Army Wives s07e04 Episode Script

Previously on "Army Wives" Good night, sir.
Welcome back.
Thank you.
It's good to be back.
(Explosion) (Glass shatters) Thank you, Michael.
Good night.
No Americans were harmed in the attack.
All of our husbands are safe.
(Exhales deeply) (Laughs) (Laughs) (Clinks) I've been asked to participate in a clinical study at Johns Hopkins.
And-- and Joan's good with this? Uh, actually, I haven't told her yet.
This all came up in the last few days.
But I think she'll be on board, considering the cause.
Well I think it's great, Roland, really.
- Hey.
(Joan) - Take the job.
You're the one on home front.
If you want to take it on, go ahead.
The kids will adjust.
Thank you.
Your orders are being cut, Joan.
You'll be heading home with your brigade.
But I just got here, sir.
I understand.
But the colonel you replaced, he'd already been here ten months with your unit.
Yes, sir.
(Hinges squeak) Good morning, ladies.
Good morning, Latasha.
- You live here? - I do.
It looks like the two of you are gonna be neighbors.
Mm.
Well, there goes the neighborhood.
(Laughs) (Indistinct conversations) _ What time is it? Uh, two minutes since you last asked.
Where is she? Patience, my man.
Patience.
(Engine revs) Here they come.
(Cheering) (Cheering continues) (Brakes hiss) (Cheering continues) (Doors hiss open) (Cheering continues) Mom, over here! (Indistinct conversations) (Laughs) Hey baby girl, mama missed you.
Ah, wait, wait, wait.
(Laughs) Wait.
Wait.
Mm.
Oh, welcome home, Colonel.
(Roland) Come on.
Wow.
Look at this place.
This is for you, mom.
(Chuckles) (Door closes) _ You made this? Uh-huh.
Me, too.
Sara Elizabeth helped.
Mm.
I love it.
Thank you.
Mwah.
Okay.
Let's get ready for school.
Do we have to? Mom just got home.
I'll tell you what-- how about we both take you? Cool.
Okay.
Go with your brother now.
You all right? Some hero.
I was only gone two weeks.
Good morning.
Wow.
You're up early.
I know.
I got an e-mail from Tim last night.
I was so happy, I just jumped up and started making his favorite pies.
I have more in the car.
So you got an e-mail and I got this.
Oh, what's that? My divorce papers.
My marriage is officially over.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that the right thing to say? I guess.
It just didn't work out, huh? Hector cheated on me.
Oh.
Yeah, and on top of that, he got the girl pregnant.
Oh, my goodness.
Well, no wonder you divorced him.
(Click tongue) Still, you get a letter like this, you can't help feeling like a failure.
Oh, come on.
You're not a failure.
Talk to my mother.
How many Catholic girls my age are divorced? He he just was not the right guy.
That's all.
Right? But someone else out there is.
I just know it.
That is the last thing I need right now.
You can't give up on love, Gloria.
I'm just giving it a rest, okay? Now go get your other pies.
Okay.
(Caroline) Where are my flats? What's the problem now? My black flats.
I can't find them anywhere.
Ugh.
They're probably in one of the boxes the movers lost.
Great.
So what am I supposed to do? Wear the shoes you wore yesterday? I've worn those twice this week.
Problem? Yes.
We have a fashion crisis.
I'm glad you find this so hilarious.
When is the cable guy coming? - Next week.
- That sucks.
Language.
I'll be right out.
Have a good day, Tanner.
Tanner.
Thanks.
I don't suppose you found the legs to the bedside table yet.
They're probably with Caroline's black flats.
Right.
Right.
Gotta go.
And it does suck that we don't have cable.
(Smacks) Caroline.
I'm coming.
(Sighs) (Lowered voice) You're welcome.
That was nice.
It's been a while since we've taken the kids to school together.
Joan.
Uh, I'm gonna go take a shower.
Well, you want company? Uh, I need to report in.
