In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 4, Episode 3 - Love in the Time of Colorado - full transcript
Teddy.
- Jimmy!
- Hey, boss, what's up?
Ivan Varoshi.
Ivan flew in to see
what Kirsch Au Pair International
means by "money well spent."
Mr. Varoshi, it's a pleasure
to put a face with the invoice, sir.
Winnie and I are taking
them out to dinner.
You got anything
I can toss off as mine
before the appetizers come?
Well, our, uh, European division
has expanded from placing
maids and nannies
to butlers
and personal assistants.
And we've also noticed
a surprisingly robust market
for private chefs.
Dynamite.
Sorry, Valentina.
My husband the ****
has a nasty habit of leaving
people in the wind.
He was a sprinter in college.
Jimmy Hart,
as I live and breathe.
Winnie, you still gonna go
to the Casablanca Q&A
at the Landmark?
Winnie, hon?
Reservations.
Oh.
Hey, Jimmy, get out tonight.
Try not to work so much.
As you wish.
No!
No! Help me!
Help me!
The little guy.
The underdog.
David as opposed to Goliath.
These are who we're raised
to root for,
to climb every mountain,
take on all comers,
to shock the world
with a win in Lake Placid.
And once in a blue moon,
they do.
But the unerring faith that
every little guy will find love,
bring home the gold,
or slay the dragon,
is, in reality,
the stuff dreams are made of.
Or rather fairy tales.
Just sayin'.
I'm just saying she's peppy.
I'm just saying I know.
- You know?
- I do.
This doesn't concern you?
Nope. I like Delia.
I like pep.
You like pep? - Yeap
Nobody likes pep.
I like it.
Who's the schnook?
Jimmy Hart,
head of accounts for Kirsch
Au Pair International.
Babysitter shakedown?
Little more to it than that.
Always is.
Our guy witnesses a murder,
tips the first domino
in a global prostitution ring.
Staffing agency was being
used as a front.
Man, Marshall gets
all the juicy cases.
Prostitution, au pairs.
It's not fair.
We're talking
forced sex trade, Mary.
Eastern European girls
who thought
they were coming here
to be nannies,
only to be sold into...
yeah, I know,
that's not the point.
I'm up to my ears in tax evasion
and securities fraud.
The highlight of my year
was schlepping
to North and South Dakota
last month.
The Dakotas, Stan.
The Dakotas!
I'm goin' in.
I still don't see
why I can't just go back
once the smoke clears.
I mean, Teddy and those guys'll
be in jail, right?
"Those guys" are
Albanian mob, Jimmy.
The smoke doesn't clear.
You just...
You get new smoke.
My colleague, Mary Shannon.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hi.
We done with the tea party?
Oh, sure as
hell sounds like it.
Good.
This is Oleg Varoshi,
Ivan's brother,
de facto head of the syndicate.
Guy's got every reason...
personal, financial,
and otherwise...
to want you dead.
Hey, don't get me wrong.
The feeling's mutual.
Ivan, Oleg,
even Teddy...
throw away the key.
Good, good.
Attaboy.
Damn right, "good."
This was a bitch
of a deal to make.
I stuck my neck out to get
you immunity.
Immunity from what?
I told you, I didn't do
anything. I'm helping here.
Play the "not me" card
all you want, but know this...
implicating the money guy is
the easiest thing I do all day.
Hey, Perillo.
Um, the guy couldn't
be more agreeable.
Maybe zero-to-hot
in ten seconds flat
isn't what we're looking for.
Maybe you do your job,
Inspector,
and I'll handle
the little water bug,
okay?
Unreal, huh?
Eighteen.
Only thing an 18-year-old
should be doing
is shotgunning Red Bull
and texting her friends.
God...
- They're...
- Children.
I know.
Jesus, Teddy.
This one is
as heinous as it gets.
And you're the linchpin.
Each one of 'em's gonna stack
some serious jail time...
Varoshi, his crew, Kirsch...
and we are this close to taking
down the SOB's wife.
Whose wi...
What are you talking about?
You talking about Winnie?
Winnie could never...
I mean,
just the idea of that
is totally insane!
Jimmy, calm down, okay?
We get it. We do.
You think
you know someone, and...
No, I do know someone.
Okay, with Teddy, yeah,
I had to wrap my head around it,
but Winnie, she's different.
It's literally not possible.
There goes the moral outrage.
Jimmy, we see the deep,
dark ugly of people
every day in this job.
It's impossible
to even fathom...
No, you want me to walk away
from a life, people I love,
testify against a guy I played
little league with.
I say okay.
But you're looking
to indict a woman
I know in my heart
to be absolutely innocent.
Where's my moral outrage?
- Where's yours?
- All right, fess up.
Is something going
on between you two?
You having a fling
or something?
I'm not having a fling.
Then, what?
Don't tell me you've been
in love with her
since high school or something.
No. Since I was nine,
actually.
You guys want
to go after Winnie?
Find another linchpin.
Feisty little water bug, huh?
Have fun.
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.
Let me get this straight.
Your whole life
you've loved one woman?
It's not like I didn't date.
I had girlfriends.
I even almost got engaged once.
But ever since that first kiss
in Winnie's bedroom window,
no one's ever measured up.
Of course no one's measured up.
You never got together.
It's all just fantasy.
Moonlit nights
and ice cream cones.
What actual girlfriend
stands a chance?
It's not fantasy.
It wasn't.
I know this girl.
We grew up together.
We did homework together,
we went to movies opening day,
we shared a limo to the prom.
I was even in her wedding.
Jimmy, I read the file.
Interpol footage
from Tirana International,
bank havens in the Caribbean,
trips there
by Teddy and Winnie.
So? They're vacations.
Oh, come on.
I watched a teenager die.
I am a motivated witness.
But if it means sending
an innocent woman to prison,
- sending Winnie to...
- That's your girl, Jimmy,
making happy-face
with Ivan Varoshi,
handing him a business card,
Grand Cayman.
She recruited
the son of a bitch.
Grand Cayman.
What do you got, Jimmy?
I didn't put it together.
I just...
set a meeting.
"Set a meeting"?
Who are we, the Steno pool?
I want to see Winnie.
I want to ask her one thing.
Let me do that,
and I will sign this M.O.U.
And hang Grand Cayman
around Kirsch like a noose.
I don't take orders
from witnesses.
We're not in a goddamn
Grisham novel.
Okay, okay.
Here's the thing, Jimmy,
DOJ tends to frown
on putting their star witness
in a room
with potential defendants.
Yeah.
They're sticklers that way.
It's easy to be a stickler.
Watch.
All right, how about this...
Perillo and Marshall
hop a plane, go see Winnie.
- Mary...
- It'll be fun.
You relay whatever message
Jimmy's tender heart desires,
get her to flip.
No way in hell
my guys go for that.
Why don't you
talk to your guys?
'Cause I am my guy,
and it's a yes on this end.
It's a yes on this end.
Look...
Just give Winnie this note.
You don't have to like it,
counselor.
Just see what she says.
I gotta go check on my end.
Hey, what'd you mean before,
you were in her wedding?
I was the man of honor.
Come on, Jim.
Man of honor?
That's not an oxymoron?
Technically, no.
Hmm. Okay.
It's a something-moron, though,
I'm pretty sure.
Guy spends his whole life
devoted to one woman,
who, P.S., married someone else.
You know what we call that?
Classically romantic?
Totally pathetic!
I'm with Marshall.
Sounds like
the best romantic comedy ever.
Don't get her started on...
Don't get me started
on Rom-Coms.
Talk about a waste of time.
"Hey, Harry." "Hey, Sally."
Opposites attract
"We hate each other,
but not really!"
Yeah, I get it, okay?
Just save me the two hours of
"I'll have what she's having"
and fess up now,
so I can get on with my life
and back
to the grown-ups' table.
