All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e02 Four Marshals and a Baby

Previously
on In Plain Sight...

So we've got a lot
going on here--

Your decision
to change your mind

about the adoption
and raise your child

as a single mother.

I'm Carlos.

Alpacas are kind of cute.

Your loved ones hurt you
when you were a child.

It made you fear
getting close to anyone

because they may hurt you too.

- Albuquerque P.D.
- U.S. Marshals. And you are?

- Kristi.
- Nice ink.

This tattoo, 1-8,

it's a well-known code
in her circles

for Adolf Hitler.

I'm leaving in the morning.

Brandi does
what Brandi does,

and you just go running?

My baby needs me.

My baby needs you.

She has her mother, Mary.

What am I supposed to do
about work?

Customer is beatin' me harder
than a rented mule, Bonnie.

I'm still gonna see you
tomorrow at Mom's.

Yeah, we're gonna plan
Jimmy Jr.'s party.

Of course.

Now, I know
I missed your chili,

but I'm tellin' you, sis,

every order has got to be there
five minutes ago.

Bye, sis. Love you.

Hey, count it up.

Yo, we ain't got all night.

Told you it's there.

You want me to bring
this cut-up crap to Jensen?

You're not going
back to Jensen.

The hell I'm not.

I'll get you, bitch!

Psychologists say
children believe in magic

because their brains
can't grasp the limits

of natural law.

As a kid, I tried to bend spoons
with my mind

If I couldn't think
a spoon into a knot,

how could I will my mother
to put down the vodka

long enough to cook dinner,

or wish my father
into coming home to eat it?

My home, my family,
my sister...

I've given up everything.

I just don't see why
I can't hang on to my business.

If I got a new name,
who would know?

Beth, one conspicuous
Beanie Baby on eBay,

and the Ruval cartel
will do to you

what I did to my sister's
Hot Stuff Skipper Barbie

Spring of '86.

Wasn't pretty.

Okay, so I'm supposed to
just junk

$300,000 worth
of vintage merchandise?

That dog won't hunt.

That dog won't hunt.

300 grand for dolls?

Doll collecting is
a $500-million-a-year business.

$500 million?
Jesus.

It's not just the money.

When my husband left me,

I had to sell everything
and anything,

including the one thing
I swore I wouldn't--

a mint-condition
Shirley Temple doll

my grandmother gave me.

Whew. Valuable.

Please don't know that.
$500 million?

A year.

Let's begin.

Beginning again.

Some witnesses embrace it--
the chance to start fresh,

to leave whatever baggage
behind.

For others, though,

change means a dizzying
loss of control.

They cling to their baggage
like a flotation device.

One evening, Harold
decided to go for a walk

in the moonlight.

There wasn't any moon,
and Harold needed a moon

for a walk
in the moonlight.

But he set off,
taking his big...

Purple crayon...

All right, I'm sorry, bug,
but...

Anyway, he made his bed.

He got the purple crayon,
dropped it on the floor.

Good?

Good.

Stanley... feel the music.

The tango is dark,
from the streets.

It's a form of seduction

that was banned for
a time in Argentina.

Show me why.

Now attack like a jaguar.

Oh!

You were like a house
on fire.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

It's all you, Lia.

You're a fantastic teacher.
You really are.

Maybe, uh, down the road,

I'll score a perfect 10
like you and your husband here.

Oh, Delindo?

No, he's married...

To a wonderful fireman
from Cebu.

Oh, well.

I was just aware
of your ring, so...

Oh.

This? It's sort of
like a red light.

The tango's such
a deeply passionate dance.

Some men confuse it
with, uh...

Something more.

Well...

Fantastic work.
You completed 30 lessons.

- Oh, great.
- Let me get your certificate.

Oh, of course.

Uh...

Listen, Lia.

This might sound strange,
and, uh...

Um, well, I was--

Oh, thank you.

Uh, I was thinking
maybe we could--

we could, uh--

we could do
five more lessons.

You ready to see
Daddy today?

Yeah, Mommy's ready
for you to see Daddy today.

Yes, I am.
Good girl.

Good girl.

I know.

What--w-what's up?

Whoa, whoa.
You're going to Vegas?

Mark, you're killing me.
I'm halfway out the door.

Yeah, I know
all about closing a deal.

You said you had Norah
covered today.