Well, you can't be a few minutes late? Can it wait? No.
What's the matter, Joan? Aren't you happy to be home? Joan? Of course I am.
It's It's just that they sent me over there to do a job and then they didn't let me do it.
Anyway, speaking of jobs, don't you need to get to yours? I've been tapering off at Piedmont.
I start work at Johns Hopkins soon.
You're still doing that? Of course.
But I'm back.
Joan I signed a contract, put a deposit on an apartment.
I even enrolled the kids in new schools.
Wait.
You want to take the kids, too? It's only for a few months.
We talked about this.
If you were still in Afghanistan-- But I'm not.
I made plans.
Well, the plan's changed.
Joan-- Thanks for the welcome home.
Morning, Maggie.
Morning.
You know this is silly.
We should carpool.
Thanks, but I don't think you'll want to drive my kids.
Why not? My stepdaughter Caroline-- let's just say she's a typical teenager.
That girl does have a certain tone, doesn't she? Walls are thin, honey.
I am so sorry.
No need.
I was just wondering why Caroline doesn't have to apologize to you.
I-I don't mean to pry.
No, no, it's o-- it's okay.
Um, Eddie and I have only been married three months, and so we're both trying to take it slow in the stepparent department.
Oh, I get it.
The truth is, I think Caroline blames me for breaking up Eddie's first marriage.
Technically, he wasn't divorced when we got together, but that's a whole different story.
Well, I'm here anytime.
Thanks.
And think about carpooling.
Don't worry about Caroline.
I don't take lip from no one.
Oh, I've noticed.
(Laughs) (Chuckles) We had an agreement.
I was going to Johns Hopkins and taking the kids with me.
Now I can't just change things because Joan got new orders.
For once, she's gonna have to adjust to my plans.
I understand how you feel, Roland, but what woman wants to come home to hear that her husband and kids are gonna leave? Look, it's only for a few months, and they're my kids, too.
Under the circumstances, I think this is what's best for 'em.
How's that? (Indistinct conversations) Joan's never been a single parent before.
I have.
You don't think she's up to it? Look, I don't want to seem harsh, but I don't think she has any idea what's involved.
I don't know, Roland.
Joan is a very loving mother.
Oh, no question.
But she also happens to be a colonel in the United States army.
And when it comes to family or flag, Denise, Joan always follows the flag.
And that's not gonna work for David and Sara Elizabeth.
I'm taking the job and I'm taking the kids with me.
(Indistinct conversations continue) (Knock on door) Hello, Holly.
Mrs.
Clarke.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
Oh, no.
Um, I was just reading.
Did something happen to Tim? What? No.
Oh, no, no.
No, nothing like that.
No, this is just a personal visit.
Oh.
Well, please come in.
Thank you.
(Holly sighs) What a lovely place.
Oh, thank you.
Um, something to drink? I only have a minute.
Uh, I have a proposition for you.
A proposition? I'm a big fan of your pies.
(Chuckles) Really? Gloria brought one over the other day.
Now I have to run a few extra miles to fit into my jeans.
Sorry.
(Laughs) (Laughs) Well, I'm hosting an event this weekend for some community leaders, and I'd like to order two dozen pies.
Two dozen? I know it's rather short notice, but there'll be some really important people there.
What do you say? Oh, oh, my gosh.
Uh, I don't know what to say.
- What about "yes"? - Yes.
(Laughs) Great.
Great.
(Laughs) Wow.
Look at these mountains.
What about 'em? We don't have anything like this in Illinois.
(Chuckles) Hey, take my picture, will you? Holly won't believe this.
No pictures, Truman.
Just get inside.
(Indistinct conversations) Welcome to Reno.
Thanks.
I'm Lieutenant Brown.
This is Sergeant Wisniewski.
That's quite a hike.
You get used to it.
Come on.
Let me show you the CP.
Corporal.
(Man) All right, gentlemen, this way to the spa and tennis courts.
