Army Wives s03e03 Episode Script

Previously in "Army Wives"… - Internal revenue service? - Your bar owes the government money.
What is the damage? $26,352.
13.
I really need that money, or I'm gonna lose my bar.
I'm sorry.
- Viola Crawford.
- Roxy Leblanc.
You did me a favor, and now I'm gonna do you one.
I love this place! My cousin's establishment, and the shrimps are courtesy of my brother.
I have a plan on how I can save the bar.
Where are you going to get the money? You come by in a few days, and you'll see.
- Roland, what about you? - I'm sorry.
What? What surprised you most about army life? I'm distracting everybody, so I'm just gonna go.
I was a psychiatrist.
I wrote books, damn it.
I had a career.
We all gave up a lot when we chose this life.
Things have changed, Michael.
Being apart might be the only way to keep the family together.
- Okay.
- Permission to lead the task force? Granted, but watch yourself, Frank.
We're told that the unit is cut off, pinned down and in fierce fighting.
Oh, my god.
Frank.
You've all heard about Frank and his unit being in trouble.
Denise is worried sick.
She should have thought of that before she started sleeping around on him.
- He's okay.
- Oh, thank god.
Hello? Hey, D.
Frank.
Look, I don't have much time.
Well, are you okay? I'm fine.
I'm-- I'm fine.
But But I've been hearing things, D.
, things that I just can't believe.
I am sorry, Frank.
I don't-- I don't know what to say.
So it's true? The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you, believe me.
I just need to know one thing-- Do you love him? No, Frank And it's over.
I don't know what I was thinking.
All I do know is that I love you and that I want us to be together.
Just tell me what I can do to make it right again, and I'll do it.
Please, Frank, can you forgive me? You know, we have walked a long road together, D.
, and I am not about to fall out now.
Frank, you don't know how happy I am to hear you say that.
Look, I gotta go.
- We'll talk when… - Frank, you still there? - Frank? - I miss you.
Frank.
~ Willow's Team ~ Really? All day? No, no, no.
Nothing urgent.
Michael didn't mention he'd be in closed-door meetings today.
Yes.
Yes.
Ask him to please call home when he can.
Thank you.
Bye.
This place is a death trap.
Well, good morning to you, too.
I almost tripped on a box coming in here.
Well, we will be out of boxes soon.
That's what you said last week.
I'm going out with the rental agent again today.
A condo just came on the market she thinks will be good for us.
Whatever.
I'm not eating that.
What? Bacon? You love bacon.
Yeah.
That was before I found out that 97% of this country's pigs are raised in factory farms, where they're drugged and forced to live in their own feces.
Oh, well, thank you for that lovely image.
Well, it's true.
Where do you stand on chicken parmesan? We're having that for dinner.
I think what we just did is illegal in most states.
What's with the "wham, bam, thank you, Roxy"? I gotta move.
Today's the convoy live-fire exercise.
I thought we just did a convoy live-fire exercise.
This is a big deal, Rox.
The captain let me plan the whole day at the range.
Can't you just be a little late? Are you trying to kill me? No.
I gotta get there first.
I'm team leader.
I gotta work harder than my men.
So I take it you're not coming to my tag sale.
- Tag sale? - Yes.
I told you, at Betty's.
I'm selling off a bunch of stuff to pay back the I.
R.
S.
Oh, right.
That $8,000 down payment.
It's not too late to cut and run.
Babe, you know that ain't my style.
And I'd kinda like my husband to be there for moral support.
I'm sorry, babe, but duty calls.
Don't be mad.
Well, can I at least be disappointed? Yes.
Rox, you know you're gonna kick butt.
Besides, this is a really big chance for me.
If my team performs well this could put me on the fast track.
- Okay? - Okay.
Give 'em hell.
And don't use up all the hot water.
I'm not.
Hot! Hot! - I hate you! - I hate you more! - I hate you most! - I hate you infinity! What is going on in here? She won't stay on her side of the room.
He keeps touching my stuff.
- I'm not touching it.
- Quit it! Lucas, cut it out.
Would one of you care to explain this mess? - I don't wanna share anymore.
- Me either.