That's a deal
I thought I closed.

You're right,
and I'm not mad at you.

I'm mad at jinx.

But it's just easier
to take it out on you.

Okay.

Yeah, it's fine.

I'll see you
in a few days.

Bye.

Hey.

That, uh,
spring in your step--

you get that installed
professionally,

or was it
a do-it-yourself thing?

It's, uh,
Papua New Guinea Supremo.

- Delicious.
- Oh.

Have a cup.

- Let me help.
- Got it.

I got it. It's good.

Oh, "wook"
at the "wittle" sweetie!

My God, I just got in.

I'm already up to here
with the coochie-coos.

Look, I got a stack
of field reports,

a witness on her way up,

and I'm so tired,
I just sat down in the elevator.

All I'm asking for
is one quiet day.

- Mary--
- Stan, I know. I know, I know.

Look, I promise this is
a one-time thing, okay?

Mark had to work.
I couldn't find a sitter.

And honestly,
how much trouble can she be?

- She's a baby.
- No. No babies allowed.

But I don't see any babies.

All I see
is a little cutie-pie

with my haircut.

Yes, I do.
Yes, I do.

Whoa, what's going on?

Did Stan just make
his own bald joke?

Self-deprecating humor,
dancing...

Ah, the "thwing"
of Cupid's arrow.

Yeah, tipped in the aroma
of Paco Rabanne.

It's an aggressive cologne.
It's making my eyes water.

- It's a big smell.
- Mm.

Think Assistant Associate
Director Campbell

just stepped on
your one quiet day.

Oh, God, you'd think

on a day like this,
the big guy could spare me

Almanza's number two,

aka the seventh sign
of the Apocalypse.

She is indeed
a harbinger of dark days.

Assistant A.D. Campbell,
what a pleasant surprise.

I thought I was seeing you
later today.

Don't tell me you're bailing
on the Marshals' luncheon.

Oh, the luncheon
will be so busy.

I just wanted
some Stan time.

Plus, just between us,

this administration's
all about

boots-on-the-ground leadership,

and that is straight
out of the Oval Office.

And the first POTUS
name-drop.

Shall we chat
in your office?

Oh, well,
we could go to yours,

but D.C.'s a bit
of a hike.

Come on in.

Hey, I didn't order this.

Where the hell's that
UPS Guy?

- Inspector Shannon.
- Boss.

It's hard, isn't it, working
full-time, being a mother?

Yeah.

- Juggle a lot?
- You think?

Juggle better.

I hate her.

Mommy hates her. Yes, I do.
And you hate her too.

- Really?
- Hey, listen...

I got a witness on her way.
Do me a favor.

Give me that sweet pea.

Back off, Mary Poppins.

Witness plus Norah
is a no-no, Mary.

Between my six nieces
and nephews

and helping out at the church
day care, I can handle her.

Fine... five minutes.

- Hey.
- Mary?

- Oh, Beth.
- Mary!

- Sit down. What's up?
- I didn't know what to do.

I just needed to see you.

My landlord's evicting me.

Evicting-- why, Beth?
Are you paying your rent?

Of course! He said I could
have pets, so I got a rabbit.

Now he's trying
to kick me out.

Well, a rabbit, Beth--
look, forgive me,

but this doesn't sound
like a WITSEC issue.

Mary, he's filming me,

threatening to put it
on YouTube.

Now it sounds like
a WITSEC issue.

What do you mean
he's filming you?

Why is he filming you?

Hang on, hang on.

Yeah, this is Mary.

Yeah, hang on.

Beth, I'll be with you
in a sec.

Would you put her
in a conference room?

What? Yeah, sure.
No problem.

I love doing
other people's job.

Washington office chooses today
to move up

Mayfield's testimony.

Now I got to play travel agent
and set up

a security detail
to get him there asap.

Please, I will pay you
to deal with Beth.

Wish I could. I have to go sit
with a potential witness.

Remember Kristi Owens,
the Neo-Nazi?

Oh, wish I could forget.

What?

Mary, can you hear me?
It's Carlos.

Carlos, how the hell are you?
How are the llamas?

They're alpacas, Mary.

Mary, you said to call
if I ever needed--

Listen, Carlos,
it's hard to hear you.

- I'll call you right back.
- Carlos.

This is Mary.

Christ, does everyone in D.C.
spend this much time

on the phone?

