job site? Address is
already punched into the GPS.

Hello?

I got him.

I'm not a marshal, but this
seems like a security breach.

You're a fast learner.

Stan, we found
juror number 11.

I think we could safely say
we're gonna need an alternate.

You ordered from Chicky's?

Yep, I talked her into
a biggie breakfast burrito.

Wow.
She ordered a biggie.

What, is she making up
for lost time?

Did they forget the guacamole?

No, no.
No, no, no.

See?
Guac, right here.

Where is she?

And, uh,
where are you?

Mark,
don't say this out loud,

I may be
a little late.

- Huh.
- Listen...

My sister's unaccustomed
to things going well,

so these are
uncharted waters.

If she starts to wig out,
here's what you do.

Mary, I got it.
We got breakfast.

The seamstress is
on her way over in 45 minutes

for a final fitting,

and your mother's on
her way over with doughnuts...

or crullers

or whatever Brandi's
gonna chase

this massive burrito
down with.

Okay.

You realize this
is actually more annoying

than your
standard incompetence.

See, you got a whole new thing
to hate about me.

You're welcome,
by the way.

I got to go.

Don't cry.
Here you go.

This paranoid race war stuff
you had in your car--

it posits an alternate reality
wherein you and your friends

emerge victorious from a war
that, in fact, does not exist.

We're not at war.
Why am I here?

We canvassed
the neighborhood.

The neighbors say you've been
spending a lot of nights there.

Your boyfriend's dead,
Kristi.

You seem
not altogether concerned.

He wasn't my boyfriend.
He was just some guy who died...

For the cause.

So you're a true believer,
and you were at his house,

what, removing any trace
you'd been there?

I'm not stupid.

That remains to be seen.

This tattoo, 1-8,
it's a well-known code

in her circles for the first and
eighth letters of the alphabet--

"A", "H".

I'm assuming Adolf Hitler,
not Alfred Hitchcock.

We gonna find the same tats

on the guy
who took out your boyfriend?

APD-- they're gonna tie you
to Connor's death

in two seconds flat.

Yeah, from where we sit,

it seems pretty clear
you had him targeted.

You knew Connor
was on that jury.

You reeled him in

and convinced him to leak
the where and when

of today's testimony.

I grew up with these guys.

They're organized, committed.

And if you're asking me
about them now,

you're already too late.

I'm just saying, trial
should've been in Scottsdale,

where Conran's based.

Ronnie raised plenty of cash for
the fund right here in Albuquerque.

Plus, it seems safer than
doin' it in the guy's backyard.

Yeah, how you feelin'
about that now?

You feeling pretty good
about that call, huh? Huh?

Yeah.

Stan, we're coming to you.

Preview--
this does not look good.

Sounds like juror number 11
gave up the details

of Ronnie's testimony,
then became one last loose end.

Gave it up to who?

- The girlfriend.
- Kristi Owens--

Neo-Nazi, tattoos.

If we feel
like connecting the dots,

it's a pretty straight line
to the crowd

Julian Conran
was dealing arms to.

All right, all right.

We got to get
these jurors out of here.

I want a security detail
on them right now.

- What's your ETA, Marshall?
- 15.

All right,
cut that in half.

We're moving the witness.
This thing is done.

McQueen,
I can call Washington,

get 'em to okay
an alternate juror.

- You can't shut this down.
- Yeah?

I'm a U.S. Marshal,
counselor.

I got jurisdiction in 50 states,
plus territories,

and right now I got
a witness to protect.

You want to call D.C.,
you be my guest.

Dead juror--
that is not great.

We're moving you
to a secure location.

Your testimony
will be rescheduled.

Don't worry. You'll still get
to regale the jury

with tales
of your financial malfeasance.

Technically,
it was non-feasance.

Huh! Look, I found 20 bucks
in mine.

Of course you did.

Who knew
these even had pockets?

I'm just saying,
you're getting shot at,

you're wearing your vest,
it's like,

"Ooh, good, altoids--
I wondered where those went."

Get down,
away from the windows!

All right,
we got to move!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

I'm fine.

Corner outside
is the safest spot.

- There's no windows.
- Can you keep up?

Yeah, I've got this thing
where I move real fast

if someone's
shootin' at me.

I've got you.

I'll cover you.
Stay low.

Move it, move it,
move it, move it.

No phone.

No cell.

They must have jammed
the signal.

Nothing.
They cut everything off.

We're not safe here.

Hey, decode this for me,
'cause I'm pretty sure

I heard the words,
"safest place in the building."

- It is.
- These guys planned this.

They know we're in here.

We're not safe.

We're trapped.

You scared me.

I scared you?
For me, it was the sniper fire.

