JAG (1995–2005): Season 9, Episode 23 - Hail and Farewell: Part 1 - full transcript

MAN:
Bridge, CIC, I have contact
on a bearing of 0-3-2.

Affirmative.

Six, you'll find them
at one o'clock.

Aye, aye, sir.

Bridge, Six, we have a visual

about a thousand yards out.

Lower when ready, Chief.

Away the boat!

Steady!

Steady as she goes!

Move! Keep her steady!



Steady your line!

Stop! Stop the winch!

(men shouting)

Man overboard!

Bridge, launch capsized!

Rescue team's in the water!

Sound "man overboard."

Aye, sir.

Man overboard,
starboard side!

I repeat, man overboard!

Establish a Williamson turn,
starboard.

Williamson turn
to starboard, aye.

Skipper,
the other survivors?

Our men are first priority.



This is the captain.

We have four crewmen
in the water

and are commencing rescue.

NEWSMAN:
The Department of the Navy

reported six bodies
were recovered this morning

after a severe storm
in the Malacca Straits.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Attention to orders!

Lieutenant Sims,
front and center.

You have been awarded
a certificate

of commendation from
the Secretary of Navy

for services rendered

in the coordination
of the Christmas

USO Tour 2003.

By upholding

the highest traditions
of the naval service,

you have not only
brought honor

upon yourself,

but the unit
in which you serve.

This, uh, commendation
will become part

of your permanent
service record.

Ta-da!

Sorry, couldn't resist.

At ease.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

As you were, people.

Actually, sir,

uh, I have a quick
announcement to make.

Um, I was going to wait a week

just to be sure, but...

now is as good a time as any.

I'm pregnant.

(laughs):
Twice.

I'm going to have twins.

(applause, murmuring)

You guys ever sleep?

Apparently not, sir.

SIMS:
And as a consequence

of this, I am going
to request a transfer

to an inactive
reserve billet,

which means that
I will be leaving JAG

on a full-time basis.

It doesn't mean that
you won't ever see me.

I will come to visit
as much as I possibly can.

Um...

it's just a mixed blessing,

leaving one family for another.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Well, Lieutenant,

you will be missed.

TURNER:
Hear, hear.

Thank you, sir.

Commander,
walk with me.

Yes, sir.

In regards to the,
uh, casualties

aboard the
Thomas Alliance...

I'll be glad to take
the assignment, sir.

I'll grab the
next transport?

Good.

Oh, and, uh, Sturgis,

confine your investigation
to the rescue team.

Aye, aye, sir.

Something wrong?

Just that you don't
usually refer to me

by my first name, sir.

Oh.

Well, it's a... nice name.

(knocking)

You decent?

RABB:
Well, I've sinned,
but overall,

I've lived
an upstanding life.

You ready?

Almost.

You're sure you want
to do this, huh?

Yeah, I like foreign films.

Because, you know, that, uh,
Adam Sandler picture

is showing at the
same time, huh?

That's a little
too young for me.

Well, that sounds
kind of funny

coming from a
young person.

Oh, I'm so much more.

Yes, you are.

What's this?
This is new.

Where'd you get that?

It was my mother's.

I had it in a drawer.

Oh, yeah?
What made you take it out?

It was time.

Well, this is a good thing.

I knew you'd think so.

However, there's no
way of forgetting

about what happened.

Well, nobody's asking you
to forget, Mattie.

It's-it's... more about
acceptance, isn't it?

What, do you want me to accept
that my father killed her?

If it makes you less angry.

Yeah, that'd be letting him
off the hook.

Mattie, maybe he's been
punished enough, you know?

I mean, he's certainly
been hard on himself,

not to mention
the time he served.

He didn't serve any time.

He would have had to.

A DUI accident with a death
carries a mandatory sentence.

And you wonder why I'm angry.

MAN:
We received a distress call
from the inflatable.

The weather created
challenging conditions on deck,

dumping my rescue team
in the water.

Managed to save only
the chief boatswain's mate.

I'm sorry, skipper.

Lost three going
after three.

Six casualties in all.

Are the bodies aboard?

En route to Hawaii.

Any, uh, suspicion
of negligence, skipper?

Not with gale force winds,
this was an act of God.

Can I talk to that
chief boatswain's mate?

Soon as he's up to it.

Good enough.

Could you, uh, describe
your mission, skipper?

We're providing naval
component support

for an ongoing
PAC-COM operation.

Specifically?