(Indistinct conversations) (Weights clatter) (Indistinct conversations continue) (Coog and clucking) Hey, look.
Chickens.
So? My family raises chickens.
(Cooing and clucking continue) The surveillance blimp gives you a 360 of the area.
That's Outpost Kansas.
On the map, it's only 300 meters away.
But when you factor in terrain and elevation, it might as well be 300 miles.
- Roger that, sir.
- Wait.
How do you mean? Should the enemy choose to engage in force up here, Kansas wouldn't be much help.
- We're basically on our own, sir.
- Oh.
Joan, come in.
Welcome back.
Thank you, sir.
It's good to see you.
Good to see you.
Sir, I'd like to personally offer my condolences about Claudia Joy.
Thank you.
Emmalin and I appreciated the card you sent.
I'm sorry I couldn't be here.
Please have a seat.
So I don't imagine you were thrilled about being redeployed.
No, sir.
Given the political climate and the accelerated drawdown, we all have to be flexible these days.
Understood.
But let me assure you, Joan, you still have a vitally important job to do-- planning the withdrawal of a decade's worth of vehicles and material.
I'm looking forward to it.
That's the spirit, 'cause you're gonna be on call 24/7.
Aircraft will be coming in day and night.
It's gonna be a huge logistical challenge.
Joan? Yes, sir, a big challenge.
We can wait to go over this.
You just got home, and with Roland heading off to Johns Hopkins You know about that? He thought I'd be interested considering his focus is suicide in the military.
And he wanted to let me know where my goddaughter's gonna be for the next few months.
Although, with you being home, I imagine that's changed.
Uh, it's under discussion, sir.
Do you need some time off to square things away? Absolutely not.
I'm good to go.
All right.
Take a look at this, then.
It's a preliminary timetable.
How am I gonna make that many pies in time? Two dozen pies for the General's wife? Whoa.
Slow down.
And what if people don't like my pies? I mean, after all, I was only the runner-up at the Effingham County Fair.
Holly, everyone loves your pies.
- Oh, my God.
I hadn't thought of that.
- What? What if everyone does love my pies? You'll get more orders.
Exactly.
How will I maintain quality control? Whoa.
Take a breath.
You're making yourself crazy.
You're making me crazy, too.
Okay, sorry.
Breathe.
(Exhales) Right.
Now look, this is a great opportunity.
You can't pass it up.
(Voice breaks) Oh, my God.
I know.
But how am I-- (Normal voice) Breathe.
If you want, I can help.
You bake? Well only potatoes, but I'm a fast learner.
Oh, my God.
Thank you so much! (Laughs) I haven't done anything yet.
Ohh.
(Laughs) This place sucks.
What were you, uh, expecting? Not this.
Hey, where do we go to send e-mails? Outpost Kansas.
Really? All the way down there? When you get permission.
How often is that? I don't know, Truman.
I just got here, like you.
Yeah, but I told Holly that I-- For now you're just gonna have to use snail mail, just like the old days.
Hey, deal with it, Romeo.
(Projectile whooshes) (Explosion) (Man) Hit the deck! Hit the deck! (Man shouts indistinctly) (Grunts) Those are mortars.
(Explosion) (Man shouts indistinctly) Stay down, Truman! (Groans) (Whoosh) (Explosion) All clear! Congratulations, Truman.
You just earned your combat patch.
Shouldn't we return fire, Sergeant? At what? Those guys like to lob a few rounds every day just to say hello, then they get the hell out of dodge.
Hello? (Chuckles) You'll get used to it, soldier.
(Engine rumbling) Michael.
Hello, Jackie.
I was just coming to talk to Protocol about our event this weekend.
The Community Leader luncheon.
You are coming, right? I totally forgot.
I told Emmalin I'd fly up to see her hockey team play Cornell.
It's okay.
Don't worry about it.
Michael, seeing your daughter is more important.
I can't believe I did that.
Well, you've had a lot of things on your mind.
