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of the last eight years.

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♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- Whose birthday is it?
- Must be someone pretty popular.

- Ain't it?
- Huh.

♪ Happy birthday dear Maggie ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you

Thank you. This is perfect.

- How you doing?
- I'm fine.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- I can tell you're not fine.
- I'm totally fine.

- I can tell you're mad.
- Look.

You remembered that you forgot

my birthday this year.
That's great.

That-that can be my gift.

That's how far
we've lowered the bar?

Oh, the bar. Gosh.

That was on the ground
ten years ago,

and now there's really
just ground.

- I know. So--
- Mm-hmm.

A sweet old man with a metal

detector thought
he found treasure recently.

- But it was just the bar.
- The bar. Oh.

- Yeah.
- All right. I feel like--

Saying happy birthday to me?

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

Happy birthday to me.

Yeah, you can just put 'em
right over there. Thank you.

Ah! Hi.

I take it none of these gifts
are from your dad.

Oh, that's nothing new.

The most thoughtful gift he ever
got me was on my 18th birthday.

Um, it was a handful of loose
change he found in a cup holder.

- Well, did he wrap it?
- Yeah.

You seem pretty chill about
your birthday, so I guess

you're not interested
in a gift from me...

Ah, ah! You didn't have to.
You didn't have to.

- I had to. Go ahead.
- Oh.

Oh, my...

It's the nickname I gave you
when we played korfball.

Jiggly Boobs.

Starting to think
that's probably not

the most appropriate
workplace gift, but...

No, it's not. But this must have
taken you so long.

- Yeah, only six weeks.
- That's crazy.

I know. It's not a big deal.
I'm a big gift guy.

I mean, you should see
what I got Captain Torres

and Major Daniels
for their wedding.

For their wedding? Stop. I did
not even know they were dating.

They kept it secret for a while,
but then they went public

after he transferred
to Wiesbaden, so...

All the couples I know
in the army

start off secretly dating.
Yeah.

- Okay. Well, I'm gonna go.
- See you later, Jiggly Boobs.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

This is stupid.

Mm.

Tell me, is this
an American-sized portion,

or are you just upset
about your daughter?

I don't know. I've never felt
guilty about her before.

I don't know what's different
about it this time.

I guess
I love my daughter. Um...

I didn't mean that to sound
as bad as it sounded.

I enjoy watching you discover
basic human emotion.

It's like watching a dog
recite poetry.

I just can't shake it, you know?

Are you happy, Davidson? This is
why you sent me to Stroopsdorf?

Well, I don't think you can
blame this on Gerald.

- Did you say Gerald?
- No.

It doesn't say his first name
up here.

- You said Gerald.
- No, no, I said, uh...

General-d. Generald.

This, it's my accent. Duh.

No, your accent is weird
in a different way.

- No.
- He's a client.

Oh, my God!

He's a client at your brothel?

This is like a birthday gift
from me.

If he were,
I would never tell you.

I give my clients
the same confidentiality

as a physician with a patient!

- Ah, that's a yes. Oh, honey.
- It is most certainly nothing.

It's the yes-iest of yeses.

It is the no-iest of I do not
know what you're talking about.

All right, just give me
one little detail

of his freaky-deaky sex life.

My client's trust
means everything to me.

And if I mean anything to you,

you will just
drop this now. Okay?

Hey, I figured out
how to get us a transfer

- out of here.
- Transfer? But...

Davidson's
never gonna approve that.

Ho-ho. That's where you're
wrong.

I just found out that he

is a client at Katja's brothel.

- How about that?
- Ah, yeah.

He'd get a dishonorable
discharge for all those

dishonorable discharges.

- That?
- I just found it.

See, this is why you have to do
the open-mic nights again.

It may seem insane to consider

blackmailing
a direct superior officer,

but I've thought it through,
so hear me out.

- I'm in. Totally in.
- Oh.

With this much leverage,
we could request Dulmen.

That's 40 minutes across the
German border, and then Maggie

would be outside of my chain
and your chain of command,

which would be good for us.
Uh, meaning me and you.

Okay. All we need
is the proof now.

We're not gonna get any of that
from Katja

'cause she's like a steel vault,
which is why I decided

to bring in the best hacker
I know.

- What took you so long?
- I'm the hacker.

So you were just standing behind
that door the whole time?

Yeah, yeah.
Like a theatrical little...