That's specific enough,
Commander.

This is Petty Officer Murphy.

He'll escort you
to your quarters.

Let me know if I
can be of any more help.

Will you follow me,
please, Commander?

RABB:
The morning's waning, Colonel.

I had personal business.

Oh, with a real person?

No, and what's your point?

I just figured
you were out

with everyone's
favorite CIA officer.

Not even in the country.

He's gone to Rheine Mein
Air Force Base.

In Germany?

The very one.

To do what?

He couldn't say.

For how long?
I don't know.

Well, I got to hand it
to you, Mac.

Not a lot to hang your hat on.

(laughs):
It's from Frankfurt.

Amusing.

That's more than I can say
about you.

(groans in pain)

Your back still bothering you?

(groans)

Yeah, I think
it's getting worse.

Have you seen a doctor?

I've been busy.

I'm calling
Bethesda right now

to make you an
appointment.

Then I'm going to grab
the heating pad

out of my office
and come back here.

(knocking)

Come on in!

End-of-the-month closeouts,
Admiral.

Hmm. Let's see.

Ah, perfect.

You're glowing, Lieutenant.
Have a seat.

If you were a marine,

it'd be cause
for a dismissal.

(chuckles)
I'm just proud
of my wife, sir.

Mmm. Don't blame you.

If she weren't
going inactive,

she'd be a lock for
lieutenant commander.

Mm. Pretty gracious,
considering, uh...

My terminal rank, sir?

I've kind of come
to terms with that.

You know what they say--

I don't have a leg
to stand on.

(chuckles)

The, uh, lieutenant commander
board is up next, right?

I know, sir.

This will be the second time?

Yeah, two strikes, yes, sir.

You're a good officer,
Lieutenant.

I appreciate that, Admiral.

You like eagles?

Sure.

Here.

You don't want this, sir?

I'm thinning out my possessions.

Hell...

take two.

May they
bring you luck.

Uh, this is very
generous of you, sir.

Anything else
catch your eye?

Giving away the
baseball, sir?

No!

SIMS:
Oh, Commander,
the Virginia State Police

claim that
the accident report

that you inquired about
has been archived,

and they will not pull it
without proof of some

ongoing trial
or investigation.

However, the officer
at the scene

filed a copy
with the insurance company.

Oh, good luck getting
it from them.

Don't need it, sir.
They just faxed me a copy.

How did you get this?

Commander, I have experience
talking pop singers

out of taking
their humidifiers to Iraq.

Wasn't a problem.

(knocking)

Hey. Got a minute?

I'm writing a paper
on the Federalists.

I've got as many minutes
as you can give me.

Good.

Is, uh, Jen around?

Uh, she's at her class.

You need to talk to her?

No. No.

Uh... actually, this is good.

Mattie, I know, uh, we've
been over this, but, uh...

I, uh...

I need to ask you
a few questions

about the night your mom died.

Why?

You trust me?

Okay.

I know the doctor called you
from the hospital that night,

but did you ever
talk to the police?

No.

Why do you think they
didn't arrest your dad?

I don't know.

They either screwed up,
or he talked them out of it.

Did you ever consider
the possibility

that he might not
have been drunk?

No.

Why not?

Because I hardly ever
saw him when he wasn't.

And they were
at a party, Harm.

What do you think
they were doing?

Playing Twister?

This is the accident
report from that night.

Mattie, they gave your father
a sobriety test. He passed.

They... they
determined the car

skidded on a
patch of ice.

You're looking
into this?

Well, I couldn't get past
the inconsistencies.

So what?

Why are you doing this?

You want to get rid of me?

No, Mattie,
but it's important

that you understand exactly
what happened that night.

I know what happened.

He was drunk.

Police screwed up.

COATES:
Good morning, sir.

You received a fax
from Annapolis.

Okay, fax this back
for me, please.

Rebooking the
officer's club, sir?

Nothing slips by you,
does it, Coates?

I try to stay
involved, sir.

I was going to make
an official announcement,

but I'm sure you'll
beat me to the punch.

If I may ask, sir, have you
reconsidered the wedding?

No. I want to use it
for my retirement party.

Pass the word.

SIMS:
Did he tell her why?

No, just that
his retirement party

is at the academy on the 21st.

Morning, sir.
Morning, sir.

Good morning.

Pondering the news?
Sadly.

Admiral must have already turned
in his retirement papers.

Oh, she checked.