It's like tenth grade
at an all-girls school.

Word around the Beltway is
Associate Director Almanza

is getting pushed out.

And you want me
to endorse you.

I'm next in line.

I try to steer clear
of politics.

Hate to break it
to you, Stan,

but politics can't steer clear
of you--not any more.

You see, you're about
to be blindsided

at the luncheon today,

and I have come to you
as a friend.

Once I'm tapped
as head of WITSEC,

I can be
an even better friend.

My friends know
I don't make deals.

All right, I'm gonna give you
the first trade free.

Almanza's shutting down
ABQ WITSEC.

- What?
- You heard me.

This office
is shutting its doors.

So, want to be friends?

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.

Sync & corrections by Alice
www.addic7ed.com

If Almanza thinks
half the marshals can handle

twice the witnesses, he's
a bigger putz than I thought.

Consolidation is D.C.'s
silver bullet.

Almanza thinks he's gonna be
able to save his job

by folding Albuquerque
into Denver.

Yeah, and what's your pitch?

I'd keep the offices open,
trim the fat,

make it efficient.

Believe it or not, Stan,
I'm on your side.

You're on
your own side, Susan.

I've seen The Godfather,
like, 200 times.

I help out the Don,
then get whacked in a rowboat.

Oh.

Come on, Fredo,
have a little faith.

I'll hold up my end.

You're the top
field office chief.

It would mean a lot to me
if I knew

I had your endorsement.

Am I crazy,
or do you smell expensive?

Hey, Beth.

First of all, you did
the right thing, coming to me.

I've got a systems admin
scouring the web for video now.

But walk me through this.

How'd you get
to this point?

A vengeful little bastard
is how.

That hound dog eyeballs me
every time his wife blinks.

Told him
to take a hike, voila.

I see.
All right.

Well, let me have a chat
with him.

I'm fluent in hound dog.

I've got a whole cell block
of "sistas"

who want to put
a shank in me.

I don't like those odds.

So give solitary a shot.

They want to take me out,
they'll find a way.

I need help.

I need a deal.

And I got something to trade.

You're charged as an accessory
in the murder

of a grand juror, Kristi.

That's not my call.
It's federal.

I can bring in the FBI,

but whatever you've got
up your sleeve better be legit,

and it better be big.

The brotherhood's gonna take
out Councilman Williams.

Keyshawn Williams?
Really?

Why should I believe you?

'Cause if you don't,

the councilman's blood
is on your hands.

I'll be right back.

Could be a real hit.

Brotherhood's had a hard-on
for councilman Williams

since he took office.

We'll see about moving her

to the nearest federal prison
with a WITSEC unit.

I doubt she'll win
any popularity contests,

but she'll be safe
till she testifies

and, one hopes, after.

Yeah, I hope so.

- So what do you think?
- Hard to say.

But thanks
for the heads-up, Chaffee.

Anytime, Marshal Mann.
Hey, one more thing--

keep your coat
in the closet.

- Oscar's a shedder.
- Talk later, Detective?

I'd put money on it,
inspector.

I'll take a hacksaw
to the budget.

Let's just keep the "office
closing" talk between us, hmm?

The last thing I need is
my people in a full-blown panic.

Of course not.

And on your end...

Lose the funeral face.

Always a delight, Susan.

Hope we get to see each other
again soon.

Oh.

Dessert soon enough?

The body language,
the smiling--

I'm telling you,
Stan's love connection

- just walked out that door.
- I'm not sold.

She's too...

Something for Stan.

It's not tall.
I know you were thinking tall.

We're all thinking tall.
But it's not tall.

- Anyway, what do you got?
- I.T. for Ms. Webb.

So far, they found nothing.

No Webb on the web.

They'll keep monitoring, sound
the alarm if anything dings.

Oh, good. D.C. again.

Hi, I've missed you.

Yes, yes,
I am coordinating a team

to get Mayfield to Reagan.

I'm just checking on times.
Shh.

Shh, suck my finger, baby.

Yeah, you.

I want you to suck my finger.
Just hold on. Okay.

Mayfield trial prep?

Jealous? Oh, my God,
where is it, you guys?

- Oh, thank Christ.
- Hand her over.

- Stan. I got it.
- Come on.

That's an order.
Give me the baby.

- All right.
- Come here, come here.