I'll just ask, uh, Colonel Anthony or-- or Colonel Reddout.
Are you sure? Absolutely.
How are you doing? Still getting used to things.
Of course.
I'm I'm sure it's-- it's very different.
I She was so much a part of my life.
But I have my work and I have Emmalin.
And you have friends who care about you deeply.
Don't forget that.
I won't.
Thanks.
A-and don't worry.
- I'll get you for another lunch soon.
- Okay.
Tell Emmalin to crush Cornell.
Will do.
(Air hisses) I can't believe I need this.
I was gone less than a month.
Yeah, the army says post-deployment screenings are mandatory.
Right.
(Hisses) Your pressure's a little high.
Jet lag.
Whatever.
Yeah, or stress.
It can't help that Roland's going to Baltimore.
(Scoffs) Does everyone on post know our business? Excuse me? I don't like Roland talking behind my back.
Joan, no one's talking behind your back.
Roland just told me his plans because he thought you weren't coming home for a while.
We all did.
So I suppose you're taking his side.
What? About the job, the kids.
I-I'm not taking anyone's side.
But he talked to you about it, right? Joan, calm down-- Don't tell me to calm down.
(Scoffs) (Velcro crackles) We're done here.
(Knock on door) Gabe, honey, can you get that? Mommy's got her hands full.
(Food sizzling) Hello.
Hey, Gabe.
Can I come in? Mom, it's Mrs.
Hall.
She wants to come in.
Well, don't let the poor woman stand there.
Invite her in.
You can come in.
Oh, thank you.
(Chuckles) Go get washed up and tell your brother and sister to get ready for dinner.
(Laughs) He is adorable.
And don't think he doesn't know it.
What's up? Could I steal an onion? Of course.
Thanks.
I'm making meat loaf.
Ah.
Can't make meat loaf without onion.
I wouldn't know.
It's my first meat loaf.
Hey, I was a soldier who barely knew how to microwave until a few months ago, okay? Oh, that's right.
This whole stay-at-home-mom thing is new for you, isn't it? Yes, and I am possibly the world's worst cook.
But I'm trying.
What are you making? It smells great.
Pan-roasted chicken thighs with red rice.
Oh, I am impressed.
Don't be.
Quincy's the real cook in the family.
He was a chef before he enlisted.
Really? A husband who can cook? Lucky you.
Don't I know it.
Well, thanks.
Good luck.
And if you need some cooking lessons Be careful.
I may take you up on that.
(Sizzling continues) Night.
Night.
(Door closes) Kids, dinner.
(Whirs) You do much traveling before you signed up? I didn't.
Never got more than 100 miles outside of Effingham, except for when I went to Chicago once my senior year for this school trip.
You ever been to Chicago? Chicago is nice, but, you know, I really like Effingham.
It was named for the Earl of Effingham, who was a general in the British army.
He had to resign because-- Truman When I'm on the gun, you're supposed to sleep.
I'm not really that sleepy.
Then eat something.
All right.
(Exhales) Oh, dang it.
What? Nothing but pork chow mein.
You're kidding me.
(Lowered voice) Hey, hey.
Knock it off, you two.
The Lieutenant can hear you all the way back in the CP.
Tell him.
He's the one that won't shut up.
What is the problem, Truman? (Lowered voice) All we got is pork chow mein.
Yeah, can you believe that? The other platoon took all the good MREs and left us with this crap.
Here.
Give me one.
What are you gonna do? Just watch and learn, boy.
(Sighs) Little bit of this.
Little bit of that.
Making lemons into lemonade.
What's that? It's a little magic.
Here.
Now try it.
(Sniffs) It's not bad.
All right.
(Chuckles) Now eat that and shut up.
Don't make me come back up here, you understand? Yes, Corporal.
You want some? I'm working.
Okay.
All right.
Now-- so the pie dough is about 2 to 3 inches bigger than the pie pan.
All right.
All right.
Now roll it around the rolling pin.