It's my room! - No, it's not! It's my room! - It's mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
Enough.
I got it.
You want your own rooms.
We're on the army's list for a bigger house, but until that happens, you both just have to deal.
Okay? Okay.
- Okay? - Okay.
Good.
Now let's clean this stuff up.
Hey.
What the hell is this line? Mommy said a bad word.
- Who did this? - She did it.
- Katie.
- I had to.
It's like a magic fence.
That is permanent marker.
This is never gonna come out.
Okay, first thing, no TV and you gotta stay in this room.
That's not fair.
It's my room, too.
- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.
There you go, sweetie.
Look, daddy's home.
Hey.
How are my girls? Well, your beautiful daughter slept through the night, so both she and your wife are feeling pretty good.
Lucky you.
You know what? You haven't been yourself lately.
What's going on? - Nothing.
- Nothing? It doesn't seem like nothing.
Honey, are you starting to push me away because of my deployment? No.
I love you, Joan, but there's only room for one shrink in the family.
It has nothing to do with your deployment.
It's not always about you, you know.
Fair enough.
I'm sorry.
I'm just really beat.
These overnight shifts are kicking my butt, and I have to go back to the hospital today to check on a patient.
Why? Because you married a responsible man.
Yes, I did.
A very handsome one at that.
Yeah, yeah.
Tell me you're still coming back early today so I can squeeze in some shut-eye.
Oh, woman, you gotta be kidding me.
Sorry.
There's been a change in schedule.
- What I can say? It's the army.
- The army.
Right.
I'll handle it.
I love you.
You better.
See you.
Oh, shoot! Sherwood residence.
Hi, Roland.
Sure.
I'd-- I'd love to watch Sara Elizabeth.
Yeah, it's no problem at all.
Come anytime.
I'm-- I'm here.
Okay.
See you.
Outstanding work, Major.
I had an outstanding team, sir.
I agree.
I'm putting you and your men in for a commendation.
- Well, thank you, sir.
- And I'm sending you home.
Pardon me, sir? T.
D.
Y.
upcoming war games at Fort Marshall.
With respect, sir, I think I could better serve here.
I'm sure you do, but this is top priority for the division.
You'll be an observer controller for the mission rehearsal exercise.
And it'll give you time to take care of whatever personal issues you may have at home.
Sir, I don't know what you've heard, but I-- There are no secrets in the army, Frank.
You know that.
You orders have already been cut.
I want to hear all about that exercise when you get back.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Have you talked with your wife since your return to camp? No.
No, I haven't.
I'd give her a call if I were you.
Is that an order, sir? It's a suggestion, Frank.
How can we help today? I'd like to see where my family is on the housing list.
We've been waiting for a 3-bedroom for, like, a year.
My husband's an E-7, so that makes us eligible for senior N.
C.
O.
housing.
Okeydokey.
You said "Moran.
" That's M-O-R-A-N? That's right.
And last time I checked, we were number eight on the list.
Here we are-- Moran.
Your position has moved.
You're number 12 now.
No, here it is.
It's 12.
But it's going the wrong direction.
How can that be? More senior N.
C.
O.
s and key and essential personnel have moved to the post in the last six months.
Okay.
That's not fair.
I have a 10-year-old daughter and an 8-year-old son.
If they don't get their own bedrooms soon, they are not gonna live to see their next birthdays.
I'm kidding.
Kind of.
I wish there's more I can do, but we strive to accommodate everyone.
You're not striving hard enough.
I'm sorry you feel that way, but that's the system.
The system sucks.
Mrs.
Moran, I'm gonna have to ask you to please control yourself.
Um, you know what? I'm gonna need to speak to a supervisor.
That would be Mrs.
Frasier.
She's not here at the moment, but would you like to leave a message? Yeah.
Bite me.
- Hey.
Come on in.
- Thanks.
And thanks again for watching Sara Elizabeth.
My pleasure.
Us girls are gonna have lots of fun, aren't we? Roxy's tag sale.
You gonna go? I don't think so.
I have a lot of things to do, and Well, just tell Roxy I hope the sale's a big success.
Yeah.
Wow.