The selection board
for the Judge Advocate General

met last week.

Maybe it's because he
reached his ceiling.

ROBERTS:
He did that
when he took the job.

I just think
he's burnt out.

Try forced out.

Are you serious, sir?

The admiral's already served

twice as long
as his predecessor.

A lot of dogs
barking at the gate.

Excuse me, Bud.

No, I think it has to do
with his daughter.

He hardly sees her. I know
he's not happy about that.

Maybe it has something to do
with the breakup with Meredith.

That had to have an effect.

Morning, ma'am. Ma'am.
Morning.

RABB:
Let's ask the person
closest to the action.

Coates, any insight on
the admiral's decision?

Well, in a nutshell, sir,
he's losing it.

Morning, sir.

MAN:
We had each other
by the wrists, sir.

But, uh...

this was one mother
of a squall.

The swells just kept
yanking us apart.

Take your time,
now, Chief.

Safety of the crew
was my responsibility, sir.

You believe there was more

you could have done
to save them?

Yes, sir.

I could have been a better
swimmer with a louder voice.

Could have had a stronger grip.

I'm sorry, Chief.

We would have made
it to those men, sir.

I'm sure of that.

Their Zodiac
was only 1,000 yards out.

They were in a navy inflatable?

That was my understanding;
yes, sir.

(pitch pipe plays tone)

Ein, zwei, drei.

(singing in German)

(singing continues)

From Clayton Webb, ma'am.

WEBB:
This is very impressive.

What did I do
to deserve this?

Oh, you don't deserve it.

I just couldn't help myself.

Sarah...

No, no attempts
at appeasement.

Your leaving will always
be an issue with me.

You leave.

Yeah-- for days,
and I'm reachable.

I've been thinking about how
to make that better for you.

Please spare me.

You're going
to like this.
Mm-hmm.

I promise to contact you
every day I'm gone.

Mmm, and, uh, what
are you going to do,

call me in the middle
of a Predator strike?

Have some faith.

I want to.

I'm just going
to be in Germany.

It's not like I won't be able
to reach out.

I prefer you reach
out with your arms.

So do I.

(knock at door)

Commander.

Come on in.

This is a surprise.

Oh, you're packing.

Yeah, I'm done here.

Finished my first phase
of rehab.

Well done. Congratulations.

You usually call.

Something wrong?

Confusing.

Well, let's talk.

What's on your mind?

You were sober

the night of the accident.

You checked the police report.

Why didn't you tell Mattie?

She blames your drinking
for the death of her mother.

Well, she's right.

I was up to a quarter of
a bottle of bourbon a night.

I had just poured my first

when my wife asked
me to beg off.

I refused, so she
left the party.

I followed her
out to the car.

We argued on
the trip back.

See, I was convinced I
could control my drinking.

She wasn't.

Because my focus was split,

I failed to notice
a patch of ice.

So, you blame yourself
for not paying attention?

For being in denial.

See, if I hadn't been so busy
defending myself,

that wouldn't have happened.

I've never been very smart
about my drinking,

which is why
I drank more

after the accident,
and probably why

I haven't stood up for myself.

So, what about these days?

Ah, I don't know.

I mean, she's, she's so angry.

Mr. Johnson, I've done
about as much as I can do.

The rest is up to you.

Yeah, listen, I, uh...

I want to thank you
for that, too.

See, I've just never been
very good with disapproval.

My wife knew that.

It's in all her letters here.

She always found a way
to forgive me, God bless her.

Never could
have made it

through rehab without these.

Has Mattie seen those?

Oh, no.

"The Memorandum
of the Mess."

I've decided
that my retirement party

will be a "Dining Out."

Never had one
here at JAG.

You familiar
with the ritual?

Only by name, sir.

It's a formal affair.

Lots of fun.

Entire staff, spouses,
escorts are invited.

That's a manual
from the last one I attended.

Uh... familiarize yourself

with the protocol,
distribute it.

You're
my coordinator.

"President of the Mess?"

That will be me.

"Guest of Honor?"

Also me.

"Mr. Vice?"

I will pick a officer
for that privilege.

Sounds intriguing, sir.

Coates, absolutely no gifts.

Understood, sir.

Sir, in reference
to why you're retiring...

Carry on, Jennifer.

Yes, sir.

MATTIE:
I'm not reading any letters.

Why not?

Because it's
too weird.

And I'm tired of the pressure.

What are you going to do next?

Are you going to nominate
my father for sainthood?