Sounds like someone could
use a visit from Mr. cupid!
Don't get her started on cupid.
I hate that fat little
Valentine's baby.
You and Perillo are cleared
for the meeting in Colorado.
As soon as we're done
with recertification training,
you'll fly to Denver,
you'll sit with Winnie,
deliver Jimmy's message,
see what you can
do to bring her into WITSEC.
Hey, what was
that middle thing?
Oh, recertification.
Special ops has put down stakes
for a month-long session
on hostage combat
and tactical response.
We're up at the end
of the week.
Call it a refresher course.
Call it glorified paintball.
Maybe so, but I'll tell you
what we're not calling it...
optional.
Are you sure?
Because I was supposed to help
Brandi pick out
her wedding dress,
and I was really
looking forward to that.
Is that ass-hat Scalavino
gonna be there?
Front and center.
Make nice.
Scalavino.
That'll be fun.
Yeah. Can't wait.
Are we seriously
supposed to buy
that the boss' wife
was in the dark?
I mean,
did she honestly believe
there was that much money
in babysitting?
Say I was accused
of something like this...
doing unspeakable things.
You do unspeakable things
all the time.
Math bees, online chess...
Would you believe it?
Okay, no.
Because you have
that level of faith in me.
You just know.
Because I'm a U.S. marshal,
and not some lovesick sap.
What's your point?
Love, friendship,
what have you,
it often blinds people
to things
right in front of their faces.
Shakespeare built
a career on it.
Yay. Shakespeare
before noon.
I said break the hold,
you little bitch!
We're not goin' anywhere.
This asshole's MO Hasn't changed
since back at the Academy.
He always picked one girl
and really pushed it,
but this is over the line.
It's part of the simulation.
Like he said, it's gotta
be real as bone cancer.
Mary can take care of herself.
Back off!
I will gut this whore!
Hey, Scalavino,
any chance you can
gut this whore
minus the surplus groping?
Back off!
Backing off.
What are you gonna do
in this situation, Mary?
No one's comin' to help you.
No one in the world.
Hey! Take it easy!
Marshall, you take it easy.
I'll do whatever
I feel like, Inspector.
She's all mine.
Your friend doesn't
like this very much.
Kind of hard to talk
like this, isn't it?
Come on, Mary.
Break the hold!
Get your hand off my... aah!
Hey! Hey!
What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Marshall, what are you doing?
Marshall! Marshall!
Come on! Hey!
What's the matter with you?
I can take care of myself.
Hey, hey!
This puke gets suspended,
McQueen!
On his official record,
permanent!
- Stan!
- Not a word! Not one!
You are benched
until further notice.
- Come on, Stan!
- Benched!
Come on, get it.
We are hours
from flying to Denver,
I got a case headed
straight for the crapper,
a lovesick witness,
and a neutered WITSEC
Inspector halfway to schizo!
Aw, that's sweet.
You should
write greeting cards.
Marshall's out of the field
until cleared
by Psych Eval, Perillo.
Those are the regs.
This situation is
sensitive, okay?
I'm looking for kid gloves here,
a little delicacy.
And here ya go.
What, her?
Snarky little smirk
in a leather jacket?
I'm thinking we start you out
in "condolences,"
or maybe
"birthdays for her."
Well, I should go pack.
Really psyched
about our getaway, Perillo.
Book a window and an aisle.
We'll toast s'mores in between.
Oh, crap.
The dress.
Yeah, the dress.
It's my one day off, Mary.
Look, I'm sorry
my work didn't sync up
with your one day off.
What do you want me to say?
I don't know, "I'm sorry"?
We just did "I'm sorry."
What else can I say?
I'm not kidding.
I'm about to miss a flight.
Mary.
So, the dresses, they're all...
Stiff and white and stuff?
Swear to God,
I will put you in taffeta.
I appreciate you
meeting with us, Winnie.
How does getting duped
by Albanian gangsters
make my husband
a sex trafficker
and a flight risk?
I mean, they took my passport.
I mean, please.
Listen, Jimmy Hart's handlers
asked us to give you something.
Oh, my God. Is he okay?
I'm told he is.
I mean, I can't believe this.
I mean, the two men in my life
are just gone.
Just like that.
From Jimmy.
I will always come for you."
Some kind of code, right?
Like some security thing?
Growing up, we used to have
these silly passwords.
We'd go through ten in a week.
And, eventually, in college,
we settled on one.
Huh.
It's from The Princess Bride.
It's one of our favorites.
Tell Jimmy I'm reeling,
but I'm safe.
And I miss him.
His testimony is gonna put
these monsters away, right?
It looks like it, yeah.
Look, Winnie,
I don't know how to put this,
but these monsters...
- The Albanians.
- Yeah.
How sure are you that Teddy
wasn't working with them?
What?
Are you kidding?
No, I am sure.
Of course I am!
In exchange
for your testimony...
what testimony?
We can offer you entry
into the witness
protection program.
Teddy is a businessman!
He may be naive
or tunnel-visioned
or too ambitious by half,
but he is hardly a criminal,
or whatever you think he is.
Jimmy seems to believe
he may have been.
- Why would Jimmy say that?
- That's just the thing.
- No!
- Why would he?
I haven't the first clue
why my friend
- would say that.
- Okay, look...
and, apparently,
I don't know who Jimmy is.
Let's just take a breath, okay?
No! I do know...
what I know in my heart
is that I never want
to speak to Jimmy again, ever!
You tell him that.
In fact, no.
You tell him...
You tell him this.
Hey!
Doogie Howser.
Mary, what are you doing here?
Uh, well, I couldn't think
of a more depressing combo
than taking the bus
home from the DMV.
So figured I'd give you a lift.
Uh, sure.
Thanks.
Looks like the GPS works, huh?
Listen, Jimmy, I spoke to Winnie.
Yeah.
Jimmy, she's not gonna flip.
She was...
she was really upset.
She asked me to give you this.
"I would not say such things
if I were you."
That's it?
That's all?
She didn't say "buttercup"?
Uh... No.
Well, then,
someone needs to go back
and convince her
the man she's standing by
- is a piece of sh...
- There's no going back.
She doesn't want to see you,
that's what the note means.
Don't tell me
what the note means!
Don't you
tell me what the note means!
Every Saturday,
we'd watch movies together.
Talk about them,
re-watch them,
quote them like
our own private language.
Casablanca, Princess Bride,
Broadcast News...
Five minutes.
- No.
- Please!
I know I can convince her
if I can...
she doesn't want
to speak to you.
I have no reason
to lie about this.
Teddy has every reason
to lie about it.
He's her husband.
And... and... and...
And love often blinds people
to things right in front
of their face, you know?
Shakespeare built
a career on that crap.
I know.
Really?
Huh.
Okay, so... so....
Then you'll get
with the program,
keep your nose clean, testify?
I get it.
I know what I need to do.
Okay.
Okay, that's good.
Cooperative Jimmy is good.
You knew it was a simulation.
Yes.
I'm gonna stand.
But you felt like
your partner was in distress.
Something I've experienced
plenty of times in the past
in far more real,
more dire situations.
I've seen Mary shot,
abducted...
I can't tell you how many times
a seemingly innocuous incident,
far less traumatic than
those previously experienced,
leads to what one might call
a "disproportionate response."
Scalavino is a jackass.
Shelly, he uses his position
to get his kicks
picking on women,
and couches it all
in some reflexive distrust
of imagined political
correctness.
Marshall,
if you want me to sign off
on putting you back
in the field,
you're gonna have
to stop behaving
as though an unacceptable
reaction on your part
is mitigated by an ugly history
of acting out on his.
You are professional
and discerning.
There's no excuse
for what you did.
Let's not waste time
looking for one.
How would your reaction
have differed
if Stan had been
the one under duress
or, say, Detective Chaffee?