Someone's been busy.
- Yeah, nervous energy.
- It looks fantastic.
Thanks.
You gonna stay for coffee? 'Cause I have some pastries from Vaccaro's.
It's tempting, but I gotta get to the hospital.
- Right.
Your patient.
- Yeah.
Hey, I meant to tell you, I'm glad to hear Frank's okay.
- Yeah, me, too.
- How does he sound? Um, he hasn't called.
Well, I'm sure he will soon.
Yeah.
Bye, baby girl.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- And thanks again.
- Sure.
Hey, sweet pea.
I don't know about you, but I could go for a big, gooey pastry right about now.
Okay? Hello.
I'm Dr.
Burton.
I'm the psychiatrist who admitted private Hunter last night.
My Leshawn isn't crazy.
Are you his mother? No one's saying that Leshawn is crazy, Mrs.
Hunter, but when your son came in last night, his behavior was erratic.
Did you order a tox screen? - Of course.
- And? No drugs or alcohol were found in his system.
That's because he doesn't mess with those things.
Are these restraints really necessary? I'm afraid so.
Leshawn became increasingly combative, took a swing at a nurse, so he's been restrained temporarily to protect hospital personnel and himself.
What's wrong with my son, doctor? We're not sure, Mrs.
Hunter.
But we're gonna do all that we can to help.
No, you won't.
You'll do as little as you have to to cover your ass.
Excuse me? You'll throw some pills his way, then broom him - before the ink dries on his chart.
- That's not true.
I assure you, Mrs.
Hunter, Mr.
Hunter, every effort-- I'm not the boy's father.
I'm his therapist.
Terrence Price.
I'm a psychologist.
Perhaps we should talk outside.
I don't know what kind of psychologist you are, Price, but you have no right to make baseless accusations - about how I treat my patients.
- Leshawn is my patient, too.
And Mrs.
Hunter knows I only want the best for her son.
Why is Leshawn seeing you when the military provides mental health services for free? Come on, Dr.
Burton.
Even you must know that there's still a stigma attached to soldiers who reach out for help.
My counseling center specializes in wartime trauma, and unlike the military, I don't have a vested interest in denying the psychological effects of combat.
Okay, one, I'm not military.
Two, the army does an excellent job in treating emotional and mental distress.
Right.
We can argue another time.
Now I think Leshawn is suffering from traumatic brain injury.
He needs an M.
R.
I.
, and no one here is listening to me.
- I don't believe that.
- Then check it out.
The army wants to discharge Leshawn on a 513.
That way they can stop giving medical care and stop being responsible for what happened to him in theater.
I have never seen the army knowingly mistreat a patient.
Then you're not looking hard enough.
Look if I'm right, there's a time bomb going off inside of his head.
An untreated T.
B.
I.
could kill him, and you know it.
Terrence, is everything all right? Is Leshawn gonna get that test? Not from Dr.
Burton.
He's just another cog in the machine.
Engage the target! Contact right.
All right, cease fire! Cease fire! Clear your weapons! Weapon clear? Badger two, this is badger five.
Over.
Badger two, this is badger five.
- Specialist, is your weapon clear? - Roger, Corporal.
Badger two, do you read me? Come in.
Badger five, this is badger two.
Over.
Roger, sergeant, the men performed exceptionally.
Roger that.
We're coming in.
Badger two, out.
All right, boys, let's move out.
Stand clear.
Gold unit, you're op-to mark is five.
Well done, ladies.
First beer's on me.
- Let's unload.
- What about the second round? That's on you, Wyler.
What was that? - Who fired that shot? - I did, sir.
It was an accident, sir.
Is your weapon clear, soldier? Who's your team leader, son? - $900 more, boys.
- Yes! This is fantastic.
I don't wanna jinx it, but I feel it in my bones.
We are making a boatload of money today.
Hey.
Quit your yakkin', would ya? Sorry.
I'm just giddy as a catbird in clover.
Excuse me, ma'am? How much for your cappuccino machine? Uh, tag says $1,100.
My wallet says $800.
Well, sir, what your wallet may be failing to appreciate is that this here is the class a-6.