- Dramatic, huh?
- All right, let's do it.

- High five. Listen, guys.
- Yeah. Let's do it.

I'll get Davidson to attend our
4th of July celebration,

and just like our forefathers,
we are gonna liberate ourselves

from tyranny,
in this case, his tyranny,

by stealing the old perv's
GPS data.

So let's go extort
a two-star general.

Okay, let's not even say that
out loud.

We don't need to do that.

Let's go extort
a two-star general.

- That's better. Good luck.
- That's better.

- Good.
- Go get it.

Blackmail! Okay, sorry.

- What is wrong with you?
- I don't know. I'm excited.

This is a no-phones
event. No exceptions.

All right, have your phones
out and ready.

Please put 'em
in the locked bag.

D'you think that maybe I could
look at a few photos of my mom

one last time?

You'll get it back
when you leave.

Oh, nice. Cool.

General.
Thank you for coming, sir.

It's a 4th of July party, and
you wanna discuss surrender?

I've been waiting for you to
leave since the day you arrived.

This is my kind of heaven.

Oh, sorry, general.
Uh, we will need your cell.

- It's a phone-free event.
- What if I have to hit the head?

Am I supposed to do it in
complete silence? Like a monk?

I am so sorry, general,
but it's mandatory

because the USO has booked us
a musical guest,

and he wants no phones
for video recording.

I'll give you a hint.
He goes by, uh, The Boss.

- Bruce?
- Shh!

Mn-mn.

Ah.

General, how would you like
to inaugurate our photo booth?

I would gladly commemorate
the day I got rid of you.

There you go.

Okay, general. There we go.

GPS data is now unlocked.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey, girl.

Uh, what you doing?

I refuse to serve swill
at this base

like we're ridding
a party boat at Lake Havasu.

So I'm pouring
expensive Belgian bottles

into these American cans.

Hey, so Shah and I were just
having a conversation,

and, uh, there was a vibe.

We were talking about
these officers who were

secretly dating, and, you know,
we were talking about them,

but we were really
talking about us.

I'm not surprised.

Ever since he got here, he's
been snorting your pheromones

like some finance bro
in a bathroom stall.

The question is, um,
are you interested?

I am.

- I am.
- Mm-hmm.

But it's complicated, so...

- Can I simplify for you?
- Yeah. Yes.

So he is your boss.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- He's going through a divorce.

He has a complicated
relationship with your dad.

You have a complicated
relationship with your dad.

And if this doesn't work out,

it's gonna flip your world
upside down,

and I'm a part of your world,
Maggie.

Please think of me.

- Oh, that stinks.
- It's just the situation.

No, I accidentally drank
one of the real domestic beers.

- How we doing?
- Uh--

We getting some crazy, perverse

stuff off Davidson's phone?

The dude's phone
is completely clean.

- What're you talking about?
- Only thing I can find

is his Wordle score,
and he's a beast, man.

He wins so many in two.

There's no GPS data
or, you know...

No, there's not, because every
time he gets near that brothel,

he turns his phone off,
so he's like a ghost.

He's like a really horny ghost
who, I can't stress this enough,

happens to be a complete,
absolute MJ at Wordle.

At least I don't have to do that
with the colonel.

Abe. Abe!

- Hi!
- Hey, Celeste!

- Hey!
- What are you doing here?

I was at a PAO's
training seminar in Ansbach,

and I figured I'd stop by.

- It's only three hours.
- Right.

And we're still
technically married.

Um, I just really wanted
to see your face.

Thoughts? Considering I'm being
super vulnerable right now.

This is, uh...
It's a lot to process.

But, um, well,
it's good to see you.

There's just nothing
on the phone that will help us.

There's gotta be something
we can do. Hey, soldier.

Get your head in the game.
All right?

I am the greatest military mind
of my generation.

- Really?
- Yes!

I don't walk away
from anything, okay?

Except explosions.
In slow motion.

How's, um, Terrence?

He's probably great.
Uh, we broke up.

Which is part of the reason
I'm here.

I'm looking for a new start
and up for transfer,

so I was thinking
maybe Stroopsdorf?

- So this Stroopsdorf?
- No, Stroopsdorf, New Jersey.

- Yes, this Stroopsdorf.
- We have a very special guest.

Give it up
for Bruce Springsteen's

cover band.

What?

Thank you so much.
But I need to correct this.

Jan and the Springstreets
are not a cover band.