How do you know about Abigail?
Marshall.
Have you spent five minutes
with your new colleague?
You mean Delia?
Gordon?
He used to go out with Sally,
then Dana, then Dr. Finkel...
and now not Dr. Finkel.
And you know this because...
My dad was in forensics.
No such thing
as an insignificant detail.
I am dialed in
to the water cooler.
You have to be.
Okay.
How's the head-shrinking,
Iron Mike?
How's the dress-hunting,
Maid of Honor?
Okay, that's fair.
Look, I've been down
the Finkel road before.
You just have to think
of it as window in time.
A pain-in-the-ass window
in time.
Hey, Jimmy.
Yeah, ju...
Jimmy, hold on. What?
Okay, say again where?
- I'm on my way.
- What's up?
Jimmy got run off the road.
Come on, let's go.
Oh.
Oh, right.
Oh, God help me.
Hey, water cooler!
Gun and badge,
we're taking a ride.
Copy that!
See what you've done?
Whoa!
I never partnered with anyone
who drives so... violently.
Don't say "partnered."
It's like you're in a Nascar
race but no one else is.
You could always hitch.
Go check in.
I got Jimmy.
Hey, Jimmy.
Jeez, you okay?
What the hell happened here?
I don't know.
I got distracted.
All of a sudden, there's a cop
in my rearview mirror.
It spooked me
and I lost control.
So, wait,
you ran you off the road?
Oh, my God.
For a strain, you're gonna
need a green tea compress.
And remember: R.I.C.E.
"Rest, ice,
compression, elevate."
I crushed First Aid
at the academy.
My tourniquet proficiency?
Untouchable.
Abigail?
Mary.
Hey, Delia.
- Hey!
- One-car accidents seem
a little below
your pay-grade, detective,
or were you just rubbernecking?
Friend of mine called,
said a friend of his
might've hit a rough patch.
Thought maybe I could help
smooth it out.
Sort of a "heard it
through the grapevine" thing.
- Sounds like quite a grapevine.
- It really is.
Your friend passed all
his field sobriety tests.
My guys are gonna cite him
for reckless endangerment.
Texting and driving.
You gotta be kidding me.
Get up.
Do what you gotta do.
Call it a warning this time.
We all have people to protect.
Oh.
Are we done talking in code?
I think I got it from here.
Thanks for the...
You know.
You know I do.
I said get up!
Ow, Mary, what are you doing?
You heading north
toward Colorado, texting?
Who you texting? Me?
American Idol?
Ha.
Jesus.
Yeah, Stan, we've got a breach.
We've met the enemy,
and he's an ass.
You pop up wherever I go.
I'm not an idiot.
I just bought another
cell phone, minus the GPS.
It's a moot point anyway, it's
a bunch of unreturned messages.
Outfoxing
the federal government
isn't as easy as Jason Bourne
makes it look, Jimmy.
And no one here is an idiot.
Not you, not me,
not Ivan Varoshi.
You can bet your ass his men
have tapped Winnie's phones.
That's assuming she hasn't
already handed them
whatever she has on you,
like an Albuquerque area code.
Jimmy, we're gonna need
some additional information
for the after-action report.
Delia?
On it!
Right this way, Jimmy.
Your paperwork awaits!
I swear to God,
the woman was born on crack
at a Renaissance fair.
Meanwhile, why the hell's
DOJ Not putting this guy
on the first twin-engine
out of town?
Didn't he just violate himself
out of the program?
Well, given
the trial's proximity
and the importance
of his testimony,
we've agreed to move him
to a secure location
with a full detail.
Well, it's probably wise.
If the Albanians don't kill him,
I've got dibs.
The course of love
never did run smooth.
Yeah, I know,
but, God, move on.
I mean, I've kissed
more girls than this guy.
Six?
Six sessions?
I got abducted,
and I was back in four,
and one of them was lunch.
Shelly thinks it's related
to how protective I am
of the women in my life.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
She said that?
- Oh, boy.
- Whoa, what's that?
Come on, Marshall,
all those dates
you and Finkel went on?
We had a date, it was coffee,
and her ex called
in the middle, weeping.
So, technically...
She just got out
of a messy breakup...
Gordon.
Delia is seriously dialed in.
And now she
has you on the couch
for wall-to-wall sessions
and some not-so-subtle
romantic recon.
Wake up, pal.
You're not her patient.
You're her hostage.
She does seem to focus
on you and Abigail a lot.
Yeah, speaking of,
how the hell'd you go
from slumber party
pillow-talk
to breaching the veil
of WITSEC?
Nobody breached
the veil of WITSEC.
Abigail is a detective,
a good one.
She detected.
And, as I recall,
you told Raph.
Yeah, and, as I recall,
we were engaged.
He was my fiance, not some
JV cops-and-robbers play date.
I didn't tell her.
- Fine.
- Fine.
Can't believe I'm not even allowed
to fire a weapon at the Range.
Yeah, talk about emasculating.
You should be the man of honor.
Hold on, hold on.
I'm not asking you
to be here, okay?
Just help me make up my mind.
- So?
- Opening...
And... there!
Okay, I like the white ones.
They're both white.
Left or right?
- They're not the same?
- No, they're...
One's a sling-back in ecru,
and the other's bone
with a stiletto heel.
I swear to God, I only recognized
about three of those words.
Look, I know this may seem
really tiny to you,
but this is a really big chapter
in my life,
and details count.
Sometimes they count
more than the big stuff.
Mary!
Crap, Brandi. Sorry.
Duty calls.
I am really
feeling the eggshell.
It's not eggshell. It's...
Huh?
Bad news.
Look familiar?
Yeah, it's Chris Ferreira,
Teddy's east coast V.P.
Generally a happy guy?
Yeah, nice wife,
couple of kids, you know, yard.
So you'd be surprised
if I told you
he took a swan dive
off the Mystic River bridge
three hours ago?
Uh, yeah.
I'd be stunned.
Consider yourself stunned.
Boston P.D. Considers it
suspicious.
I consider it one last
warning shot from the Albanians.
Ferreira was set
to take the stand next week.
Well, why wasn't he protected?
He chose
not to enter the program.
Jimmy, look,
you're a good guy, okay?
You're Bob Cratchit,
the little engine that could.
The faith that you've put
in Winnie, it's...
Admirable.
But what happened
to Ferreira...
that's life without WITSEC.
So it's time to get real,
Okay? Tomorrow...
What's her status?
- Jimmy...
- What's her status?
Jimmy, grand jury proceedings
are confidential.
- How the hell should I know?
- I don't know.
But until you do
or until I talk face-to-face
with Winnie,
I'm not gonna testify.
Then you need to understand
the consequences
of not testifying.
You will be breaking
a legally binding agreement
with the United States
Department of Justice.
You will be immediately
taken into custody,
your name
added to the indictment.
You will go to prison
for pandering,
kidnapping, enslavement,
alongside Varoshi and Kirsch
and anyone else they can get
their hands on, Winnie included.
Go ahead.
You're bluffing.
Guys with nothing left to lose
tend not to bluff.
James Hart,
also known as James Woodhead,
you're under arrest.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you
- in a court of law.
- Ow.
You're a WITSEC Inspector.
You can't arrest me.
I'm a member
of the U.S. Marshals Service,
the oldest branch
of law enforcement
this country's ever seen.
I can arrest the president
if it's warranted.
Come on, big guy, let's see
if those yellow prison jumpsuits
come in a 40-long.
Say there was a doctor
who developed feelings
for a patient...
Yeah.
We'd call
that counter-transference.
And say the doctor had just
gotten out of a relationship,
and those feelings started
to get out of hand,
to the point of holding
the patient...
Uh... hostage.
"Hostage"?
It's a hypothetical?
Marshall, sit.