Oh.
(Laughs) (Laughs) Oh, no.
This is a disaster.
Oh, it-- it takes practice, that's all.
Here.
Let me show you again.
(Cell phone rings) - Sorry.
- Mm.
Oh, I gotta take this.
Okay.
Hello.
Yes, this is she.
Okay.
Well, thanks anyway.
(Sighs deeply) What was that? This apartment I was interested in.
Someone else got it.
You're moving? I have to.
My landlord's raising the rent.
Oh.
This is a nice place you got here.
One bedroom? Two.
Two? Wow.
Yeah, actually, uh, we really can't afford it.
That's (Chuckles) why I started selling pies.
I don't get it.
If you can't afford it, why'd you get a 2-bedroom? Uh promise not to tell? Um when we moved here I was pregnant.
Oh.
So we needed a nursery, so, uh Tim painted the room blue.
He was sure it was gonna be a boy.
We lost the baby after eight weeks.
Oh, Holly.
I'm so sorry.
We're gonna try again as soon as Tim gets home.
Yeah, of course.
Hey.
Hey, I have an idea.
Why don't you move in with me? What? I mean, you need a place to stay, and-- and I could use help with the rent.
Oh, Holly, I don't know.
Oh, come on.
It'd be fun.
Besides, I've never lived alone before, and I don't like it.
You could stay here until you find somewhere else.
It does kinda make sense.
So is that a deal? I guess so.
(Laughs) Awesome.
(Laughs) Okay, now it's time to crimp the crust.
Crimp? It's my favorite part.
(Denise) Coffee? Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, dinner at my place next, okay? Deal.
(Sighs) So, uh, what do you think I should do about Joan and Roland? Nothing.
I'm serious, Jackie.
So am I.
I mean, you don't want to get caught in the middle of something like that, especially when good friends are involved.
I just want to help.
I understand.
But there's no way to get involved without appearing to take sides.
Yeah, I guess so.
Funny thing is, I don't even know whose side I'm on.
Oh.
I should get ready for work.
Right.
Yeah.
Thanks again for dinner.
Oh, sure.
Stay out of it, Denise.
I will.
Good night.
Night.
(Door opens) You get ready for bed now, baby girl.
I'll be right up.
We gonna talk about this? (Dishes clink) Joan? Why not? You've talked to everyone else.
(Water running) What? General Holden, Denise Sherwood.
So now if you don't go, I'm the bad guy.
They're our friends.
(Turns water off) (Dish clatters, silverware clinks) We're a family again.
Why do you want to break us up? I don't.
But for almost 20 years, I've gone wherever the army has sent you.
Now I have a chance to do some groundbreaking work, for the army, by the way, and I want to take it.
- In Baltimore.
- Yes, Joan.
That's where the job is, and it's only for a short time.
(Water running) Okay, fine.
Maybe that works for you.
But the kids? It makes no sense.
(Turns water off) Look, I think it's what's best for the entire family.
Well, just think about it.
Your hours are long, and they're unpredictable.
I can manage my schedule.
Oh, really, as a single parent? 'Cause I don't think you have any idea how demanding that is.
Are you saying I can't do it? No, I'm saying that you haven't done it before.
No, that's not what you're saying.
You're saying I can't handle it.
All my life, people have told me what I can and cannot do.
But I never expected to hear that from my own husband.
Don't play that card, Joan.
Why not? 'Cause you're confusing the issue.
I don't think so.
Fine.
Where are you going? Upstairs, Joan.
I'm going upstairs.
(Water runs) (Maggie) More meat loaf, anyone? Is that what it was? Caroline, if you don't want anymore, stop playing with it.
May I be excused? Yes.
I, um, I liked it, mom.
It was good.
It was, um different, but good.
Thank you.
You want more? Um, actually, I have, uh, homework to do.
Well (Sighs) a triumph.
You might want to keep it in the oven just a little longer next time.
I followed the recipe.