Mattie, take the letters, and...

I'll leave it up to you
if you read them or not.

Do you have a manila envelope?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

What's it for?

So I can send these back.

TURNER:
I'm sorry, skipper.

You mind clarifying something
for me?

Your survivor mentioned

that the three men
that sent the distress signal

were in a Zodiac;
is that true?

A raft of some kind.

No, no, he specifically used
that designation.

Why would that be an issue?

Well, were they
crewmembers?
No.

Skipper, a Zodiac
was listed as missing

the same night
as the rescue attempt,

which would suggest
it was the same boat

that sent
the distress signal.

I stand by my answer.

Can you tell me why I only have
a partial casualty list?

Because the scope of your
investigation is limited

to the rescue team.

Which, in my eyes,
includes who they were rescuing

and under what circumstances.

Not in this case.

Do you have a classified
manifest, skipper?

Highly.

Then I guess my investigation
is concluded.

File your report.

I'll arrange your travel.

(knock at door)

Since when do you knock?

Is Mattie here?

Uh, no, but
I'm expecting her.

Is she late?

Yeah.

Look, this may
not be anything,

but the apartment
is just as I

left it this morning.

Nothing is moved or changed.

Well, that's a good thing,
isn't it?

Not if you're living
with a teenager.

I don't think
she came home from school.

I need to get this
off, Lieutenant.

Nature of the document,
Commander?

Yeah, the JAG manual report,
what there is of it.

May I have a look, sir?

Sorry, sir. Security issue.

I need to compare your documents

with those not cleared
for release.

Carry on.

Gonna call the police.

I mean, I can't think
of another place

she could possibly be.
She's gone.

She's either in trouble,
or she's run away.

And I know what you're thinking.

If this is a false alarm,
it's not going to look good

on the social worker's
next report.

And I know what you're
thinking, Commander.

The trade-off
isn't worth it.

WOMAN (on phone):
911.

Hi. Um, I need to report
a missing person.

Cancel that, please.

I'm sorry.

There's been a mistake.

I should have called.

You always do.

I got hung up.

Hung up on what?
Everything is fine.

What, we're not going
to talk about this?

Not tonight.
That's not okay

with me, Mattie.

It's going to have
to be okay for now.

You missed
your first Alateen meeting.

(sighs)

Forgot.

All right, I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.

Don't do me any favors.

Hey, Mattie. Hey!

I'm tired. I'm...

I'm going to go to bed.

WOMAN:
Any abdominal pain?

MacKENZIE:
Mostly in my back.

What about
pelvic sensations?

Some.

Do you know what
a laparoscopy is?

It's surgery.

Exploratory.

Small incision.

What does this have
to do with my back?

The pain's not coming
from your back.

So what are you looking for?

Abnormalities.

Like what?

Cancer?

Let's not speculate.

There's no way to tell anything
until I can see what's going on.

It's a one-day procedure
with a short recovery time.

When would you want to do this?

As soon as possible.

WEBB:
You all right?

MacKENZIE:
Yeah. My back's sore.

That's not good.

I like my women fit.

Well, I think
we fit great.

You want a massage?

I spent a year in
Sweden one winter.

Mm. No, I'm fine.

Come on, turn over.

I can help.

No, thanks.

No excuses. Let's go.

I'm not in the mood.

Okay.

(sighs) What?

I like doing things
for you, Sarah.

Well, I'm all for that.

No, sometimes you're not.

Makes we wonder.

About what?

How to interpret
the phrase,

"Being there for you."

(sighs)

It means being available
when I need you.

What if I want to be there
when you don't need me?

Well, that's great,
but...

Your impulses count.

Mine don't.

So this is all because

I wouldn't let you
rub my back?

It's not about your back.

It's about us

and all the time we don't
get to spend together.

There is so much I
can't share with you.

Don't make it worse

by rejecting my
better instincts.

You're fascinating
when you're not drinking.

(horn honking)

(sighing)

CHEGWIDDEN:
Lieutenant.

Uh, since my party
is at the academy,

I was thinking
of inviting your brother.

Oh, he'd really
appreciate that, sir.

Anything I need
to consider?

Oh, no, we're-we're
fine now, sir.

Good, good.

I'd hate for some
family squabble

to ruin my evening.
(chuckles)

Harriet.
Yes, sir?

I've, uh, decided
on my Madam Vice.

Don't you mean
"Mr. Vice," sir?