It's okay.

Guess whose lucky day it is.

And don't say mine,
'cause you'd be way off.

I've got an air ops transport
that puts Mayfield

wheels down by 3:00
with plenty of time for prep

and ready for the stand--
you happy?

Oh, my God.

- You're the baby whisperer.
- Oh, yeah.

Four years as Santa
at the American legion,

you learn you got to show kids
who's boss.

- Makes 'em feel secure.
- Really?

Beard, black boots,
bowl full of jelly--who knew?

There's a lot
you don't know about me.

Hey, Norah, Uncle Stan
would kill for an aspirin.

You want to ride shotgun?

You understand you'll still
have to serve your time

in a WITSEC prison unit.

But, Kristi, you need to keep
a low profile to stay safe.

Even in a WITSEC wing,
we can't protect you

from who you're projecting
yourself to be.

Look, my dad
used to smack me around,

sometimes worse.

And when he ran off,
the brotherhood took me in.

They taught me to be strong.

Did you ever stop
to question

what the brotherhood
was feeding you?

Sometimes.

I wondered, you know,

about the cause.

You ever heard
of the Eve hypothesis?

It says we're all descended
from one African female.

That's right, Kristi.

We're both black.

If you were my witness
out in the world,

I could protect you,

work with you,
help you reinvent yourself.

But you're going in
on your own.

The only way you stay alive
is to make some changes

internally.

- Go for Mary.
- Mary.

Ah, Carlos, good.
What's going on?

It could be nothing,

but my vision's been
unclear lately.

Carlos, what are you
talking about?

W-what vision?

What's that music?
Where are you?

Oh, I'm in town--
Del Mar Plaza.

I'm not really sure
what I saw,

but you always said
better safe than sorry.

Yeah, safe is definitely
better than sorry.

Carlos, just sit tight, okay?
I'm coming to you.

You can annoy me
for old times' sake.

Delia, grab me
the transfer form.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

She your house slave?

Kristi, sign the form.

No, no, I got this.

You don't have to sign
a thing.

You can rant,
spew your hate,

take a swing at me,
for all I care.

I'd like that, actually.

I'd like to see
this entire office

pin your cheek
to the cold, hard floor,

and before you can get up
from under my shoe,

your deal's blown,
and you're locked up

where no one can protect
your sorry ass.

So, please, miss Owens,

I'm begging you.

Don't sign.

Hey, Stan, Carlos Ramirez

just crawled out
of his sweat lodge,

said something about a vision.

I don't know if he meant
his vision or a vision.

You know, he's a little bit--
I think I'd feel better

if I just went down
and checked it out.

- That's fine. Fine.
- Sure?

Yeah,
we're having fun, right?

Fair warning--half hour,
and this one turns Cujo.

- I can get your llama guy.
- It's an alpaca guy.

And I can't believe
that's wasting brain space.

Are you kidding me?

Mary Shannon.
Beth?

No, he cannot chase you
with a camera.

That's the opposite of legal.

Just--just stay inside.
Someone's coming to you.

Hey, you want a case?
Go deal with the doll lady

and her wannabe
Scorsese landlord.

- Done.
- You sure you're good?

Yeah, I'm good with Cujo.
I got my rabies shots. Go.

I'll check in later.

I don't know.
I'm still looking.

I swear to God, it's like
"Donde esta Waldo" down here.

Hey--hey, listen.

If she drops her pacifier,
there's two backups

in the diaper bag, okay?

Yeah.
Stan, I got to go.

Hey.

Hey.

- Mary.
- Carlos.

It's been far too many days,
you know?

I've thought about you.

Super.
Listen, what's going on?

What--what--
what are you doing here?

These street kids came out
to the ranch last month,

you know,
part of a community program.

Mary, you should've seen
the energy

between the kids
and my animals.

The connections
that they made,

in here.

Their spirits...

Just opened up.

It was beautiful.

- This is why I'm here?
- No. Well, yes.

I knew I had to bring
my animals to the children.

But that's not
what I called you about.

- Okay.
- I think I saw a Diablo king.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

And you start with the kids
and the petting zoo?

Hey, these guys have
long memories

and hollow-point bullets.

You lead with Diablo kings.

- Come on, we got to move.
- No, not without--

I'm not going
without my alpacas.