I need you to sit.
"Hostage"
is an interesting word.
You've mentioned
Mary's abduction.
That was, what, two years ago?
Two years and change.
So you've seen Mary abducted.
You've seen her get shot.
And at training,
in the simulation,
you saw her taken hostage.
How did that make you feel?
Scared?
Angry?
Powerless?
You felt
as though your partner,
your best friend,
was vulnerable?
Mary as vulnerable
is a stretch,
but I don't know, maybe between
her sister getting married,
me spending
more time with Abigail,
lately, it seems like Mary's
being kind of...
Left behind.
Mm-hmm.
So, Marshall,
I'll ask you again,
at training, how did you feel?
Powerless.
Like...
Like when Mary was abducted.
God.
So...
Where do we go from here?
I hit the bricks.
You get off the bench.
That's it?
I'm good?
You were always good, Marshall.
You just had a bad day.
I'll send the paperwork
over right away.
Guy's been Mirandized
by a U.S. marshal,
spent the night
in a prison cell,
got flown to Denver shackled,
belt and shoelaces taken away,
and locked in a federal
courthouse holding room.
All that pressure,
what'd it buy us?
In his exact words,
"I'll put Varoshi in jail.
"I'll put Kirsch in jail.
"Hell, I'll put me in jail
if that's what it comes to.
Just leave Winnie
out of it."
Gotta say,
for a hopeless romantic
with the moon in his eyes...
Son of a bitch is tough
as a two-dollar whore.
I was gonna say
tough as recursive algorithm,
but okay.
If he won't testify
or starts in with the fifth,
I will drive that little pissant
to Sing-Sing myself.
But the fact is, without him,
Varoshi's on a beach next week,
knee-deep in sweet 16s.
Right, so give Jimmy
what he wants.
I'm not closing the door
on the wife.
Do or don't,
I couldn't care less.
Five minutes,
that's what he wants.
One last moment with Winnie,
so...
She's here to testify
for her husband.
Let's see what Jimmy
has to say to her.
Jimmy, chop-chop.
Five minutes
is fast becoming four.
You look small, Jimmy.
Winnie, three years ago,
I came across
some irregularities.
Off-shore accounts
I didn't recognize,
trips, charges
that weren't on the books.
Teddy assured me
everything was okay, but...
What?
Well...
what?
Oh, my God, please,
just get to it.
Here.
Explain that.
You and Varoshi.
Not to me, to him.
I'm an executive's wife.
I charmed a businessman
and gave him my card,
just as I've done
dozens of times.
I didn't realize
that made me guilty
of anything but good manners.
We went over everything,
every detail.
The files on my flash drive.
Winnie, those trips
to Grand Cayman,
they weren't vacations.
That's just a taste.
Meanwhile, this guy's
refusing to testify.
The schnook loves you so much,
he's going to prison
on the off-chance
you won't have to,
which, by the way,
you probably will.
You love me?
Oh, dear God.
Don't tell me...
You love me?
- See what you've done?
- What?
My whole life,
I've imagined
the hundreds of ways
this scenario would play out.
This wasn't one of them.
Winnie, please, it's okay.
You're telling me this now?
- Oh, my God.
- This?
Now?
Okay, that's it.
- Easy...
- No. No.
No, no, no, no.
I have suffered
through too many dopey movies,
surrounded by popcorn-scarfing,
slack-jawed romantics,
praying that the two movie stars
on the poster
will, by some miracle,
get together in the end.
So, yeah, he loves you.
Sue him, he buried the lead.
He didn't want to risk going
from passwords and shorthand
to awkward and distant
and drifting away, right?
Yeah, right.
Right?
Right.
Well, what good
would it have done?
What would have...
I would have known!
I would've maybe... I don't know,
said something back?
What? How do...
how did she not know?
Five minutes in, I knew.
What did you want him to do,
write you a musical?
And by the way, "why didn't he
say something?"
Why the hell didn't you?
I'm s...
I'm saying it now.
What does that mean?
What are you saying?
I'm saying...
Wait for it...
Oh, Jesus.
Testify.
Unbelievable.
Only to some.
Tell Perillo I say hi.
And you said you
didn't like Rom-Coms.
You okay?
For someone who just
put one of his oldest friends
in jail for
the rest of their life?
Yeah, I'm swell.
Look, murderers are going away
because of you,
for good.
Swell's the least
you should feel.
Still sucking
down whiskey sours?
McQueen. You come to wish me
a bon voyage?
Something like that.
A little more "voyage"
than "bon."
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, Inspector Mann is back
on duty with a clean slate.
Yours could be that way, too,
if you stay at your desk.
My desk?
You're done with training,
you sick, twisted...
Yeah.
That sexual harassment suit
you had quashed?
I got a water cooler,
and I'm not afraid to use it.
Now, you keep
your mitts off my people,
or so help me, I'll devote
the rest of my career
to ruining the rest of yours.
Now you get the hell
out of my town.
I'm just trying to see this
as a chance to start over.
You know... disappear.
Sure.
Might be good for you
to disappear for a while.
I hope so.
Jimmy, there's something you
should know before you leave.
Winnie? She...
Flipped.
She spent the last week
with the A.U.S.A.
It's been a tough go,
and she's still in a fog,
but her testimony was
the final nail in the coffin.
Teddy, Ivan, all of 'em.
I can't believe it.
He can't believe it.
Perillo almost smiled.
So, you testified?
Tell me you don't have
a strange feeling
of absolute harmony.
Hmm, it's interesting.
I have a strange feeling
of absolute something.
What about Teddy?
I don't know.
I don't.
It's all so... big.
The lie.
You feel like
it's not your life.
And then the mist lifts,
you look around and...
What can you believe in?
So you're going...
Wherever you're going.
Think there's barf bags
on the plane?
Shh, I'm trying to watch.
All right, same city,
separate places. Deal?
Is that a yes?
That's more than a yes.
That's a "you bet."
What do you do when your
real life exceeds your dreams?
Keep it to yourself.
That's from Broadcast News.
I know what it's from, Ebert.
Can I just say one thing?
You people are idiots.
Honestly, all you had to do,
just one of you,
was open your mouth
when you were nine,
and we could've avoided
all of this...
Albanians,
self-inflicted car crashes,
me being this annoyed.
So can we please
just cut to the chase?
You love her, she loves you,
get on the goddamn plane.
As you wish.
Okay, really
not a hugger at all.
Oh, sorry.
So, come on, what do you think?
I think this is
the beginning of the end
of a beautiful friendship.
Mary, I need you to know
something.
What?
What do you need me to know?
You run around,
passing notes back and forth,
you got 'em in a room together,
you got 'em into WITSEC
together.
You don't hate cupid.
You are cupid.
Don't you have a date to get to
with the cop or the shrink
or the candlestick maker?
Yeah, Abby's waiting.
I should go.
You really, really should.
Hey.
Get out tonight.
I hate the image of you
staring out the window,
like some prodigy watching
other children play.
I can take care of myself,
Marshall.
Oh!
See that?
Good night.
Hey, Brandi.
Yeah, I got your text.
So what's the story?
♪ ♪
From childhood, we're fed a steady
diet of "Once Upon a Time,"
the ultimate lead-in
to "Love Conquers All."
No wonder we wind up
at bookstores and in movies
with stars in our eyes
and our head in the clouds.
Heathcliff, Scarlett,
the farm boy, a princess.
Affairs to remember
on the 85th floor.
But the star-crossed who kiss
right before Auld Lang Syne
or play from a boom box held
over their heads,
they're a pain in the ass.
Because love, no matter
what the storybooks say,
hardly ever conquers all.
So when it does,
when the grown-ups, the skeptics,
the stable of mind,
watch others fly
blissfully into the Sun,
it churns up and riles
something deep down inside.
We feel something foreign
and fleeting.
