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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.

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What's wrong, Jen?

Oh, it's just this stress. I don't
know how much more I can handle.

Don't worry, Jen. You'll get used
to witness protection in no time.

You're the only good thing in all of this, Ed.

Reggie, why're you home so soon?

My God. What's goin' on here, Jen?

U.S. Marshals face dangerous situations every day,

but for you marshals about to become
witness protection inspectors,

these situations don't always involve
facing down armed killers.

I'm Ed, and this lovely lady to my right is Jen.

And we're the Witsec players.

Sorry, Reggie.

And this character is Reggie.

And for the next 113 minutes, we're going to talk about

the unique challenges U.S. Marshals can look
forward to as witness security inspectors.

Ed, Jen, and Reggie.

Why, I haven't seen them in years, Mary.

Well, now that you mention it, neither have I, Marshall.

It's great to know they're still dispensing
valuable advice to new trainees, isn't it, Marshall?

It sure is, Mary. It sure is.

All right, all right, that's enough.

Sorry, chief.
Right on, chief.

I know we're all gonna miss Ed, Jen, and
Reggie, but after years of begging,

I've finally been given the budget to update
the Marshal service video training library.

They even gave me money to hire a real director.

But they hired me instead. I'm the
director equivalent of a handful of beans.

This is Barry Ness, and he's just being modest.

Barry's done dozens of government films. FBI, CIA, IRS...

Are you with the marshal service?

Nope, just a hired gun.

So how does a civilian get clearance to shoot
a video for a top-secret government agency?

Same as any other independent contractor.

Through a long and tedious vetting process.

You'd be amazed at some of
the things I've been privy to.

But as secretive as the CIA and the rest of
them are, nobody's as tight-lipped as you people.

That's 'cause we actually keep our secrets secret.

CIA clowns have more leaks than
the men's room at Oktoberfest.

Anyway, the deputy director said you'd be ideal
candidates to serve as our technical advisors.

Something about you being the best of the best.

Well, how 'bout that? Pretty good, huh?
That's fabulous.

Not interested.

'Scuse me?

She's kidding. Yeah.

Would you excuse us for a moment? Inspectors.

You saddle me with this task, I swear I'll quit.

Sounds like a win-win to me, chief.

Everyone says I'm the mean one. I'm not. It's her.

You think I'm mean?

Well... no, I was just... I was kidding.

And here I thought that was our thing.

So disappointing.

See, just when I thought you
were ready to step up your game.

You really are the devil's minion.

Okay, then.

Don't worry, Mary, you're off the hook.

Marshall, you're it.

All right, I think I can impart some of my hard-won wisdom.

Oh, please, God, don't screw with me.

Oh, one of my witness's kids just died.

Oh, no.
Oh, that's just perfect.

No, I mean, of course it's sad.

It's... it's terrible.

I could tell. You're all broken up.

Which witness was it?

Joseph Thomas, a.k.a. Joey "Tanks" Tancredi. His son was 49.

He hadn't seen him for 38 years.

See? It wasn't even an actual kid that died.

My John was 49.

I can't win.

So you gonna go break the news?

Yeah, I guess.

Oh, looks like you're it on the video.

'Course I am.

Gentlemen, come meet your new tech advisor.

Excellent. Welcome to the team.

Great, uh, so here's the script.

Um, you got any thoughts, suggestions, just
jot 'em down and we'll get into it tomorrow.

Great. Can't wait to get started.

I'll show you out.

You think that guy dying was part of some cosmic
"let's screw with Mary" conspiracy, don't ya?

Crossed my mind.

So you really are the loner you seem.

I like to read.

I like a well-made Manhattan.
And occasionally a pretty girl,

intrigued by such incongruent repose,
will venture forth to investigate.

Updike. I shoulda known.

I assume you're not here to start a book club.

No, but if you ever wanna...
Nah, I don't.

Hey, Jim, my friend here needs a drink.

No, thanks. I'm on duty.

Interesting. Usually I have to wait
'til I'm off duty to hit the bars.

I need to talk to Joe Thomas, an old guy who works here.

Philly Joe?
If that's the old Joe who works here, then yes.