It is a deluxe model, quicker than a jackrabbit and cleans up easier after.
- $850.
- $900.
Do you take plastic? Plastic, cardboard, anything that pays.
Wow, jeez, Roxy.
You're a tough negotiator.
yep.
Every dollar counts.
- You made it.
- I almost didn't.
The parking lot's jammed.
It better be like that when I open the new and improved Hump Bar.
No more Betty's? Betty's is a little too fancy for what I've got in mind.
Besides, Betty hated the name.
So what do you have in mind? A good ol', kick-ass honky-tonk with dollar beer and boiled peanuts and shrimp like your mamies used to make.
Well, not your mama.
Roxy was getting too civilized.
- What do you think? - I think it sounds more like the Roxy we all know and love.
- Low-rent? - Exactly.
Low-rent, sleazy I was thinking more "colorful.
" Thank you.
The truth is, I got no choice.
I can't afford to run things the way they've been.
Well, I think it's gonna be great.
I have some news.
Finally found a condo.
- All right! - Great.
Well, there's no way all our furniture's going to fit, but it'll do.
Good.
- Did Roland make it? - He's at the hospital.
Ah, what about Denise? Okay The 800-pound gorilla just walked in the room.
Has anybody talked to Denise? Not me.
I sent her a flyer.
The last time I saw her was when I gave her the good news about Frank.
But, uh, things between us are still Weird? Honestly, I don't even know what to say to her.
Hey! How much are these? Excuse me, ladies.
I smell a sale.
Go.
Oh, uh, speaking of housing I could use a favor.
Name it.
Is Mr.
Bertram available, please? I'm sorry.
He retired about a month ago.
Really? Is the new director in? Sorry.
She's out all day.
May I take a message? Yes, I'd appreciate it.
And you are? Claudia Joy Holden, General Holden's wife.
I'm sorry.
I just started here.
Isn't General Rutledge the commanding general? Yes, he is.
He replaced my husband, General Holden, who's now at N.
A.
T.
O.
over in Brussels.
I'm sorry.
If this is about housing in Brussels-- No, no, sweetheart.
I'm here to help a friend.
- A friend? - Yes.
I think she was in this morning.
Pamela Moran.
Oh, yes.
Mrs.
Moran.
I remember.
Hey.
Any luck? My contact retired a month ago.
Honestly, I don't know how much good I did in there.
That's okay.
Oh, I feel terrible, Pamela.
I do.
No, are you kidding? I appreciate your trying.
Besides, I never wanted to be a wive who pulls rank.
I'll reach out to the new director, see what I can do.
No, it's fine.
Really.
Hey, how's Emmalin doing? Emmalin.
You know, not great.
Roland seems to think she has unresolved grief issues.
I want to get her some counseling, but she is just acting out so much, I can't even-- I can't even mention it.
How are you doing? A little tired.
I never sleep well when Michael's away.
I get that.
Chase snores like a foghorn, and still, I sleep so much better when he's next to me.
I was really looking forward to being with Michael in Brussels.
You know, visiting Paris and London and I wish I had some advice to offer.
We'll get through it.
The thermometer exploded.
What? We made so much money, we ran out of paper.
See? Anything's possible if you put your mind to it.
Does this mean we can get pizza now? No.
Just about every dollar we made today has to go to uncle Sam.
We don't have an uncle Sam.
Oh, yes, you do.
Everyone has an uncle Sam.
You dressed up as him at the Oh, yeah.
So do I get the money? No.
But I will tell you what.
Daddy had a really big day today, too, so we're gonna put together a super special surprise meal for him.
Can we have ice cream for dessert? I think we have just enough for ice cream for dessert.
- Strawberry! - Chocolate chip! What the hell were you thinking, corporal? Failure to clear that soldier's rifle constitutes a critical breakdown - in leadership.
Wouldn't you agree? - Yes, sir.
Some officers in my position would take you down a pay grade.
Instead, a letter of reprimand will be placed in your file, and you'll pull extra duty.
As team leader, you will be required to do remedial traing, as will your men.
To make sure that you are never again responsible for a negligent discharge, every saturday, until otherwise notified, you will report in full gear and inspect each and every soldier's rifle as they come off the live-fire range.