We can perform free
from the shackles

of litigious
American corporations.

Our first song is called

Conceived In The Continental
United States.

I gave away my phone for this?

I'd love to be closer
to Gabriel,

but what would that mean for us?

I think it could mean
a lot of things.

I just don't think this music is

the best soundtrack
to discuss it.

I've just been
thinking about you and us a lot.

Okay, we should talk more,
but I gotta run.

Here's what we're gonna do.
You're the tech whiz.

You're gonna make me a bug
with a camera and a microphone,

the whole nine yards, and you're
gonna make it fast, soldier.

Otherwise I'm gonna send you
back to whatever crappy

mid-sized American city
crapped you out.

- Cedar Rapids.
- So you know the stakes, right?

- Sir. We got a problem.
- Yes?

Mm! Your girlfriend
made a surprise visit.

If Davidson sees her,
he's gonna know something's up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, I got it, I got it.

- Go.
- Hey, honey!

- Hi! Hi!
- Surprise!

How are you? Heh-heh.
What are you doing here?

Well, I just wanted
to experience

my first
4th of July celebration.

- Yes.
- Boo!

- Please don't do that.
- That's an order!

- Boo!
- That's horrible of you!

So you sit here, yeah. So let me
get you a-a flag and a beer.

- Oh, American?
- Yes.

- Uh, just a flag.
- Okay, honey.

Oh. Hi.

- Oh, hi.
- Are you okay?

Oh, just crying
in the stall over a boy,

like the world's worst cliche.

Uh, you wanna talk about it,
bathroom stranger?

Uh, I just waited too long.

I waited, I waited
for everything to be right.

Has that ever happened to you,
just wait too long?

I might be doing that right now, actually.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Don't do it!
- Yeah.

Learn from my mistakes.

- And I'm gonna go find him.
- Yeah! You go!

- You go right now!
- Okay, thank you!

- You got this!
- Yes! Get your man, girl.

- You seem great.
- Yeah. I am...

I am cute and I am fun.

Wow, this is enlightening,
toilet lady!

- Please don't call me that.
- Ooh. Yeah, sorry.

General.

So, you ready to talk surrender?

- Yes, I am. Your surrender.
- Good. Ah.

Yes. See over there?

That's my girlfriend Katja.

As in, caught-ja. Get it?

- If you'll excuse me.
- Ah.

- She owns a brothel in town.
- Ahem.

I would never jeopardize
my career by stepping inside.

- Would you?
- No.

No, I'm not...

one to, um...

hide things. Nice try.

Hm.

- Abe.
- Yeah, uh, hey!

- Hi, um...
- Are you good? You...

Have you been running
or something?

Oh, I just, uh...
Meat sweats. That's it.

- Okay. Uh...
- Yeah.

Can I talk to you about
something?

- Maybe in private.
- Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Why don't we go
to the photo booth?

- Right over here.
- Okay.

Right.

Uh, something's wrong.

- Okay. You can tell?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you know, you really need
oversized sunglasses.

- Yeah.
- I do need these.

Oh, there you go.

- Now all is right in the world.
- Yeah!

Ah, you know what?
There's something in your hair.

It's the lack
of a tiny little hat.

Yes, it was the lack
of a tiny little hat.

- Yeah, cowboy.
- Get in the frame.

Ah, I am in it now.

- Mm...
- Um, Abe.

I wanted to say something,
which...

- I will actually take these off.
- Why?

It's not that serious. It's,
it's cool and casual and fun.

I think there's a lot of stuff

that goes unsaid
between you and me.

- And I--
- Maggie.

Before you go...

Celeste wants to come here
to Stroopsdorf.

What?

Yeah, okay, she thought that
maybe we could try being

a family one more time,
and for so long

that's what I thought
I wanted, but...

No, no buts, no buts about it.

That is what you should do.

You don't think
that's, like, crazy?

I think it would be crazy
if you didn't bring her here.

Okay, everybody, thank...

Uh, I, um...

I wanna go check on something.

- Mm-hmm.
- Sorry. One sec.

Whoo! Let's take a look at that.

It looks like you did a fart,
and that fart destroyed her.

- Can I keep it?
- No.

Gerry, it's so lovely
to see you.

No, no, no,
don't play innocent with me.

You assured me that my visits

to the brothel
were confidential.

I would never violate
your trust, Gerry.

She's telling the truth.