Something hard to admit.
We hope.
- Jimmy!
- Hey, boss, what's up?
Ivan Varoshi.
Ivan flew in to see
what Kirsch Au Pair International
means by "money well spent."
Mr. Varoshi, it's a pleasure
to put a face with the invoice, sir.
Winnie and I are taking
them out to dinner.
You got anything
I can toss off as mine
before the appetizers come?
Well, our, uh, European division
has expanded from placing
maids and nannies
to butlers
and personal assistants.
And we've also noticed
a surprisingly robust market
for private chefs.
Dynamite.
Sorry, Valentina.
My husband the ****
has a nasty habit of leaving
people in the wind.
He was a sprinter in college.
Jimmy Hart,
as I live and breathe.
Winnie, you still gonna go
to the Casablanca Q&A
at the Landmark?
Winnie, hon?
Reservations.
Oh.
Hey, Jimmy, get out tonight.
Try not to work so much.
As you wish.
No!
No! Help me!
Help me!
The little guy.
The underdog.
David as opposed to Goliath.
These are who we're raised
to root for,
to climb every mountain,
take on all comers,
to shock the world
with a win in Lake Placid.
And once in a blue moon,
they do.
But the unerring faith that
every little guy will find love,
bring home the gold,
or slay the dragon,
is, in reality,
the stuff dreams are made of.
Or rather fairy tales.
Just sayin'.
I'm just saying she's peppy.
I'm just saying I know.
- You know?
- I do.
This doesn't concern you?
Nope. I like Delia.
I like pep.
You like pep? - Yeap
Nobody likes pep.
I like it.
Who's the schnook?
Jimmy Hart,
head of accounts for Kirsch
Au Pair International.
Babysitter shakedown?
Little more to it than that.
Always is.
Our guy witnesses a murder,
tips the first domino
in a global prostitution ring.
Staffing agency was being
used as a front.
Man, Marshall gets
all the juicy cases.
Prostitution, au pairs.
It's not fair.
We're talking
forced sex trade, Mary.
Eastern European girls
who thought
they were coming here
to be nannies,
only to be sold into...
yeah, I know,
that's not the point.
I'm up to my ears in tax evasion
and securities fraud.
The highlight of my year
was schlepping
to North and South Dakota
last month.
The Dakotas, Stan.
The Dakotas!
I'm goin' in.
I still don't see
why I can't just go back
once the smoke clears.
I mean, Teddy and those guys'll
be in jail, right?
"Those guys" are
Albanian mob, Jimmy.
The smoke doesn't clear.
You just...
You get new smoke.
My colleague, Mary Shannon.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hi.
We done with the tea party?
Oh, sure as
hell sounds like it.
Good.
This is Oleg Varoshi,
Ivan's brother,
de facto head of the syndicate.
Guy's got every reason...
personal, financial,
and otherwise...
to want you dead.
Hey, don't get me wrong.
The feeling's mutual.
Ivan, Oleg,
even Teddy...
throw away the key.
Good, good.
Attaboy.
Damn right, "good."
This was a bitch
of a deal to make.
I stuck my neck out to get
you immunity.
Immunity from what?
I told you, I didn't do
anything. I'm helping here.
Play the "not me" card
all you want, but know this...
implicating the money guy is
the easiest thing I do all day.
Hey, Perillo.
Um, the guy couldn't
be more agreeable.
Maybe zero-to-hot
in ten seconds flat
isn't what we're looking for.
Maybe you do your job,
Inspector,
and I'll handle
the little water bug,
okay?
Unreal, huh?
Eighteen.
Only thing an 18-year-old
should be doing
is shotgunning Red Bull
and texting her friends.
God...
- They're...
- Children.
I know.
Jesus, Teddy.
This one is
as heinous as it gets.
And you're the linchpin.
Each one of 'em's gonna stack
some serious jail time...
Varoshi, his crew, Kirsch...
and we are this close to taking
down the SOB's wife.
Whose wi...
What are you talking about?
You talking about Winnie?
Winnie could never...
I mean,
just the idea of that
is totally insane!
Jimmy, calm down, okay?
We get it. We do.
You think
you know someone, and...
No, I do know someone.
Okay, with Teddy, yeah,
I had to wrap my head around it,
but Winnie, she's different.
It's literally not possible.
There goes the moral outrage.
Jimmy, we see the deep,
dark ugly of people
every day in this job.
It's impossible
to even fathom...
No, you want me to walk away
from a life, people I love,
testify against a guy I played
little league with.
I say okay.
But you're looking
to indict a woman
I know in my heart
to be absolutely innocent.
Where's my moral outrage?
- Where's yours?
- All right, fess up.
Is something going
on between you two?
You having a fling
or something?
I'm not having a fling.
Then, what?
Don't tell me you've been
in love with her
since high school or something.
No. Since I was nine,
actually.
You guys want
to go after Winnie?
Find another linchpin.
Feisty little water bug, huh?
Have fun.
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.
Let me get this straight.
Your whole life
you've loved one woman?
It's not like I didn't date.
I had girlfriends.
I even almost got engaged once.
But ever since that first kiss
in Winnie's bedroom window,
no one's ever measured up.
Of course no one's measured up.
You never got together.
It's all just fantasy.
Moonlit nights
and ice cream cones.
What actual girlfriend
stands a chance?
It's not fantasy.
It wasn't.
I know this girl.
We grew up together.
We did homework together,
we went to movies opening day,
we shared a limo to the prom.
I was even in her wedding.
Jimmy, I read the file.
Interpol footage
from Tirana International,
bank havens in the Caribbean,
trips there
by Teddy and Winnie.
So? They're vacations.
Oh, come on.
I watched a teenager die.
I am a motivated witness.
But if it means sending
an innocent woman to prison,
- sending Winnie to...
- That's your girl, Jimmy,
making happy-face
with Ivan Varoshi,
handing him a business card,
Grand Cayman.
She recruited
the son of a bitch.
Grand Cayman.
What do you got, Jimmy?
I didn't put it together.
I just...
set a meeting.
"Set a meeting"?
Who are we, the Steno pool?
I want to see Winnie.
I want to ask her one thing.
Let me do that,
and I will sign this M.O.U.
And hang Grand Cayman
around Kirsch like a noose.
I don't take orders
from witnesses.
We're not in a goddamn
Grisham novel.
Okay, okay.
Here's the thing, Jimmy,
DOJ tends to frown
on putting their star witness
in a room
with potential defendants.
Yeah.
They're sticklers that way.
It's easy to be a stickler.
Watch.
All right, how about this...
Perillo and Marshall
hop a plane, go see Winnie.
- Mary...
- It'll be fun.
You relay whatever message
Jimmy's tender heart desires,
get her to flip.
No way in hell
my guys go for that.
Why don't you
talk to your guys?
'Cause I am my guy,
and it's a yes on this end.
It's a yes on this end.
Look...
Just give Winnie this note.
You don't have to like it,
counselor.
Just see what she says.
I gotta go check on my end.
Hey, what'd you mean before,
you were in her wedding?
I was the man of honor.
Come on, Jim.
Man of honor?
That's not an oxymoron?
Technically, no.
Hmm. Okay.
It's a something-moron, though,
I'm pretty sure.
Guy spends his whole life
devoted to one woman,
who, P.S., married someone else.
You know what we call that?
Classically romantic?
Totally pathetic!
I'm with Marshall.
Sounds like
the best romantic comedy ever.
Don't get her started on...
Don't get me started
on Rom-Coms.
Talk about a waste of time.
"Hey, Harry." "Hey, Sally."
Opposites attract
"We hate each other,
but not really!"
Yeah, I get it, okay?
Just save me the two hours of
"I'll have what she's having"
and fess up now,
so I can get on with my life
and back
to the grown-ups' table.