You know him?
Yeah, well enough to know I hate him.

He's an eagles fan.

The band?
No, the team.

You're not a sports guy, are you?

I like to think I'm sporty.

What do you need him for?

'Scuse me.
Wait, wait.

Joe's one of yours? Marshall.

Excuse me.

Joe?

Marshal Marshall.

That's right.

Joe, I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Your son Michael passed away yesterday.

Oh... Mikey... what happened?

Cancer. He'd been sick for a long time.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Would you like to send a card, maybe flowers?

Or I could arrange for you to call someone.

Why would I do that?

Who would I call?

I don't know. Your son's wife.

Sometimes in these situations people
like yourself just want to reach out,

let someone know they're still out there, they still care.

Anyway, it's up to you.

All right, all right. Yeah.

Thanks for coming by.

Sure.

See you.

Uh, Marshall?

Yeah?

I think I changed my mind.

You wanna make a call?

Or I can help get a letter to your family.

I want to go back to my son's funeral.

You can make that happen, right?

What's in that?

Coffee.

Yeah, right.

Please.

She's got you spooked, doesn't she?

Little bit.
It's fun to watch.

I'm sure it is. Please don't make me do this.

My witness's son died. I have a responsibility.

That is so you.

What's all this?

The rest of Joey Tank's file.

I was doing a threat assessment to see
if a trip to his son's funeral is feasible.

So far everyone he testified against is dead, living
in another state, or suffering from dementia.

At this point, Philly's no more dangerous than Albuquerque.

Now you just have to find somebody to pay to send the
wise guy 38 years in the program to a relative's funeral.

Come on, Stan. Joey Tancredi was
one of the original 20 witnesses.

The first guy in the Philly mob to break Omerta.

He's a big reason Witsec was a success in the early days.

And we gave him a new life. Seems
to me like we're all square.

So if they've got information we need, they
can request a boob job and we make it happen,

but once they've given up everything they know
we won't even help them grieve for their children?

It's not right, Stan.
You're right.

And 15 or 20 years ago it might've been a possibility.

But now we live in a world run by bean counters.

There's no way they're going to authorize it.

All right, everybody, last looks.

Let's lock it down.

Hey, so this all-you-can-eat food
all day long is pretty great, huh?

Be careful. Craft service is the devil's triangle.

Hey, so what'd you think of the script?
You got any thoughts, suggestions?

Nope. No, I loved every word of it.

Thought you guys did a great job.

Excellent. Well, we're almost ready to roll.

On my way.

It's so unfair, Reggie.

I can't tell Jason anything, and it's
causing a lot of problems in our relationship.

I honestly don't know if this job is worth it.

You know, Jen, I used to feel like that when I first started.

But then I realized how many people I'm helping.

Once I started focusing on the positive, well, then, somehow
my personal problems seemed much less significant.

That makes a lot of sense.Thank you, Reggie.

From now on I am, I'm gonna focus on all the
positive aspects of being a Witsec Inspector.

And what about Jason, Jen?

Jason's a great guy, Reggie.

If I'm happy, then he'll be happy too.

All right, and cut.

If I'm happy, then he'll be happy, and isn't
being happy what happiness is all about? Tom.

Is there something you wanna add?

Yeah, how 'bout a murder-suicide?
Okay...

Didn't you think it was good?

I don't know, it's hard to say. I was
so focused on the crappy dialogue.

What happened to "great job, I loved every
word of it"? Did you even read the script?

Yeah, it's possible I may have skipped a few parts.

Okay, look, the whole "I can't tell
Jason anything" thing is sappy but fine,

but the stuff about focusing on how
many people we're helping is ridiculous.

Especially since most of those people oughta be in prison.

Why can't he just tell her it's one of the
things Witsec inspectors have to deal with

and she should suck it up and do her job?

Inspector, we really appreciate your input,

but this is the script that was approved
by our bosses in Washington, ours and yours.

So let's just get 'em... let's get 'em on the phone.

Let's get 'em on the phone and tell
'em we wanna write something better.

And what do I tell them when they ask why I didn't write
something better before I turned it in two weeks ago?