Hey, I will grill up
those bastards

and slap 'em on a bun
if you don't--

Oh, gross.

Man.

Ugh.

Working lunch?
Take a break.

I thought you were
the baby whisperer.

I'm pulling rank.

"Rank" being
the operative word.

Okay, Norah,
you're in good hands--

more importantly,
not mine.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Popped home to walk Oscar.

Guess who's got a taste
for cross-trainers.

Oh, I need those

to, you know, chase after
ill-behaving canines.

Yeah. Any breaking news
on Kristi Owens?

I can neither confirm
nor deny.

Hey, is that crying?

Yep, I'm on diaper duty.

Oh, what I would do
for a picture of that.

Wish I could help out.

I got this.
I'm on it.

Babysitting
paid for space camp.

Anyway, I really got to go.

Keep the shoes hidden.

Thanks.

Hey, hey, hey.
Look, look.

Disposable.
Child's play.

Yeah.

Hey, Lia, Stan.
How you doing?

Listen, I'm so sorry
for the late notice,

but I'm gonna have to miss
my lesson.

My day's been so busy.
It's leaking into night here.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
find your partners.

Take your positions.

Stanley, we were gonna focus
on the arms.

Oh, well,
I love your ar--

the arms...

Arms, in general.
I-I--

the reason I'm calling,
I just, uh--

Henry, hold her like a flower,
not a football.

I wanted to talk to you
about something.

I'm going out on a limb here.
I-I thought maybe--

I wanted to talk
to you tonight too,

- but since you're not coming in--
- Oh?

A friend of mine has a studio
in Santa Fe,

and I'm gonna go
check it out tomorrow.

Really? Tomorrow?

It's a great opportunity
for me--a bigger studio,

and there's not much keeping me
here in Albuquerque, so...

Right, right.

- I understand. Um--
- Oh, I'm sorry, I have to go.

We're starting now.

Yeah.
Uh, o-of course, yeah.

Uh, we'll talk later,
all right?

Hello?

- You the reporter I called?
- Reporter?

I'm Beth's sister-in-law.
Who are you?

I'm her landlord.

I'm gonna shame that crazy bitch
on YouTube.

Keys, woman.

Your mama didn't teach you
any manners?

My mama's dead.
Happy?

Beth?

Beth?

Oh, my.

I don't want to see any
reporters when I come out.

Got it?
Crap.

Don't let the bunnies out.

I shouldn't even be
letting you take it.

Come on, hurry up!

Your aggression
is upsetting Ahotay.

Great. At least we got
a bang-up getaway car.

Get in there,
you four-legged sweater.

Gross.

Get in. Get in.

Oh, my God.

Calmate.
Calmate, pequenita.

- Calmate.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Mary. Mary.

Get down.
Get down.

What about my alpacas, Mary?

They'll be fine.
Who steals an alpaca?

Now move.

You spot these guys, and you
just stand out in the open

with a bull's eye
on your back?

What, are you too cheap
to spring for klieg lights

and a fluorescent vest?
Nothing happened, Mary.

The spirits wrapped me
in their protection.

No, I did that.
I wrapped you, okay?

And something
could've happened, Carlos.

- You got to be careful.
- Your energy--it's different.

The little one's opened your
eyes to every precious life,

- to mine. - Yeah, that's
probably what happened.

My water broke,
and I saw the light.

You got 24 hours to get
your crap off that ranch.

I'm relocating you.

Hey, did Simon say stop?

No. I will not live
in the company of fear.

- I'm done hiding.
- What?

My vision is clear to me now.
I would rather risk my life

than give up the path.

My WITSEC journey is over.

Okay.

Wow. Look, I'm not sure
which spiritual tinkerbell

you summoned
for that crap-tastic epiphany,

but that might be the single
worst idea of your life,

and that's coming from someone
who's seen you in a loincloth.

Listen to me.

Your path
is gonna get you killed.

You care about me.

What?

No. No, no, no.
I don't hug.

I don't really--
hugging's not my--

Okay.

Please stop.

Beth?

Beth, are you in here?

Who are you?

How'd you get in here?

Beth, hey.
It's okay.

I'm Delia, Mary's friend.
Your landlord let me in.

He's a monster...

Lurking out there
with his skeevy little camera.

I'll have a talk with him.

But as far as our office
can tell,

no videos
have been posted online,

and we'll see
that it stays that way.