Sounds like someone could
use a visit from Mr. cupid!
Don't get her started on cupid.
I hate that fat little
Valentine's baby.
You and Perillo are cleared
for the meeting in Colorado.
As soon as we're done
with recertification training,
you'll fly to Denver,
you'll sit with Winnie,
deliver Jimmy's message,
see what you can
do to bring her into WITSEC.
Hey, what was
that middle thing?
Oh, recertification.
Special ops has put down stakes
for a month-long session
on hostage combat
and tactical response.
We're up at the end
of the week.
Call it a refresher course.
Call it glorified paintball.
Maybe so, but I'll tell you
what we're not calling it...
optional.
Are you sure?
Because I was supposed to help
Brandi pick out
her wedding dress,
and I was really
looking forward to that.
Is that ass-hat Scalavino
gonna be there?
Front and center.
Make nice.
Scalavino.
That'll be fun.
Yeah. Can't wait.
Are we seriously
supposed to buy
that the boss' wife
was in the dark?
I mean,
did she honestly believe
there was that much money
in babysitting?
Say I was accused
of something like this...
doing unspeakable things.
You do unspeakable things
all the time.
Math bees, online chess...
Would you believe it?
Okay, no.
Because you have
that level of faith in me.
You just know.
Because I'm a U.S. marshal,
and not some lovesick sap.
What's your point?
Love, friendship,
what have you,
it often blinds people
to things
right in front of their faces.
Shakespeare built
a career on it.
Yay. Shakespeare
before noon.
I said break the hold,
you little bitch!
We're not goin' anywhere.
This asshole's MO Hasn't changed
since back at the Academy.
He always picked one girl
and really pushed it,
but this is over the line.
It's part of the simulation.
Like he said, it's gotta
be real as bone cancer.
Mary can take care of herself.
Back off!
I will gut this whore!
Hey, Scalavino,
any chance you can
gut this whore
minus the surplus groping?
Back off!
Backing off.
What are you gonna do
in this situation, Mary?
No one's comin' to help you.
No one in the world.
Hey! Take it easy!
Marshall, you take it easy.
I'll do whatever
I feel like, Inspector.
She's all mine.
Your friend doesn't
like this very much.
Kind of hard to talk
like this, isn't it?
Come on, Mary.
Break the hold!
Get your hand off my... aah!
Hey! Hey!
What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Marshall, what are you doing?
Marshall! Marshall!
Come on! Hey!
What's the matter with you?
I can take care of myself.
Hey, hey!
This puke gets suspended,
McQueen!
On his official record,
permanent!
- Stan!
- Not a word! Not one!
You are benched
until further notice.
- Come on, Stan!
- Benched!
Come on, get it.
We are hours
from flying to Denver,
I got a case headed
straight for the crapper,
a lovesick witness,
and a neutered WITSEC
Inspector halfway to schizo!
Aw, that's sweet.
You should
write greeting cards.
Marshall's out of the field
until cleared
by Psych Eval, Perillo.
Those are the regs.
This situation is
sensitive, okay?
I'm looking for kid gloves here,
a little delicacy.
And here ya go.
What, her?
Snarky little smirk
in a leather jacket?
I'm thinking we start you out
in "condolences,"
or maybe
"birthdays for her."
Well, I should go pack.
Really psyched
about our getaway, Perillo.
Book a window and an aisle.
We'll toast s'mores in between.
Oh, crap.
The dress.
Yeah, the dress.
It's my one day off, Mary.
Look, I'm sorry
my work didn't sync up
with your one day off.
What do you want me to say?
I don't know, "I'm sorry"?
We just did "I'm sorry."
What else can I say?
I'm not kidding.
I'm about to miss a flight.
Mary.
So, the dresses, they're all...
Stiff and white and stuff?
Swear to God,
I will put you in taffeta.
I appreciate you
meeting with us, Winnie.
How does getting duped
by Albanian gangsters
make my husband
a sex trafficker
and a flight risk?
I mean, they took my passport.
I mean, please.
Listen, Jimmy Hart's handlers
asked us to give you something.
Oh, my God. Is he okay?
I'm told he is.
I mean, I can't believe this.
I mean, the two men in my life
are just gone.
Just like that.
From Jimmy.
I will always come for you."
Some kind of code, right?
Like some security thing?
Growing up, we used to have
these silly passwords.
We'd go through ten in a week.
And, eventually, in college,
we settled on one.
Huh.
It's from The Princess Bride.
It's one of our favorites.
Tell Jimmy I'm reeling,
but I'm safe.
And I miss him.
His testimony is gonna put
these monsters away, right?
It looks like it, yeah.
Look, Winnie,
I don't know how to put this,
but these monsters...
- The Albanians.
- Yeah.
How sure are you that Teddy
wasn't working with them?
What?
Are you kidding?
No, I am sure.
Of course I am!
In exchange
for your testimony...
what testimony?
We can offer you entry
into the witness
protection program.
Teddy is a businessman!
He may be naive
or tunnel-visioned
or too ambitious by half,
but he is hardly a criminal,
or whatever you think he is.
Jimmy seems to believe
he may have been.
- Why would Jimmy say that?
- That's just the thing.
- No!
- Why would he?
I haven't the first clue
why my friend
- would say that.
- Okay, look...
and, apparently,
I don't know who Jimmy is.
Let's just take a breath, okay?
No! I do know...
what I know in my heart
is that I never want
to speak to Jimmy again, ever!
You tell him that.
In fact, no.
You tell him...
You tell him this.
Hey!
Doogie Howser.
Mary, what are you doing here?
Uh, well, I couldn't think
of a more depressing combo
than taking the bus
home from the DMV.
So figured I'd give you a lift.
Uh, sure.
Thanks.
Looks like the GPS works, huh?
Listen, Jimmy, I spoke to Winnie.
Yeah.
Jimmy, she's not gonna flip.
She was...
she was really upset.
She asked me to give you this.
"I would not say such things
if I were you."
That's it?
That's all?
She didn't say "buttercup"?
Uh... No.
Well, then,
someone needs to go back
and convince her
the man she's standing by
- is a piece of sh...
- There's no going back.
She doesn't want to see you,
that's what the note means.
Don't tell me
what the note means!
Don't you
tell me what the note means!
Every Saturday,
we'd watch movies together.
Talk about them,
re-watch them,
quote them like
our own private language.
Casablanca, Princess Bride,
Broadcast News...
Five minutes.
- No.
- Please!
I know I can convince her
if I can...
she doesn't want
to speak to you.
I have no reason
to lie about this.
Teddy has every reason
to lie about it.
He's her husband.
And... and... and...
And love often blinds people
to things right in front
of their face, you know?
Shakespeare built
a career on that crap.
I know.
Really?
Huh.
Okay, so... so....
Then you'll get
with the program,
keep your nose clean, testify?
I get it.
I know what I need to do.
Okay.
Okay, that's good.
Cooperative Jimmy is good.
You knew it was a simulation.
Yes.
I'm gonna stand.
But you felt like
your partner was in distress.
Something I've experienced
plenty of times in the past
in far more real,
more dire situations.
I've seen Mary shot,
abducted...
I can't tell you how many times
a seemingly innocuous incident,
far less traumatic than
those previously experienced,
leads to what one might call
a "disproportionate response."
Scalavino is a jackass.
Shelly, he uses his position
to get his kicks
picking on women,
and couches it all
in some reflexive distrust
of imagined political
correctness.
Marshall,
if you want me to sign off
on putting you back
in the field,
you're gonna have
to stop behaving
as though an unacceptable
reaction on your part
is mitigated by an ugly history
of acting out on his.
You are professional
and discerning.
There's no excuse
for what you did.
Let's not waste time
looking for one.
How would your reaction
have differed
if Stan had been
the one under duress
or, say, Detective Chaffee?