(Siren wailing) What's going on? (Engine idling) You guys stay here, okay? (Wheezing) Latasha? Hold on, baby.
Hold on.
One minute we're eating dinner, the next Gabe's gasping for air and says his chest hurts.
Ma'am, what medications is your son taking? Pulmozyme, Albuterol, Cipro, Sporanox, Cromolyn, Prednisone, and Pancreaze.
(Wheezing continues) * He has cystic fibrosis.
We gotta get going.
I had no idea.
Ma'am, we're taking your son to Mercer.
- May I ride with him? - Yes, ma'am.
Is there anything we can do? I-I need someone to watch Deuce and Nyah.
Eddie can take them, can't you? Yeah, of course.
Deuce, Nyah, you're going next door with Sergeant Hall, all right? Your brother's gonna be fine.
I'll call you as soon as I can.
Come here.
I'll join you at the hospital, okay? (Latasha) Thank you.
Don't worry, baby.
Mommy's right here.
(Gurney wheels clatter) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) What do we got? with cystic fibrosis.
Complained of shortness of breath and sudden severe, non-radiating right-sided chest pains.
I know this boy.
Gabe Montclair.
That's right.
(Wheezing continues) (Monitor beeping erratically) Cardiac rhythm-- sinus tach.
Absent breath sounds on the right.
Do you want anything-- coffee, water? No.
Thank you.
Latasha, Maggie.
Denise.
Gabe has a tension pneumothorax.
What is that? It's when air gets trapped in the space around the lungs.
Pressure builds up and causes the lung to collapse.
My baby has a collapsed lung? Your son is in excellent hands.
We expect to be able to re-expand the lung right away, and I'll be back out as soon as the procedure's over, okay? - Yes.
- All right.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Thanks.
(Exhales deeply) A collapsed lung? Well, that's something new.
He's gonna be fine, Latasha.
(Exhales) When was Gabe diagnosed? When he was 2.
At first we just thought he caught a lot of colds.
And then one day, Gabe coughed up blood.
I never saw Quincy so scared.
When the doctors told us it was CF, we knew we had to make some changes.
What kind of changes? Quincy used to work at this real fancy restaurant in Atlanta.
And the money was good, but the medical insurance-- forget about it.
And the army covers everything.
Which is why I will always thank God for Uncle Sam.
I had no idea you were carrying such a burden.
Gabe's not a burden, honey.
He's my son.
(Blows air) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Man) Scalpel.
(Beeping continues) (Ventilator hisses and clicks) Kelly.
(Beeping continues) Chest tube.
Inserting at midaxillary line.
(Air hissing) (Hissing stops) (Beeping continues) Deuce, take care of your little sister and do what Sergeant Hall tells you.
I'll see you as soon as I can.
Mommy loves you.
Night.
The procedure went smoothly.
Gabe's lung has re-expanded.
He's fine.
Ohh.
Thank you, Lord.
May I see him? They're finding him a room now.
How long does he have to stay? Usually a couple days for observation.
CF patients have a greater risk of recurrence after an initial episode.
How could this happen? I make sure he gets all his therapies, his enzymes before meals, his inhalation treatments.
We use his airway clearance vest-- Latasha, it's nothing you did or didn't do.
You know, it can happen spontaneously, especially in CF kids.
Y-you can't blame yourself.
Hey there, honey bunny.
Mommy's here.
(Door opens) Hey.
You're reading a book? No cable, remember? Right.
So how's Gabe? Fine for now anyway.
Good.
How's everything here? It's good.
Deuce is in my sleeping bag on Tanner's floor.
Nice.
And Nyah is actually sleeping in Caroline's bed with Caroline, who was very sweet about it.
Really? Caroline? Mags.
Sorry.
(Chuckles) You want a beer? No, I've gotta get back to the hospital.
I told Latasha I'd bring her a few things from her house.
Duty above and beyond.
Latasha's the trooper.
God, to go around with that big smile all the time when you've got a kid who (Crying) Hey.