Let's see, maybe now that you've sobered
up, you realize it's a piece of crap

that will lead new inspectors to believe
their bosses area bunch of out-of-touch morons,

and you'd hate to ruin the surprise.

How'd the video shoot go?

Great. Yeah. Just a really long day.

Tom called. Stan knows you got kicked off the set.

Well, fine.

But it's the one time I actually didn't cross the line.

Everything I said needed saying.

Know what your problem is?

You've got integrity.

World hates integrity.

You're screwin' with me, right?

Not this time.

Do you want a cookie?

Snickerdoodle.

So I hear things went well.

I'm sorry, I got sucked in.

I knew it was gonna blow, and I couldn't care less.

And then when it actually did blow,
the thought of them thinking

that I thought what they were doing was okay was
more than I could bear and I told 'em what I thought.

My bad.
No, my mistake.

I know the little sensor inside your
head died a long time ago.

That's why I put Marshall on in the first place.

We need to talk, chief.

This is very disappointing.

Frankly, we are not getting the support
we had hoped for from your team.

Frankly, I'm disappointed too, Tom.

You have one of the finest Witsec inspectors
in the entire Marshal service at your disposal,

and you've chosen to ignore the
advices he so generously offered.

So rather than take up any more of
Inspector Shannon's valuable time,

I'm gonna call Inspector Mann, and I'm gonna
see if I can get him back on your production.

Thank you.

Hey, uh, I'm sorry about what happened on the set.

With the script, the whole thing... I'm curious.

How come you went from not giving a damn to Gandhi-like
passion about the stupid video in nothing flat?

I don't give a damn about the video, okay?

But if you're gonna do a job, you might as well do it well.

The thing that pissed me off about this
is how easy it would be to make it better.

And the chicken-ass, bureaucratic reasons
you guys gave for keeping it the way it was?

You know you're making a lousy video.

I just think it's sad you're okay with that, and if I ever open
my mouth on the subject again you have my permission to shoot me.

Don't toy with me.

So as soon as Marshall calls back, I'll
tell him he's back on the video.

No, you know what, that's okay.

I want Mary to stay on as technical advisor.

What?
No, Mary's right.

This thing should be better.

I'm gonna make some changes for tomorrow's shoot.

But the script has been approved.

Relax. It'll be better. You'll see.

I'm an idiot.

You know Mary's gonna kill you, right?

She's gonna thank me.

Only if "thank me" means "kill me" in mexican.

It's dominican.

Yeah, I'm sure there's a big difference.

What're you doing home so early in the day?

Oh, I just thought I'd take the afternoon.

What're you doing?

I'm fixing the wall.

No, you're not.

Jesus, how many times do I have to say
it? The FBI is paying for the damage.

That's why I'm keeping all the
receipts. So you can bill them later.

But if I'm gonna live here, it has to be fixed.

Live here? When did we make that leap?

When we got engaged.

I mean, that makes more sense
than you moving into my place.

We should go.

Yeah, right.

And once I'm not paying rent, I
can help you out with the mortgage.

Here, I made a budget.

Did you name our kids too?

This is great.

You don't even have a job. You're making budgets?

Well, I'll get one. Don't you worry.

Peter can give you a job.

What?

Come on, you're always talking
about how lousy your salespeople are.

So many bad ideas coming at me all at once
it's hard to know which to reject first.

You know, actually, I could use a bilingual salesperson.

You want to come in tomorrow? We could talk about it.

Yeah, I guess.

What's the harm, right?

Well, for starters, you'd be wasting time at a dead-end
job when you should be looking for a new career.

And also I'd like to think the man I'm engaged to isn't
pushy, sleazy, or obnoxious enough to be a car salesman.

I could learn.

That's the spirit.

Hey, uh, thanks. I really appreciate
the sweeping character assassination.

And as for it being a dead-end
job, Raphael, when I first got sober,

the only employment I could find was as
a junior salesman at a Ford dealership.

I knew nothing about sales, even less about cars.

Within a year I was running the
place, and now I own five dealerships.

Mary, there's nothing wrong with making some money
while I figure out what to do with the rest of my life.

Fine, do what you want. Just leave the damn wall alone.

So tomorrow around 9:00?