How do you know about Abigail?
Marshall.
Have you spent five minutes
with your new colleague?
You mean Delia?
Gordon?
He used to go out with Sally,
then Dana, then Dr. Finkel...
and now not Dr. Finkel.
And you know this because...
My dad was in forensics.
No such thing
as an insignificant detail.
I am dialed in
to the water cooler.
You have to be.
Okay.
How's the head-shrinking,
Iron Mike?
How's the dress-hunting,
Maid of Honor?
Okay, that's fair.
Look, I've been down
the Finkel road before.
You just have to think
of it as window in time.
A pain-in-the-ass window
in time.
Hey, Jimmy.
Yeah, ju...
Jimmy, hold on. What?
Okay, say again where?
- I'm on my way.
- What's up?
Jimmy got run off the road.
Come on, let's go.
Oh.
Oh, right.
Oh, God help me.
Hey, water cooler!
Gun and badge,
we're taking a ride.
Copy that!
See what you've done?
Whoa!
I never partnered with anyone
who drives so... violently.
Don't say "partnered."
It's like you're in a Nascar
race but no one else is.
You could always hitch.
Go check in.
I got Jimmy.
Hey, Jimmy.
Jeez, you okay?
What the hell happened here?
I don't know.
I got distracted.
All of a sudden, there's a cop
in my rearview mirror.
It spooked me
and I lost control.
So, wait,
you ran you off the road?
Oh, my God.
For a strain, you're gonna
need a green tea compress.
And remember: R.I.C.E.
"Rest, ice,
compression, elevate."
I crushed First Aid
at the academy.
My tourniquet proficiency?
Untouchable.
Abigail?
Mary.
Hey, Delia.
- Hey!
- One-car accidents seem
a little below
your pay-grade, detective,
or were you just rubbernecking?
Friend of mine called,
said a friend of his
might've hit a rough patch.
Thought maybe I could help
smooth it out.
Sort of a "heard it
through the grapevine" thing.
- Sounds like quite a grapevine.
- It really is.
Your friend passed all
his field sobriety tests.
My guys are gonna cite him
for reckless endangerment.
Texting and driving.
You gotta be kidding me.
Get up.
Do what you gotta do.
Call it a warning this time.
We all have people to protect.
Oh.
Are we done talking in code?
I think I got it from here.
Thanks for the...
You know.
You know I do.
I said get up!
Ow, Mary, what are you doing?
You heading north
toward Colorado, texting?
Who you texting? Me?
American Idol?
Ha.
Jesus.
Yeah, Stan, we've got a breach.
We've met the enemy,
and he's an ass.
You pop up wherever I go.
I'm not an idiot.
I just bought another
cell phone, minus the GPS.
It's a moot point anyway, it's
a bunch of unreturned messages.
Outfoxing
the federal government
isn't as easy as Jason Bourne
makes it look, Jimmy.
And no one here is an idiot.
Not you, not me,
not Ivan Varoshi.
You can bet your ass his men
have tapped Winnie's phones.
That's assuming she hasn't
already handed them
whatever she has on you,
like an Albuquerque area code.
Jimmy, we're gonna need
some additional information
for the after-action report.
Delia?
On it!
Right this way, Jimmy.
Your paperwork awaits!
I swear to God,
the woman was born on crack
at a Renaissance fair.
Meanwhile, why the hell's
DOJ Not putting this guy
on the first twin-engine
out of town?
Didn't he just violate himself
out of the program?
Well, given
the trial's proximity
and the importance
of his testimony,
we've agreed to move him
to a secure location
with a full detail.
Well, it's probably wise.
If the Albanians don't kill him,
I've got dibs.
The course of love
never did run smooth.
Yeah, I know,
but, God, move on.
I mean, I've kissed
more girls than this guy.
Six?
Six sessions?
I got abducted,
and I was back in four,
and one of them was lunch.
Shelly thinks it's related
to how protective I am
of the women in my life.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
She said that?
- Oh, boy.
- Whoa, what's that?
Come on, Marshall,
all those dates
you and Finkel went on?
We had a date, it was coffee,
and her ex called
in the middle, weeping.
So, technically...
She just got out
of a messy breakup...
Gordon.
Delia is seriously dialed in.
And now she
has you on the couch
for wall-to-wall sessions
and some not-so-subtle
romantic recon.
Wake up, pal.
You're not her patient.
You're her hostage.
She does seem to focus
on you and Abigail a lot.
Yeah, speaking of,
how the hell'd you go
from slumber party
pillow-talk
to breaching the veil
of WITSEC?
Nobody breached
the veil of WITSEC.
Abigail is a detective,
a good one.
She detected.
And, as I recall,
you told Raph.
Yeah, and, as I recall,
we were engaged.
He was my fiance, not some
JV cops-and-robbers play date.
I didn't tell her.
- Fine.
- Fine.
Can't believe I'm not even allowed
to fire a weapon at the Range.
Yeah, talk about emasculating.
You should be the man of honor.
Hold on, hold on.
I'm not asking you
to be here, okay?
Just help me make up my mind.
- So?
- Opening...
And... there!
Okay, I like the white ones.
They're both white.
Left or right?
- They're not the same?
- No, they're...
One's a sling-back in ecru,
and the other's bone
with a stiletto heel.
I swear to God, I only recognized
about three of those words.
Look, I know this may seem
really tiny to you,
but this is a really big chapter
in my life,
and details count.
Sometimes they count
more than the big stuff.
Mary!
Crap, Brandi. Sorry.
Duty calls.
I am really
feeling the eggshell.
It's not eggshell. It's...
Huh?
Bad news.
Look familiar?
Yeah, it's Chris Ferreira,
Teddy's east coast V.P.
Generally a happy guy?
Yeah, nice wife,
couple of kids, you know, yard.
So you'd be surprised
if I told you
he took a swan dive
off the Mystic River bridge
three hours ago?
Uh, yeah.
I'd be stunned.
Consider yourself stunned.
Boston P.D. Considers it
suspicious.
I consider it one last
warning shot from the Albanians.
Ferreira was set
to take the stand next week.
Well, why wasn't he protected?
He chose
not to enter the program.
Jimmy, look,
you're a good guy, okay?
You're Bob Cratchit,
the little engine that could.
The faith that you've put
in Winnie, it's...
Admirable.
But what happened
to Ferreira...
that's life without WITSEC.
So it's time to get real,
Okay? Tomorrow...
What's her status?
- Jimmy...
- What's her status?
Jimmy, grand jury proceedings
are confidential.
- How the hell should I know?
- I don't know.
But until you do
or until I talk face-to-face
with Winnie,
I'm not gonna testify.
Then you need to understand
the consequences
of not testifying.
You will be breaking
a legally binding agreement
with the United States
Department of Justice.
You will be immediately
taken into custody,
your name
added to the indictment.
You will go to prison
for pandering,
kidnapping, enslavement,
alongside Varoshi and Kirsch
and anyone else they can get
their hands on, Winnie included.
Go ahead.
You're bluffing.
Guys with nothing left to lose
tend not to bluff.
James Hart,
also known as James Woodhead,
you're under arrest.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you
- in a court of law.
- Ow.
You're a WITSEC Inspector.
You can't arrest me.
I'm a member
of the U.S. Marshals Service,
the oldest branch
of law enforcement
this country's ever seen.
I can arrest the president
if it's warranted.
Come on, big guy, let's see
if those yellow prison jumpsuits
come in a 40-long.
Say there was a doctor
who developed feelings
for a patient...
Yeah.
We'd call
that counter-transference.
And say the doctor had just
gotten out of a relationship,
and those feelings started
to get out of hand,
to the point of holding
the patient...
Uh... hostage.
"Hostage"?
It's a hypothetical?
Marshall, sit.
I need you to sit.
"Hostage"
is an interesting word.