Hey.
Just just hold me, okay? Yeah.
(Sniffles) (Sniffles) Mm.
Morning.
Mm.
I must look a sight.
(Grunts) You look like a loving mother.
Thought you could use some caffeine.
(Chuckles) Ah, thank you.
(Sighs) How you doing? Better.
Gabe's okay, and that's all that matters.
You know, if you have any questions or you need any help from me Thank you, Denise.
(Denise sighs) He's beautiful.
He's my little angel.
(Chuckles) (Exhales) (Cell phone rings) Colonel Burton.
(Frank) Joan.
Frank Sherwood.
Frank, is everything all right? (Chuckles) You can stand down, Colonel.
This is a personal call.
(Chuckles) Okay.
You had me worried there.
(Laughs) Sorry.
Hey, look, I just wanted to thank you for the outstanding effort you put in before you left.
Just doing my job.
Well, maybe.
But a lesser officer would've left it for the next guy in charge to clean up the mess.
You made it a seamless transition, and I appreciate it.
Well, thank you.
You're welcome.
Hey, look, could you do me a favor? If you see Denise, will you please tell her that I said hello? I tried to call her last night, but I guess she has the night shift or something.
Roger that.
Okay.
Well, we'll be talking, Joan.
Right.
Thanks, Frank.
Oo-ahh.
(Indistinct conversations) Joan.
Hi.
Can we talk? I owe you an apology.
The way I behaved yesterday was totally unacceptable.
Well, you've had a lot on your plate.
No excuses.
Please forgive me? (Sighs) Of course.
So what's going on? (Clicks tongue) Honestly I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
Yeah, I don't think Roland does either.
Really? He doesn't act that way.
Well, I think Roland is reacting more than acting.
You both are.
He had it all lined up, and then everything changed.
He thinks the kids are better off with him.
He doesn't understand how much that hurts me.
Tell him how you feel, Joan.
Not as a soldier, but as a wife and a mother.
Tell him.
What are you doing home? I'm sorry, Roland I was blindsided.
I couldn't hear anything you were saying.
If I haven't said it lately, I'm really proud of you, as a father, a husband, a doctor.
I think you should take that job in Baltimore.
I want you to.
Please don't take the kids.
You have no idea how hard it was for me to deploy this time.
As a soldier, I'm not supposed to show it, and maybe I'm getting too good at it, but I don't think my heart could take having you and them gone at the same time.
(Sets folder and pen down) I'm sorry, too.
I've been so fixated on this job opportunity, I've ignored how it affects you and the kids.
I can do it, Roland.
I can take care of them.
I know you can.
Really, you do? I need you to believe in me.
I do.
(Sniffles) Thank you.
(Exhales) (Whispers) Thank you.
I hear we're going on patrol today.
Yeah, that's what I heard, too.
You think it's true? I guess we'll find out.
(Grunts) How? When they tell us to grab our weapons, Truman.
Mail call.
All right.
Truman.
White.
Truman.
(Chuckles) Woods.
Truman.
Cruz.
Delvecchio.
And finally Truman.
(Chuckles) That's it.
(Chuckles) That from your girl? Not exactly.
It's my divorce papers.
Oh.
I didn't know you were married.
Yeah, well, not anymore, according to this.
How long were you guys together? Just shut up, okay? Well, that's it.
Oh.
This is gonna be so much fun.
Here.
I-- I made you a key.
Thanks.
(Laughs) I need a hug.
(Laughs) Ooh.
What are we stopping here for, Sergeant? We're out in the open.
Sit tight.
This is messed up.
Sir, this road is a linear danger area.
(Booms) (Man) Hit the deck! Hit the deck! (Man) Top guns now! (Man shouts indistinctly) (Man) - Get down! (Man #2) - Incoming! Saber Base, Saber Base, this is Outlaw One-Six.
Troops in contact.
Request medevac and immediate suppression.
Over.
(Automatic gunfire)