I'll be there.

Well, at least someone's getting
something out of his car business.

What does that mean?
Nothing.

I love public transportation.

You never know when the bus is going
to arrive, where it's gonna end up...

So you want me to give you a car.

Even though you're already getting all
this. And what am I getting in return?That?

Not tonight, you're not.

How 'bout a blue convertible?

Thanks, but I don't really want a car.
Why?

Well... apparently I've lost my mind, but all of a sudden
the idea of you getting me a car seems really wrong.

How 'bout you fix the wall and I get Brandi a car?

My people don't spackle.

I'm sorry, Joe, I tried.

It's just the security detail would require six Philly
inspectors, three suvs, air ops flight assistance.

So maybe I... I'll fly up there myself.

Well, you can't.

Returning to the danger area without Witsec
authorization is a major violation, and if you do...

Okay, I get it.

Thanks for trying.

I can still arrange a phone call.

I don't know.

Let me think about it.

You look like you just got asked to the prom.

Yesterday, after you left, I started thinking.

Slow Joe's from Philly.

He's in his 70s, meaning that he
was in his prime during the 1970s,

and witness protection was almost
entirely about the mob back then.

So I did a little research, made a few calls.

Presto change-O.

I found out who one of your people is.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I just wish Mary was here to see this.
Keep your voice down.

Look, usually I have to wait till one of
your people kills someone to get the 411.

Okay, this time I figured it out by myself.

I'm such a clever boy.

Hey, Marshall.

Yeah, Joe.

I think I'm gonna quit the program.

What? Joe, shh.

Yeah. Yeah, I quit. How ya doin'?

I'm Joe Tancredi.

Nice to meet you, Joe.

So how'd they finally get you? I mean, was it a single
indictment? Was it an ongoing investigation? What?

A little of both.

See, my brother got popped drivin' a semi
full of illegal cigarettes up to Newark.

He was just married, he had a six-month-old kid.

It wasn't hard to squeeze him, you know.

Joe, are you sure you wanna opt out?

Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, my brother calls me in the middle of the night and says
his truck broke down on the Jersey turnpike, what should he do?

I said, "walk away from it."

You know, "I'll pick you up at the next rest stop."

I knew the second I saw his face.

I knew before they grabbed
me. He was so damn scared.

You know, once you're out you're out.
The marshal service will sever all ties.

It's not like there's been a heavy
presence for the last 30 years or so.

Going to your son's funeral is that important to you.

You know, Marshall, after they got me on the interstate
trucking, they came down with a Rico indictment.

That meant they were going to put my wife and
kid out on the streets and take everything away.

That is what got me to roll.

And now, I... I just want to go back and see what... what...

What you got for your time?

Yeah, yeah. Something like that.

You know, it could still be dangerous.

Just because no present threats came up on
the computer doesn't mean there aren't any.

I'll go with you.

Taking a legendary mobster back home
to pay last respects to his son.

Come on.

How do you not sign up for that duty?

He opted out? Why? What'd you say
to him? What'd you say to him?

I told him we couldn't take him to his son's funeral.

Fine.

He wants to risk his life, not our problem anymore.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He's outta the program, we're off the hook, right?

Right.

Joe, on a completely unrelated note, I
have some vacation days I need to take,

and since things are slow right now... Marshall...

I'm just taking a friendly visit to the city of brotherly love.

On my dime, of course.

Will you be taking your badge and
gun on this friendly, little visit?

Thought I might.

It's such a hassle taking it out of the
holster and putting it in a drawer.

God help you if this comes back on the Marshal service.

God, I mean, how did you think I'd respond?

If you knew me at all, you wouldn't have jumped into
living together and combining our finances.

Making budgets and fixing the wall?

Jesus, Raph, the guy I buy my coffee from
coulda told you I'd react badly to that.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I just didn't wanna sit around and wait.

Maybe it's because I'm not working.

I'm anxious to move onto the next part of my life.

Right, and selling cars for Peter is moving on?

It's a temporary job so I can live while I figure things out.

Or maybe you want one more
person freelanding at your house.

Loading. And no, I don't.

You understand when people get married,
they usually live together, right?