Not unless you want
to cut your hair

and lower your voice.

You want me to
do it, Admiral?

I thought you'd appreciate
the opportunity

to outrank everyone
before you left.

I'll be there, sir.

Now, I assume you're okay
with corporal punishment.

I'm sorry?

Well, you know, paddling,
that sort of thing.

Actually, no, sir.

So you'd prefer
to be on the other end?

Neither, sir.

That was a joke, sir.

That was a good one.

You got me.

Um, however, I do have
something special in mind

I could use your help with.

Does it involve whoopee cushions
and hand buzzers, sir?

(laughs)
That's a good one.

Ow.

Mattie's fine, Commander.

Was I that obvious?

It's understandable, sir.

You haven't seen
her in three days.

Yeah, longest of my life.

I give you credit
for hanging back

and giving her
space, sir.

She's definitely going
through something.

She won't talk about it,

but it seems to be
a pretty big deal.

Right now, you're doing
more parenting than I am.

It's fine, sir.

I can see why
you took her on.

Good, remind me, would you?

You know, Commander.

Unfortunately, you entered
her life at a time

when children tend to
reject parental authority.

Are you regretting it?

No.

Just missing her.

Hello, ma'am.

Hi. Anything?

Nothing from Germany.

That's three days now.

Should I be worried?

Were you expecting
something every day?

That was the promise.

Don't worry, ma'am.
I'm sure he's fine.

It just got more involved
than he expected.

Mm. That makes
two of us.

Hey. You're back.

Yeah, last night.

Uh, you, uh, heard
about the admiral?

He told me himself,

then he gave me
a pair of bookends.

Yeah, we're all a little
worried about him.

So how was it out there?

Difficult.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Where's Clayton these days?

He's in Germany.

Why do you ask?

Just being conversational.

Since when?

Mac...

Sturgis, do you
know something?

Yes.

Three years now,

and I'm still uncomfortable
talking to you.

Excuse me.

(gasps):
Colonel MacKenzie.

You-you surprised me.

What are you doing?

I've been laid off.

Why?

That's a question
for my superiors, ma'am.

Fine. Put me in touch with Webb.

You know I can't do that.

Are they shutting
down his office?

I signed an oath, ma'am.

Yeah, but if
you're no longer

employed by the agency...

I'm sorry, Colonel.

(sighs)

You were sending these?

I didn't know whether
to keep doing it or not.

Knew I'd only be here
a few more days.

Thought you'd
been told already.

Where is he?

In Hawaii.

I want to talk to him.

You can't.

He's in the Tripler morgue.

(knocking on door)

Webb's dead.

He was one of the six casualties
on the USS Thomas Lyons.

I thought he was in Germany.

It was a charade
to keep me from worrying.

Who told you this, Sturgis?

He wanted to, I think.

The information was classified.

How did you find out?

I squeezed it
out of Clay's assistant.

Mac, you may
have forgotten,

but, uh...

I know.

He faked his death before.

I considered that,

but I know it's for real
this time because I feel it.

(sighs)

What can I do?

You're doing it.

(monitor beeps rhythmically)

Okay, Colonel.

Let's count backwards
from ten.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six...

You'll hear from me
every day.

I better.

I love you.

I'm so relieved.

DOCTOR:
How are you feeling?

Crampy.

That'll disappear
in a few hours.

I'd take it easy tonight.

I can't. I have an affair.

Take a cab.

Avoid physical activity.

What do I need to know?

I wish I had better news.

How long have
you been there?

I just walked in.

You look nice.

Thanks.
It's a retirement

party for the admiral tonight.

You want something
to drink?

No, thanks.

You were late again
last night, huh?

Yeah. Jen tell you?

I'm sure you have a good reason.

It was an Alateen meeting.

How did you get there?

My dad drove me.

I read those letters

my mom wrote.

And in them, she wrote,

you know,
that she loved him so much

that it made her angry to see
him hurting himself, and...

she knew she shouldn't
have handled it that way.

She apologized
for not being able to help him.

And that helped you?

Yeah.

I sort of get it now.

So, what are you thinking?

Dad and I are going to spend
some more time together.

(bagpipes playing
"Scotland the Brave")

Ladies and gentlemen,
the President of the Mess.

(chatter)

(glass clinking)

Madam Vice,

Mr. Turner requests
permission

to address the President

in regard to
an infraction.

The infraction

in question, Mr. Turner?

Mr. Michael Roberts sits before

an uncharged
wine glass.