Yes, sir.
That's it.
Dismissed.
Don't you think you're being overly punitive? Corporal Leblanc is a silver star recipient, a war hero.
I took that into consideration.
Honestly, I think Leblanc got off lucky.
He should have lost his stripes.
Well, this isn't about Leblanc, and you know it.
It's not? You're trying to get to me by punishing one of the divisions most promising team leaders, all because he used to work for me.
Why would I want to do that? That would be petty and unfair.
Exactly.
Colonel Burton, if you disagree with my actions, you're free to go to general Rutledge.
Or if you'd like, I can bring it up to him myself.
I'll be seeing the general tonight at poker.
That won't be necessary.
Private Hunter was injured by an R.
P.
G.
that hit his humvee.
Since then, there's been a pattern of altered behavior-- anger, hostility, depression.
- Were S.
S.
R.
I.
s prescribed? - Yes.
Several antidepressants have been tried.
He's refusing to take them anymore.
There's your problem, Dr.
Burton.
He's not med compliant.
I think it might be more complicated than that, sir.
Today I conferred with a psychologist-- Dr.
Terrence Price.
That rabble-rouser? Don't tell me Price has gotten his claws in you.
Excuse me? He's a publicity hound, only out for himself.
That may be, but in this case, I think private Hunter might have fallen through the cracks.
Price believes that private Hunter needs an M.
R.
I.
to rule out traumatic brain injury, and I agree.
Several doctors at Mercer have already examined the patient.
Yes, but as you know, T.
B.
I.
symptoms often don't manifest - for weeks after the initial episode.
- Is that what Price told you? I don't like the guy any more than you do, but this isn't about Price.
It's about giving private Hunter the best care that the army can provide.
Fine, but you should know the hospital's down to one M.
R.
I.
machine.
There's a backlog around the block.
Private Hunter could be processed out soon.
Put him on the list.
Good day, Dr.
Burton.
Hi.
Remember me? Oh, yes, miss Moran.
M-O-R-A-N? I'm back to speak to your supervisor.
I'm afraid that she's gone for the day.
Does she ever work? I would love to stay and help, but I have gotta get home to my family.
Yeah, well, I bet you don't live in a crappy cracker box house with your husband and two kids.
Excuse me.
I couldn't help overhearing.
Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
It's a profanity-free zone.
- Don't call the M.
P.
s.
I'm leaving.
- You're Pamela Moran, aren't you? From the radio? Yeah.
I'd know that voice anywhere.
Why'd they take you off the air? Long story, short version? I got a big mouth.
Well, that big mouth changed my life.
Excuse me? You had a caller who was thinking about leaving her husband.
At the time, I was thinking about the same thing.
Things were bad at home, and then I found out I was pregnant.
I get that.
I was new to post, didn't have any friends, just you on the radio.
So that day, I was in my car, ready to drive away from here and just keep going.
Then you told that caller to reach deep down inside and find her strength.
You said, "worse than giving up" "Is never trying at all.
" If it wasn't for you This is Lily.
She's adorable.
I'm really touched.
I always wanted to find a way to thank you, tell you how much that day meant to me.
Oh, you're very sweet, but-- It seems like you're having a bit of a problem here.
Maybe I could help.
Dr.
Burton, what brings you to the land of reality? Subdural hematoma with significant mass effect.
So I was right.
Leshawn has a T.
B.
I.
He's in the O.
R.
now.
Early prognosis is good.
I explained the situation to my chief of staff, Dr.
Ashland-- Ashland? That S.
O.
B.
? Yeah, he had some choice words for you, too, but he did give the okay for the M.
R.
I.
How'd you get this done so quickly? Ashland told me to put Leshawn on the list.
He didn't tell me where on the list.
Hey, I just want to say, I appreciate it.
I didn't do this for you, Price.
I did it for my patient.
Another meeting? Does Michael know I called earlier? No, no, no.
That's okay.
I just wanted to hear his voice.
That's all.
Yes, thank you.
Okay.
Bye.
So how do you like your new room? You mean the closet.
Um, it's really small.