Of course.

And I'm not like Brandi or Jinx.

You don't get to treat me like a five year old,

make all the rules, and expect me to
follow them just because you say so.

I know that.

Marriage is about compromise.

That means sometimes I get to be right,
even when you think I'm wrong.

And sometimes it's about important things.

Like where we live, or how we raise our
children, or what kind of job I have.

It has to be an equal partnership,
otherwise it doesn't work.

Do you agree?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I?

This was a big mistake. Let's get outta here.

Wait. Where you goin'?

Look, I must've been outta my mind
to think I could set foot in there.

Best case scenario, they don't know me.

More likely, they do and they probably
despise me for the rat I became, so I...

Hold on. You've come too far to back down now.

Look, most of the people who come into the
program live with the lies, and the distance,

and the unanswerable questions for the rest of their lives.

And you can tell just by looking at them
there's something missing, a void.

You know what I'm talking about, Joe.

This may be your last chance to fill in the
blanks, to be a complete person again.

You got a lotta nerve comin'back here, you rat bastard.

Oh, easy, easy.

Joe, it's me.

Louie?
Tanks. I can't believe it's really you.

I thought you were dead.

Last I heard, you went away
for... for eight years, right?

2 1/2, I got smart.

Flipped on phil and dio. I walked out, they did 15 each.

After you left it turned into a
roman circus. I... I moved to Boca.

Started my own appliance store.

I got a whole different life now.

So what're you doin' here?

What're ya, stunad?

How far our families go back, huh?

I'm here for your boy's wake.

Oh, thank you.
Come on, let's go see Michelle.

She's gonna lose her mind when you walk in.

Yeah, I bet.

Joe?

I can't believe you came.

H... h... hello.

It's all right, you don't know me.

I'm Michelle Tancredi. Your daughter-in-law.

This is Joseph. Our son. Your grandson.

J... Joseph? After you.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

He's your grandfather. You don't have to call him "sir."

How'd you know it was me?

Are you kidding?

Mike used to talk about you all the time.

You were his hero.

The guy who broke the back of the Philly mob.

You're the reason he went to law school,

became the toughest prosecutor in the whole city.

You hear that?

All this time I thought for sure he hated me.

My goodness, no.

In fact, about five weeks ago, after
he'd gone through all the treatment

and we knew he wasn't gonna make it,

out of the blue he said to me, "Michelle, you know,

if my dad's still alive and he hears about it, he'll come.

He won't miss my funeral."

And here you are. Just like he said.

Oh, no, no.

It's okay... come on, come on. It's okay.

Let's go to the sofa.

Here ya go, grandpa.
Thanks, Joseph.

You know, I feel like Rip Van Winkle.

Like I just woke up from a 38-year nap.

God, I missed so much.

Perhaps more like Odysseus returning from Troy.

20 years since the Trojan war.

Much has changed, but your breast rises and
falls anew with the air you call home.

You know what the hell he's talking about?

Nobody does.

Have a seat, Mrs. Tancredi.
Thanks so much.

You know, it's funny.

All these years I've been carrying
this picture in my head of Mikey

as my 11-year-old son,

you know, and then... and then I come here
and see pictures of him as a... a grown man.

I... I... I never thought of him that way, you know.

Joe, you would have been so proud of him.

He was such a good father, and a good husband,

and he never stopped being your son.

You know, every night at dinner he'd say the blessing.

And in all the years we were together,

not once did he forget to ask god to watch over you.

Isn't that somethin'?

My boy.

My little boy.

And he never believed those
stories about you being dead.

What stories?

Well, according to Mike, shortly after you disappeared,

this wise guy named Frank Bianchi started
bragging around town that he killed you.

Bianchi's no wise guy.

That Finnochio said he killed me?

Who's this guy?

A little, low-life wannabe gangster.

Used to follow us around tryin' to make his bones.

The story was he made you get down on
your knees, and you went out crying.

That's enough, Joseph.

And people believed this?

Some people, I guess. I heard it a couple times.

Mike swore he was gonna find something on Bianchi to put him

behind bars before he died.

Guess it's about the only promise he didn't keep.

Are you okay?

I've seen a lot of excitement for one day.