I consider that

transgression to be
of appropriate consequence

to recommend the judgment
of the President.

Mr. Roberts, you will stand

and step forward.

(clears throat)

Well, it's clear to me
that you have,

uh, violated the laws

of formal behavior,
if not that

of all civilized peoples
everywhere.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

Mr. President,

I'm not experienced
in this kind of thing.

This kind of thing, Mr. Roberts,

is referred to
as a "Dining Out."

Sorry, Mr. President.

May I request

uh, defense counsel, sir?

Name the counsel.

My big brother, Mr. Bud Roberts.

Allowed.

Madam Vice,
may I address the President?

You may.

Mr. President,
I would like for you

to take this into
consideration.

Mr. Michael Roberts is the most
junior officer in the room.

He does not normally drink wine,
and when we were children,

I used to randomly beat him
about the head

with a badminton racquet.

(laughter)

Five dollars.

We'll send it to the
Mental Health Association.

Good time for a break.

15 minutes.

Smoking lamp is lit.

Hey.

Hi.

What happened to you?

Oh, um...

I-I had a-a
procedure.

Are you okay?

Uncomfortable.

Why didn't you tell me?

I would have been there
with you.

Oh, no, no. It's
better this way.

Do you need anything?

(sighs) Good news.

(chuckles ruefully)
Not today.

Mattie reconciled
with her father.

I-I thought that's
what you wanted.

I guess so.

It just kind of took me
by surprise, you know?

He's probably going to go
for custody again.

Hmm.

You bring someone?

No. I'm here with you.

Madam Vice,
to our Guest of Honor.

SIMS:
Ladies and gentlemen,

The President of the Mess.

ALL:
The President of the Mess.

RABB:
May his departure

take him to a place of peace,

contentment and natural fabrics.

(laughter)

(sighs)

Much appreciated.

I'm aware of all the speculation
regarding my retirement.

Many theories,
all of them very interesting.

All of them correct.

(laughter)

I guess it was, uh...

a confluence of many things
that led to my decision.

But let me be clear.

I'm not leaving anything.

I'm completing one experience
and starting another.

Specifically, this summer,

my daughter and I will visit
every Major League baseball park

in the nation.

We'll end up in, uh, Boston

in October, where I'm hoping
historic things will happen.

(soft chuckling)

And everything after that
is pretty much up in the air.

But know this.

I will take each and every one
of you with me wherever I go.

And trust me when I say

that I'm a better man

for having done my service
in your company.

Madam Vice,

I believe Mr. Bud Roberts is out

of uniform.

Mr. Roberts,

please approach.

You're right,
Mr. President.

Mr. Roberts' shoulder boards
are incorrect.

Uh, Madam Vice,
my shoulder boards are...

Attention to orders.

Consider this my last act
as Judge Advocate General.

Lieutenant Commander,
repeat after me.

I do solemnly
swear...

I do solemnly swear

that I will support
and defend the Constitution

of the United States

of America against all enemies,
foreign and domestic...

The admiral wrote a letter
to the promotion board.

He showed me a copy.

It was amazing.

Six pages.

He listed every officer
that had been promoted

that was handicapped
in the last 50 years.

And then he
went on and on

about your T.A.D.
aboard the Bennington

and how you talked that sailor
out of suicide.

I can't believe
they bought it.

Read the letter.

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You okay?

You keep asking
me that.

Well, give me an answer
that works.

(sighs)

I don't think
I'm in a position

to judge anything
right now.

You're missing him.

We were getting
close to something.

He lied to you, Mac.

Maybe for the
right reason.

Is there one?

(sighs)

No.

Not in a
relationship.

Did you love him?

I told him I did.

I don't know if we had
a future together.

We hardly ever
talked about it.

Certainly never
talked about kids.

I don't know
if you realize it, but, um...

this week is, uh...

It's an anniversary of sorts.

Five years ago.

(sighs)

We're already there?

I knew it was
this year, but...

This isn't really the...

the right time to talk
about this, but, uh...

I want you to know that, uh,

if you want to have a baby,

in the future,

the offer still holds.

I mean, we could
do it together,

like we planned.

That's all
I wanted to say.

You-You don't have to...

I'm sorry. I...

I... I shouldn't have...

I shouldn't have brought it up.

You know, men just seem
to, uh...

pass through my life.

Except for you.

Will you always be there?

Yes.

Then, you need to know
what the doctor told me.