Don't be a baby.
Let me get the glass out.

Sorry you got dragged
into this suboptimal situation.

Well, I'm not sure
I mentioned it,

but in my off time,
I do a little detective work.

Dead bodies,
flying bullets--

kind of part
of the job description.

If anything happened,
I want you to know I, uh...

What? You'd throw yourself
on top of Mary?

N-no.
I mean, yes.

She's--she's my partner,
Abigail, and she's pregnant.

And my instincts kicked in.

I get it.
I do.

Do you?

I do.

This part
needs to be under--

Oh, I thought this was
gonna go up here.

Like you turn your hair--
it looks pretty, too, and then

this part goes up like that.
And now that way, it can have

a sort of a pageboy...
Mom, stop, please.

To Grace Kelly
kind of appeal.

No, don't t crush it.
Cradle, cradle it.

- Okay.
- A little bit of spray.

Please, stop!

This bouquet makes me look
like a beige cloud.

No, it's subtle.
It's beautiful.

It's not. It's "fugly."
Mom, stop!

Stop! Just stop messing
with my hair!

Oh, my God, I can't believe
I just did that.

That's okay. I've got
Evan the flower guy on standby.

I own Evan.

And he's two blocks away.

Moms, you want to go pick up
a new bouquet?

I'd do it,
but you're the experts.

I'm just a guy
with a clipboard.

Mom.

- Okay. All right. Dora?
- Mm-hmm.

We will be back
before you know it.

- Yeah.
- Come on. Let's go.

More color-- yeah.
We're on it.

Oh, thank God.

It wasn't about the bouquet.

It was just the touching
and the hovering and--

Mark, where is she?

She's supposed to be
my maid of honor.

- I haven't seen her all day.
- I don't know where Mary is.

I tried calling her cell.

It went straight
to voice mail.

I don't know why she's not here,
but that's Mary.

Come on, she'll be here.

You know that.

She would never miss
your first wedding.

Service dock's no good.

We'll be exposed the second
we hit the streets.

Then our best option
is out through the tunnels.

- Under Lomas?
- No.

There's a service tunnel
under 4th street,

runs a few hundred yards,
then hit the annex.

We get in,
chopper your guy off the roof.

Could work, chief.

I'll take "could."

"Could" is as good as we got.

All right, now let's talk
worst-case scenario.

We can't get into the annex?

Where'd you get pudding?

There was pudding.
I got two.

Yeah, all right.

Why don't you
just take off?

You got
your sister's wedding, right?

Don't talk about my sister.

And why I don't take off
is that I'm working.

There are men who came here
to kill you, me,

and anyone in between us.

Just sitting here
dodging bullets and glass

'cause you screwed up again,

despite chance after chance
to get things right.

Mmm.

I know.
I guess I, uh...

You look at me,
and all you see is a con man.

I never had a chance.

Mom drank.
Dad split before Goodnight moon.

By the time
I hit grammar school,

all I knew was to look out
for myself.

You think a guy as smart as I am
doesn't realize

that that's a road
to nowhere?

You think I'm blind
to all that?

Doing what I do,
I am truly and fully alone.

I know there's nothin' real,

no attachments.

I don't deserve 'em.

Ronnie, God...

You were talkin' to me
that whole time?

Wow.

Cold.

You would have made
a killer con man.

I get a better pension.

Mary.

So...
What are we thinking, Stan?

Mary, I'm sorry, okay?
I'm doin' the best I can here.

These guys have been
one step ahead ous all day.

We've got to move our witness.

The best you could do

is stay as far away from Ronnie
as possible.

I'm not putting you
in harm's way again today.

Harm's way is the gig.

It's, like, written on our badge
somewhere, right, in Latin?

No, not a discussion,
all right?

I'll stick with the witness.

You and Marshall
bring up the rear.

Are we clear, inspector?

Are we clear?

Okay.

Come on, stand up.

I want to see my baby girl
in her wedding dress.

- It's perfect.
- Yeah?

You don't think it's
a little too something?

No.

It's perfect.

Just look at you.

Do you ever think
about where you were

and how far you've come
from there?

In your wildest dreams,

could you imagine,
with all that partying

and those lowlifes
you called your friends

and all those basements
in New Jersey--

and now you and...

And Peter...

You've changed...

- My sweet girl.
- Okay.

Called her cell--
still no answer.

She'll meet us there.

We cannot wait
for her any longer here.

- We have to go, now.
- Okay.

- Okay. Let's go.
- Can I just have a minute?

I'll meet you
out at the car, okay?

- Yeah?
- Yes.

Marshall.

Oh, crap.

No signal.

Court security,
but no blazer, no badge.