Here. Where's a bathroom?
Oh, it's over there.

All right, the actors have their new pages and, uh, we're ready to go.

Just a couple small changes. It'll be fine. Trust me.

All right, everybody, let's get ready to roll.

I wanna thank you for what you said yesterday.

I don't know which of the many things

I said yesterday you're grateful for, but you're welcome.

You said that it was sad that I was okay making crap.

And you were right.

I'm not gonna do that anymore.

I'm not just gonna turn out
garbage to please my masters.

Good for you.

When they start calling you difficult, I'll buy you a beer.

It's a deal.

All right, everybody, let's roll.

And... action.

What's goin' on, Jen?
Nothing.

Reggie, nothing. Everything's fine.

Come on.

I can see there's something on your mind.

I don't wanna talk about it right now.

Oh, I see. Personal problems.

It's just the strain of lying to Jason
about what I do here at Witsec.

Leaving out the details of my life.

I know it's hard not to share at least some of

what you're going through with your loved ones.

But there are ways to relieve stress.

Exercise, for one.

I think going to the gym and spending more time away from

him would only make things worse.

I struggle with time management too,
but there are lots of exercises

you can do right at your desk that'll
have you feeling better in no time.

There are?

Sure. Squats, lunges, calf raises.

There's even a stretching routine designed for people

whose jobs are particularly stressful.

How ya feelin', Jen?

Much better, Reggie. Thank you. Thank you so much.

And cut. Great. Moving on.

Is that your version of no more garbage,

or you're just having a little laugh at my expense?

I thought you were just a corporate sellout hack.

Turns out you're an asshole to boot.

Hey, Joe, you in there?

Come on, open up.

Joe in there with you?

What's wrong with you?

He went to the bathroom like 20 minutes ago.

Okay, well, he wasn't in there with me.

How long were you in there?

I don't know, a while. I ate something called scun... scungilli.

Why? What's wrong?

Hey, Eleanor, I need you to run
an Ncic check on a Frank Bianchi.

Let's see... the petty criminal from Philadelphia
now will you put the gun down?

I'm sorry, Joe, I have to arrest you.

I don't have a choice, here.

You could arrest him.

The government's justice system
doesn't work quite the same way

as your own personal code of justice.

Bragging about killing someone you
didn't kill isn't actually a crime.

But killing two kids is.

He killed two people?

Yeah.

Finally got a chance to make his bones.

He got so scared he went out and got drunk,

went into the wrong house, and knocked offt wo college kids.

You're just volunteering this now, 38 years after the fact.

Well, one of the things we figured out back

when the witness protection thing started
was if you give up everything

you know right away, you got
nothing to bargain with later on.

I'll call the U.S. attorney's office.

Come on. Time to watch the video.

I'll pass, thanks.

It wasn't a request, inspector. Let's go.

All right, so this is a little rough.

Some final editing needs to be done.

But I just wanted to show you before we leave
town what the final product will look like.

Appreciate it, thank you.

Appreciate you leaving town, anyway.

All law enforcement jobs are demanding and stressful.

This video will addresssome of the unique challenges faced by witsec inspectorsas

they navigate the professional and personal
waters of Witness protection.

What's going on, Jen?

N... nothing... Reggie.

Come on.

I can see something's on your mind.

Everything's fine, Reggie.

At least here at work.

But when I go home, I don't know
how to handle things with Jason.

You mean when he asks about your day?

My husband can see that I'm lying, and if I tell him

I don't wanna talk about it,
it only makes things worse.

You're not alone.

One way or another, all Witsec
inspectors face the same issues.

We all wrestle with how much to tell the people in our lives.

So what do you do about it?

Just like you. I struggle.

"Frank Bianchi, 78, of Manayunk,
was arrested and charged

in the 38-year-old unsolved homicide of college
students Nancy Rosen and Ron Stevens."

Grandpa, check this out.

It's all your old family pictures.

You mean Mikey kept all this stuff?

Holy cow.

Look at this. Look, look.

It's hard to believe I was ever that good-lookin', right?

I remember this day. I actually remember this day.

Can't believe that's the same guy that
was pushin' a mop around the bar.