She's not blackmailing you.
I am.

This is the one
you were supposed to find.

And this, this is the real bug.

I knew you'd confront Katja
and let your guard down.

All I had to do
was hide my microphone

behind the red, white and blue.

So it seems like the chickens
have come home to roost, yeah?

And I got you by the eggs.

Unless you wanna grant me
a transfer.

You used me as a pawn
in your game?

A pawn can bring down a king.
And he's not gonna say anything.

It's mutually-assured
destruction.

The only thing that's been
destroyed is my trust in you.

I told you not to cross
the line, but you did.

I see now
I gave you too much credit.

- You are incapable of change.
- That's unfair.

I hope you get your transfer,
and I hope you get as far away

from your daughter as possible,

so you don't break her heart
like you have mine.

This is goodbye, Colonel Quinn.

Okay, that's a little...

This is a perfectly good bug.

Hey, Papadakis, cut out all that
stuff with me and Katja

and just keep
all the really cool stuff

I said to the general, okay?

You win.

You have your transfer,
anywhere you want.

I'll make it happen.

General, wait.

You want scotch?

Mm, sure.

Been a while
since we've done this.

Let me ask you something.

Why'd you send me here?

I wanted you to retire.

I mean, back when we were,
well, not friends, but not this,

you told me
over a glass of scotch

that every time you got close
to someone, you ran away.

So, what, you thought
I was gonna just...

leave the service,
run away from my daughter?

I-isn't that
what you're doing now?

Anyway, just, uh, let me know
where you wanna go,

and I'll send you there.

Oh, and, um, for the record,

I don't actually pay the women
for sex.

Just for sitting on... cake,

on balloons, glass tables.
It's not even really sexual.

- Well, not at first.
- You don't have to explain it.

Uh, well, you know, no.
I don't have anyone to tell.

And it really feels good
to, uh, to share.

It started
back at my tenth birthday.

My mom's friend Dolores came,

and, oh, my God,
she had a body for sitting on.

S-s-sumptuous.

Okay, everybody, it's time to
move outside for the fireworks!

And whoever is the owner
of the black Mercedes-AMG

parked outside,
I'll be by the beech tree.

Okay, everybody, Jan and
the Springstreets will continue

after the fireworks.
Go out, see the lights.

Hey.

Not now, colonel. Ahem.

The fireworks
are about to start.

Don't you wanna be
out there for 'em?

I'm good. Leave me alone.

- You all right?
- Dad.

What's wrong? Um...

- Anything I can help you with?
- No.

I don't get the dad who helps.

I get the dad
who makes everything worse.

Okay, well...

maybe I don't wanna be
that dad anymore.

You can stay if you don't say
anything or do anything.

We both know I can be that dad.

I do love fireworks.

Who do you think put the first
Roman candle in your hand?

Six was way too young for that,
by the way.

You have all your fingers.

I know
that Katja broke up with you.

How do you know that?

Mom texted me.

How does mom know?

Katja's on her way to the Quinn
family ex-wife vacation.

You gotta be kidding me. Great.
So now there's four of them.

It's like I'm starting
a basketball team

of brilliant women who hate
my guts. The team's complete.

Abe's ex told me she wants
to transfer to Stroopsdorf.

And she hates my guts already.

But she's just gonna

make my life living hell.

There's some things
you could do about it.

You could deny her
on-base housing,

make her a roping instructor,
force them into long-distance,

put her in charge
of cheese coagulation,

make her smell like rancid milk.

That's... too much.

Yeah, it is 'cause she doesn't
need to be in charge.

She'd smell like rancid milk
a lot longer

if she had to start at
the bottom and work her way up,

'cause then we-we got her
in there, like, for at least

a year, maybe a year and a half, right?

Right.

They'd be calling her Stinky
by then.

Yeah, well, I never thought
I would say this, but...

I am really glad
that you're here, dad.

I'm not going anywhere.

♪ I'm a Bruce Springsteen
sweaty hero man ♪

♪ But America
just doesn't understand ♪

♪ That I sing
about your working class ♪

♪ In a gravelly rasp
but in reality ♪

♪ I'm a billionaire
under the globalist command ♪

♪ Conceived in the continental
United States ♪

♪ I was conceived in
the continental United States ♪

♪ Conceived in the continental
United States ♪

♪ I was conceived in
the continental United States ♪

♪ Yeah

It's going so well!