Thank you.
Oh, God.

Thank you.

I don't want to move again.
I can't.

I didn't have time
to tidy up.

Sorry it's so kind of,
you know.

Beth, I'm wondering--
maybe all this, your things,

has something to do
with your landlord's complaints.

It looks bad, I know,

but I just need to save these
to track doll prices.

Yeah, but it doesn't matter
how long ago your trial was.

There are people out there
actively looking for you

right now, to kill you.

And all this stuff
just draws attention.

Fine! God!
It's like you're on his side.

No, I'm not.
Mary's not.

We're on the side
of keeping you safe.

It's just--
I'm so alone.

I left every single person
in my life.

My sister--we saw each other
every day.

She was my best friend.

And my business--
it's just gone.

It's all gone.

Beth, I can't know
how hard this is,

but it's putting you
in danger.

Let me make some calls,

help you get things
sorted out.

"Blow, winds,
and crack your cheeks.

"Rage, blow,

"you cataracts
and hurricanoes.

Spout until you"--

hey, Stan.
King Lear.

Yeah, I've been
to the theater...

Movie theater mostly, but--

Shakespeare?
She like that?

Oh, never too early
for the classics.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. No.
Marshals' luncheon--

politicking and cost-cutting,

the usual.

Hi.

Unbelievable--

kid makes bad news
and bureaucrats bearable.

Excuse me, miss.

May I have this dance?

Oh, no.
Uncle Stan leads.

Oh, we start out
as a blank slate.

We'll love her,
protect her.

But life
just knocks you down.

Some get up.

Some stay face-first
on the canvas.

Everyone can get up,
given a chance.

Back in a bit.

Kristi Owens' transfer
to WITSEC prison.

How does a Kristi
lose her way?

Ah, we're still musing?
Okay.

Anyone ever take the time
to read Shakespeare to her

or dance with her?

Now she's got
a second chance--

not a pretty one,
but it's still a chance.

You think people
can change, really?

Anyone can change, Stan.

Uh, if the kid gets cranky,

she goes nuts
for Titus Andronicus.

Her feet get going.
It's a whole thing.

"Suffer not dishonor."

I don't know--

dolls, busted appliances,

faded magazines,
faded clothes--

just stuff,
lots of stuff.

Oh, poor woman.

It's gonna take a couple trucks
to haul it all out.

Aah!
And a couple trips.

Oh, and send animal control.

Inspector...

Inspector, would you please
hang up your phone?

Now, please give me
your gun.

I said give it up!

I was trying to help, Beth.

This is not trash.

These are my things,
my life.

I might have to sell
these dolls someday.

All right, Beth,
that's fair. That's fair.

We can work something out.
I'm sure we can.

Just let's get back
to my office

so we can figure out a plan.

Right, 'cause I'm stupid.

You're just looking
for a way out.

Don't talk to me
like I'm crazy.

I'm not crazy!

We have a protocol, Beth.

We check in
right after we arrive,

and when we don't,
they come look--

Shut up!
Shut up, shut up!

Ten years in jail?

I'll be, like, 30.

I can't just start
loving... them.

I just can't.

My suggestion is start
with respect.

If you don't, you're gonna be
in that shiny jewelry

a long time--
or worse.

Listen...

Despite all evidence
to the contrary,

I'm gonna continue to believe
that you can change.

But if you can't,
at the very least,

lie low.

Get in the car.

All right, well,
here's your opt-out form.

I got to tell you, Carlos,

I think you're making
a big mistake.

The spirits,
they'll watch over me.

Look, I don't know what kind
of shaman you make, Carlos,

and please don't tell me.

But until this last bit,

you've been
a fairly decent witness.

So just lay low, okay?

I will.

And I have
one final request.

Yeah, I'm not housing
the alpacas.

Embrace the spirits
around you, Mary.

Well, you know I love
an embrace.

You're not alone.

The people around you,
let them in.

Oh, and the little one...

She's craving yams.

- Is she?
- Yeah.

Well, give my best
to the Universe or whatever

***

Take care, Carlos.

Thank you, Mary.

Hey, Stan.
How's the kid?

Oh, she's great.
Just ate.

Made short order
of a jar of--

- Don't say yams.
- How'd you know?

Anyway, she's fine.
She's sleeping.

Let me call you back,
all right? Yeah.