It's not. That's the guy who used to
push people around Philadelphia.

So who's this?

That's my mother.

Oh, she's gorgeous.

Well, she wasn't that good-lookin', believe me.

Hey, Jen. Feelin' better?
Yes. Much better.

I had a long talk with Jason.

Told him there are certain things about
my job I just can't tell him about.

How'd he react to that?

He was happy that I'm aware of what he's going through.

And hopefully he understands it's just as hard on
you keeping all these secrets as it is on him.

It is hard.

If you experience problems similar to those shown in this video,

talk to your chief or department counselor.

And know that you are not alone.

Thanks.

Very nice work, gentlemen.

Now I have to call Washington and explain why
they're not getting the video they approved.

You've become very difficult.

I don't get it. What'd you do, reshoot everything?

No, just a few things.

The rest was little word changes and very clever editing

to turn it into the masterpiece you'd approve of.

Well, you could've told me what you were doing.

Actually, I tried, but you wouldn't listen.

Doesn't sound like me.

I'm glad you like it.

I didn't say I liked it.

It was better. I still have a lot of notes.

Well, you should e-mail them to tom.

That really was me.

Yeah, Joe, it really was.

You ready?

Whenever you are.

Hey, Joe, we're gonna head out.

Yeah?

I... you have to?

Yeah, we have to get back.

Look, uh... I mean, uh... I'm... I'm not very good at... at...
Yeah, we know.

Thank you.

Thanks.

No problem.

Take care of yourself, Joe.

I'll send your stuff when we get back to Albuquerque.

Oh, don't bother.

There's nothing there I want.

Good luck, Joe.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Thank you.

I had his number, and there was nothing he could do.

It was like standing in the batter's box and
knowing what pitch was coming next.

Mary, are you listening?

Yeah, you sold a car and it felt like baseball.

I like the old uniform better.

I sold a car on my first day, and that's all you have to say?

Congratulations.

You convinced someone to throw away $40, 000
on a car they probably didn't need or even want.

Forget it, Raph, she's made up her mind to hate what you do.

Well, I don't even know what you do and I hate it.

So finally now we can both not
talk about what we do at work.

Suits me fine.

I couldn't decide... four-door coupe or ragtop.

You pick.

No, I told you not to do this.

I know, but... Ragtop!

Ragtop, ragtop!

Oh, my God.

It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Uh, technically it's a dealer demo, but you're
free to drive it as long as you want.

I'll tell you what I learned today.

This car has a lot of features.

"Fitures"?

So this is how you make friends?

Giving away jobs and cars?

Yes. How do you make friends?

I don't.

Don't suppose it occurred to you your
little bribes might be bad for them.

How could giving Raph a job and Brandi a
way to get around town be bad for them?

It just is. It's too easy.

The world doesn't work that way.

Why? Because you didn't make it happen?

What?

She's been living at your house
for free for how long now?

If you're not calling the shots, then
they're making bad decisions?

You wanna know what I decided just now?

I'm sorry, really.

I don't wanna fight with you. I actually like you quite a lot.

So where's my car?

Hey, if I thought you were serious, I'd be glad...

No. Don't you get why that's inappropriate?

No, I don't.

Mary, you have done so much for them for so long.

Bailed them out of so many jams.
Brandi's told me. It's kinda heroic.

But when's the last time you did
something for either of them just

because you knew it would make them
happy, or, God forbid, you happy?

I don't know, I guess I've been too busy
lately keeping my sister out of prison.

Well, Brandi and Jinx worship you.

But most of the time you act as if you don't like them.

I know.

Do you know that you act the same
way towards Raph sometimes too?

I'm sorry, I'm so used to talking to people about
their problems at meetings, I forget sometimes.

It's okay.

Can I just say one more thing?

Then... then I promise I'll shut up?

Only if you promise.

Maybe if you open up to Brandi, Jinx, Raph.

Just a little.

Let them know what you're going through, how you feel.

Maybe some of that anger and resentment
will find a way to get out.

Come on, let's go for a ride.

He's a really nice guy, don't you think?

I'm an inspector for the federal witness protection program.

That's why I never talk about my work.

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