It's only a foot smaller than the room at home.
I measured.
I don't think my stuff will fit.
Maybe it's time to get rid of a few things.
Just a thought.
Do we really have to live here? It smells like old people in the hall.
It does not.
There are plenty of young families here.
You haven't even seen the pool or the exercise room.
You can have your friends over, like Heather.
Heather and I don't hang anymore.
Since when? I thought she was your best friend, B.
F.
F.
- Uh, was.
- What happened? You two have a fight? Things change.
That's all.
You know, like you and Mrs.
Sherwood? I bet there's asbestos in here.
Once we get everything moved in and we're out of boxes, you'll feel right at home.
Whatever.
Come on.
What do you think? Really.
Really? I think it sucks.
- Look, mom.
- Wait till daddy sees.
I am so proud of you both, I could just about bust.
- Daddy! - Daddy! Daddy! - Quick! Come look! - We did it, dad.
- We raised all the money.
- Really? That's That's great.
Were you a hero today, dad? Did you kick butt? Not exactly.
Boys, let's let daddy relax before dinner, okay? Is dad okay? He's fine.
Just-- long day is all.
I'll be right back.
Babe? I blew it.
I screwed up big-time.
How big is big? Negligent discharge.
English, please? A rifle went off when it wasn't supposed to.
Nobody was hurt, but It's my job to make sure something like that doesn't happen.
Well, if nobody was hurt-- I failed.
This was my big opportunity, and I failed.
I'm sorry.
I know this was important to you.
But you'll get another chance, right? Like a do over? No.
Look, I know you're not much in the mood for celebrating, but we made a special supper.
Maybe eating somethin' will make you feel better.
I don't wanna disappoint the boys or you.
So just just give me a second, okay? Okay.
Hi, Colonel.
The baby asleep? Went down ten minutes ago.
- I needed that.
- Rough day? Have I mentioned how much I despise Evan Connor? Only twice a day, every day.
Honey, I fear for Fort Marshall, having someone like Evan helping to run things.
Anyway, don't mind me, I'm just blowing off steam.
How was your day? Some guy called me a "cog in the machine.
" What? This psychologist, kind of a hothead, he accused me of being a bureaucrat.
You? Maybe he's got a point.
Well, I don't know where this is coming from, Dr.
Burton, but the brilliant man I married has always been his own person, which is just one of the reasons why I love you.
- Will you say that again? - I love you.
Unh-unh, it's the-- the part about being a brilliant man.
Brilliant man.
- It's your turn to set the table! - No, it's not! - Yes, it is! - No, it's not! Hey, knock it off.
- Stop it.
- Moran residence.
Yeah, this is Pamela.
Oh, Nicole.
Hi.
Yeah, it was nice to meet you, uh, too.
Katie, Lucas.
Sorry about that.
Um, you were saying? You're kidding.
Already? No, no, no.
That's great.
Thank you so much.
Yeah, I'll come down first thing in the morning.
Okay.
All right.
Bye.
What is it, mommy? Only the best news ever.
We're getting a pony? - No.
- Daddy's coming home? No, but that would be better.
Still, this is right up there.
We're getting a new house, and you guys are gonna have your own rooms.
- Yes! - Yay! - But my room's gonna be bigger.
- No, mine.
- Mine is.
- My room's gonna be bigger than yours.
I call it now-- bigger room.
- Hello? - Hey.
Frank.
Are you okay? Are you hurt? No.
No, I'm fine.
Good.
I-I heard you were all right, but since then, I-- I don't have much time.
I'm just calling to let you know that I'm coming home.
Really? When? Tuesday.
It seems I'm need - for war games.
- Well, that's great.
And to take care of my domestic situation.
Frank, just let me explain.
Look, my flight comes in at 1430.
Tuesday, 1430.
I will be there.
No.
No, I don't want you to meet me.
It's no problem, Frank.
I'm-- I can pick you up.
I'll have transport.
Look, we'll talk about this when I get home, all right? I gotta go, Denise.
Good-bye.
Bye.
Emmalin, it's time to turn that off! Emmalin, I said turn it off now! ~ Willow's Team ~