You've mentioned
Mary's abduction.
That was, what, two years ago?
Two years and change.
So you've seen Mary abducted.
You've seen her get shot.
And at training,
in the simulation,
you saw her taken hostage.
How did that make you feel?
Scared?
Angry?
Powerless?
You felt
as though your partner,
your best friend,
was vulnerable?
Mary as vulnerable
is a stretch,
but I don't know, maybe between
her sister getting married,
me spending
more time with Abigail,
lately, it seems like Mary's
being kind of...
Left behind.
Mm-hmm.
So, Marshall,
I'll ask you again,
at training, how did you feel?
Powerless.
Like...
Like when Mary was abducted.
God.
So...
Where do we go from here?
I hit the bricks.
You get off the bench.
That's it?
I'm good?
You were always good, Marshall.
You just had a bad day.
I'll send the paperwork
over right away.
Guy's been Mirandized
by a U.S. marshal,
spent the night
in a prison cell,
got flown to Denver shackled,
belt and shoelaces taken away,
and locked in a federal
courthouse holding room.
All that pressure,
what'd it buy us?
In his exact words,
"I'll put Varoshi in jail.
"I'll put Kirsch in jail.
"Hell, I'll put me in jail
if that's what it comes to.
Just leave Winnie
out of it."
Gotta say,
for a hopeless romantic
with the moon in his eyes...
Son of a bitch is tough
as a two-dollar whore.
I was gonna say
tough as recursive algorithm,
but okay.
If he won't testify
or starts in with the fifth,
I will drive that little pissant
to Sing-Sing myself.
But the fact is, without him,
Varoshi's on a beach next week,
knee-deep in sweet 16s.
Right, so give Jimmy
what he wants.
I'm not closing the door
on the wife.
Do or don't,
I couldn't care less.
Five minutes,
that's what he wants.
One last moment with Winnie,
so...
She's here to testify
for her husband.
Let's see what Jimmy
has to say to her.
Jimmy, chop-chop.
Five minutes
is fast becoming four.
You look small, Jimmy.
Winnie, three years ago,
I came across
some irregularities.
Off-shore accounts
I didn't recognize,
trips, charges
that weren't on the books.
Teddy assured me
everything was okay, but...
What?
Well...
what?
Oh, my God, please,
just get to it.
Here.
Explain that.
You and Varoshi.
Not to me, to him.
I'm an executive's wife.
I charmed a businessman
and gave him my card,
just as I've done
dozens of times.
I didn't realize
that made me guilty
of anything but good manners.
We went over everything,
every detail.
The files on my flash drive.
Winnie, those trips
to Grand Cayman,
they weren't vacations.
That's just a taste.
Meanwhile, this guy's
refusing to testify.
The schnook loves you so much,
he's going to prison
on the off-chance
you won't have to,
which, by the way,
you probably will.
You love me?
Oh, dear God.
Don't tell me...
You love me?
- See what you've done?
- What?
My whole life,
I've imagined
the hundreds of ways
this scenario would play out.
This wasn't one of them.
Winnie, please, it's okay.
You're telling me this now?
- Oh, my God.
- This?
Now?
Okay, that's it.
- Easy...
- No. No.
No, no, no, no.
I have suffered
through too many dopey movies,
surrounded by popcorn-scarfing,
slack-jawed romantics,
praying that the two movie stars
on the poster
will, by some miracle,
get together in the end.
So, yeah, he loves you.
Sue him, he buried the lead.
He didn't want to risk going
from passwords and shorthand
to awkward and distant
and drifting away, right?
Yeah, right.
Right?
Right.
Well, what good
would it have done?
What would have...
I would have known!
I would've maybe... I don't know,
said something back?
What? How do...
how did she not know?
Five minutes in, I knew.
What did you want him to do,
write you a musical?
And by the way, "why didn't he
say something?"
Why the hell didn't you?
I'm s...
I'm saying it now.
What does that mean?
What are you saying?
I'm saying...
Wait for it...
Oh, Jesus.
Testify.
Unbelievable.
Only to some.
Tell Perillo I say hi.
And you said you
didn't like Rom-Coms.
You okay?
For someone who just
put one of his oldest friends
in jail for
the rest of their life?
Yeah, I'm swell.
Look, murderers are going away
because of you,
for good.
Swell's the least
you should feel.
Still sucking
down whiskey sours?
McQueen. You come to wish me
a bon voyage?
Something like that.
A little more "voyage"
than "bon."
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, Inspector Mann is back
on duty with a clean slate.
Yours could be that way, too,
if you stay at your desk.
My desk?
You're done with training,
you sick, twisted...
Yeah.
That sexual harassment suit
you had quashed?
I got a water cooler,
and I'm not afraid to use it.
Now, you keep
your mitts off my people,
or so help me, I'll devote
the rest of my career
to ruining the rest of yours.
Now you get the hell
out of my town.
I'm just trying to see this
as a chance to start over.
You know... disappear.
Sure.
Might be good for you
to disappear for a while.
I hope so.
Jimmy, there's something you
should know before you leave.
Winnie? She...
Flipped.
She spent the last week
with the A.U.S.A.
It's been a tough go,
and she's still in a fog,
but her testimony was
the final nail in the coffin.
Teddy, Ivan, all of 'em.
I can't believe it.
He can't believe it.
Perillo almost smiled.
So, you testified?
Tell me you don't have
a strange feeling
of absolute harmony.
Hmm, it's interesting.
I have a strange feeling
of absolute something.
What about Teddy?
I don't know.
I don't.
It's all so... big.
The lie.
You feel like
it's not your life.
And then the mist lifts,
you look around and...
What can you believe in?
So you're going...
Wherever you're going.
Think there's barf bags
on the plane?
Shh, I'm trying to watch.
All right, same city,
separate places. Deal?
Is that a yes?
That's more than a yes.
That's a "you bet."
What do you do when your
real life exceeds your dreams?
Keep it to yourself.
That's from Broadcast News.
I know what it's from, Ebert.
Can I just say one thing?
You people are idiots.
Honestly, all you had to do,
just one of you,
was open your mouth
when you were nine,
and we could've avoided
all of this...
Albanians,
self-inflicted car crashes,
me being this annoyed.
So can we please
just cut to the chase?
You love her, she loves you,
get on the goddamn plane.
As you wish.
Okay, really
not a hugger at all.
Oh, sorry.
So, come on, what do you think?
I think this is
the beginning of the end
of a beautiful friendship.
Mary, I need you to know
something.
What?
What do you need me to know?
You run around,
passing notes back and forth,
you got 'em in a room together,
you got 'em into WITSEC
together.
You don't hate cupid.
You are cupid.
Don't you have a date to get to
with the cop or the shrink
or the candlestick maker?
Yeah, Abby's waiting.
I should go.
You really, really should.
Hey.
Get out tonight.
I hate the image of you
staring out the window,
like some prodigy watching
other children play.
I can take care of myself,
Marshall.
Oh!
See that?
Good night.
Hey, Brandi.
Yeah, I got your text.
So what's the story?
♪ ♪
From childhood, we're fed a steady
diet of "Once Upon a Time,"
the ultimate lead-in
to "Love Conquers All."
No wonder we wind up
at bookstores and in movies
with stars in our eyes
and our head in the clouds.
Heathcliff, Scarlett,
the farm boy, a princess.
Affairs to remember
on the 85th floor.
But the star-crossed who kiss
right before Auld Lang Syne
or play from a boom box held
over their heads,
they're a pain in the ass.
Because love, no matter
what the storybooks say,
hardly ever conquers all.
So when it does,
when the grown-ups, the skeptics,
the stable of mind,
watch others fly
blissfully into the Sun,
it churns up and riles
something deep down inside.
We feel something foreign
and fleeting.
Something hard to admit.
We hope.