But if he's up here,
who's down there?

We got to get 'em
out of that tunnel.

You're not goin' anywhere.

Marshall, we just sent
a whole team down there

- with the guy who did this.
- And I'm goin' after them,

but you're staying here,
understand?

Take cover.

We good?

Not really, no.

Hey!

Careful.

I got two marshals
comin' up behind you.

- I'll hang back and wait.
- Good.

Stan!

What the hell is happening?

Stan!

Stan, get down!
It's a trap!

Take cover.

Marshall?
She's fine, I promise.

Damn it, Mary!

What?

I'm done with Ronnie.

Stash him wherever
you have to, Cistulli.

Just make sure that asshole's
in my rearview

for the rest of time.

See you on the stand.

I've got a wedding
to bridesmaid.

I know this day
didn't go as planned,

and, uh...

I still have the shattered
pieces of a trial to pick up,

et cetera, et cetera,
but, um...

Cistulli, speak.

Just, you know...

Thanks for shooting
all those guys.

Easy there, big fella.
Those are custom-made.

- Don't worry about it.
- I can't believe DOJ's

relocating this clown again.

I know you can't say,

but please tell me
he's not going somewhere great

like Paris.

He is not going to Paris.

Someplace nicer?

So much nicer.

Broseph...

Come on, these mimosas
don't get colder.

Miss me.

All right.
Close it up.

No.
No, no, no, no, no.

Brandi, hey!
What are you doing?

- Brandi?
- I can't.

Brandi, no!
Come on.

- I can't.
- What?

I've just been
trying so hard

to be this person
who I'm supposed to be

or who I prefer to be, but I--
that's not who I am.

What's not?
Squish, what?

This!
This, this...

Put-together, shiny,
better version of me.

There's no such thing as that.
There's no such thing as better.

There's just who you are.

Wha--look, I don't even--
better is who you are right now.

Well, not right now,
but better is who you've been,

who you've become!

Turns out that I'm exactly

who everybody
thought I was--

- Peter's parents.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, God, everybody's
gonna be so mad at me, Mary.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
I can't.

I need to go.
I really need to go.

Look at me.

Hey.
Hey, look at me.

I'm not mad at you.

Okay?

I'm gonna be the one person
who's not mad at you.

Just go.
It's okay.

I got this, Squish.

Go.

It's okay.

Um, I need a car.

I sort of need a car.

- Oh, God, okay.
- Thanks.

In our lives,
every one of us draws a circle.

Inside it are your people--

the people you fight for,
the ones you protect,

no matter what.

As you get older,

your circle gets smaller
and smaller.

People grow up,
or they don't.

They fall by the wayside
or just drift off

one day at a time.

But those who stay

through thick and thin
and everything in between--

they're the ones you want
in the foxhole

when the walls
come tumbling down.

So what do we do now, dad?

Well, now we take care
of the caterer.

Hey, you've been
through worse.

Not sober,
I haven't.

Just...

God!

I'm tired, you know?

You're
in your third trimester.

The baby's exerting pressure
on your lumbar spine,

obstructing the venous return
from your legs.

Is it wrong to want
to pop this kid out early

on the off chance it'll stop
your graphic recollections

of freshman bio?

Perfectly natural.

I should have been here
for her.

It was impossible today.

And you are
on every other day.

Marshall, it was
a wedding day, and I was awol.

Awol maid of honor.

So...

Earlier, you know...

Thanks for...
you know.

The courthouse?

Yeah.

By the way, you falling
on top of me instead of her,

how'd that go over
with Nancy Drew?

I told her
it was just instinct.

You douche.
You said that?

She understands.
She gets it.

You're my partner.

Yeah.

Running through
that hallway today...

Bullets flying
and the running...

I don't know, just...

You really feel
the weight of...

this...

you know?

And I just...

I don't know.

Marshall!

Hey.

Uh, listen, I can--

No, no.
It's fine. I'm fine...

Really.

You need a lift?

- I'm good.
- Come on.

I'm not gonna leave you
literally at the altar.

Well, technically
it's a chuppah.

A chuppah.

- Chuppah.
- Don't.

Don't make me laugh--my uterus.
No guttural "c," "h."

Anyway, I don't--
I don't need a ride.

Mark's around here somewhere.

Okay.

Ow!

Marshall...

- Something's wrong. I--
- Okay, just have a seat.

I think--
I think something's wrong.

Ow!

Ow!
It's not time!

I need to get an ambulance.

It's not time.
It's not time.

Mary? What's happening, baby?
Talk to me.

Mary, look at me.

Women deliver
at 32 weeks every day.

- You know that.
- Mary.

- I'm not ready.
- Okay, Mary.

I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.