You know, I'm not one
for schadenfreude,

but when you voiced
your support for me,

it looked like Almanza
was gonna choke on his tongue.

Yeah, well, don't pat yourself
on the back too hard.

These cuts stink.

But if Almanza thinks
he's gonna ax this office...

Our numbers--
ABQ's to the bone.

You put this together?

- Since lunch?
- Yep.

Impressive.

Just not sure it's gonna be
enough for Almanza.

Susan, the work we do here
is important

and sometimes expensive.

- Stan...
- Look at this.

Mexican police officer,
on the job 20 years--

Murdered.

Judge in Cartagena--

shot in cold blood.

Salvadorian drug runner--
car bomb.

Look, Stan, I know that you
think of me as just some

political operative,
but I--

Susan, I know you've never
been in the field.

But I don't have to tell you
what goes on in these countries.

You talk, you're dead.

That's us, minus WITSEC.

Witnesses only testify
if they feel safe.

But there are
financial realities.

I'll cut where I can.
But you want to be friends?

If your connection with POTUS
isn't a bunch

of locker-room talk,
use it.

Excuse me.

Have you seen Marshal Parmalee?
She's an hour late for an MOU.

Be right back.

She's not picking up
or returning messages.

Yeah.

Delia Parmalee.
Please leave a--

Delia's never late.

She starts Monday Night Football
Sunday night.

- Is Norah okay?
- Yeah, yeah, she's fine.

Delia check in with you?

Not since I asked her
to cover for me with Beth.

- She missed an MOU.
- I'll call Marshall.

How fast can you get over
to Beth's?

We're about to find out.

They're looking for me, Beth.

My colleagues will come
looking for me.

Throw me your phone now.

Get back in here!

Beth, slow down.

This isn't you.

Mary's told me about you.

You're a sweet woman, smart,
levelheaded.

Five years.

Five years,
and I still have nightmares--

the gunshot,
that man coming right at me.

Beth, no. No.
Just--

I can't live like this.
I can't.

This isn't my life.

It's too late for me.

Hey, it's not too late.
You're a strong woman.

You've done it before.
You will do it again.

I lost my sister,
my family.

I've hung on to these things
because they're all that I have.

You're not
your things, Beth.

Your husband left, and you built
a life, a business.

You were happy, weren't you?

- You can be again.
- How?

Just start.

Start by trusting me.

We'll protect you.

I will.

- Tell them to go away!
- They won't go, Beth.

They're coming
through this door,

and if they see you
with that gun...

- Delia?
- U.S. Marshals!

- You have a choice. You do.
- You're lying.

- No, I'm not.
- Delia?

You just need help.

I'll make sure you get it.

U.S. Marshals, open up!

Go.

I'm all right.
It's clear.

What?

Wow.

Wow.

What the--

Wow.

Huh.

- A lot of stuff.
- Yeah.

Delia, you all right?
You didn't call in.

Sorry, I--
we got caught up.

Beth just needed
a little extra TLC.

I'm good.
I'm good.

It's all right.

Delia, what the hell?

We're all right.

You see what I see?

Yep.
Key chains--

dozens and dozens
of key chains.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Oh, rabbit fur--
thanks.

Abigail's a little OCD
With the lint brush.

You were top of your class
at the Academy, right?

Someone draws a gun--

I don't care if it's a witness
or or your mother--

you put 'em
on the ground, period.

For the record, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Right, for the record.

Look, I promised
I'd get her help.

- I keep my promises.
- Well, we'll get her to Finkel.

Anyway, good job.

You're complimenting me?

Oh, don't get excited.
I'm hormonal.

Plus, my kid's in the hands
of rank amateurs.

Hey, who's gonna get her crap
out of that apartment?

Jeez, I don't know
what Beth's whining about.

- He seems sweet.
- I'm goddamn serious.

Aw, adorable.

- Hey.
- Everybody okay?

Stan,
what are you doing here?

Who has Norah?

Oh, man.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, I was...

Um, I can take her off
your hands now.

I've got two free ones
for, you know, juggling.

- She just fell asleep.
- Okay, thanks.

I raised three sons
while working.

I know what
you're up against.

Right, well, just so you know,
this is a one-time thing-- fluke.

Not looking for a village
to raise my child.

- I've got it under control.
- Mm-hmm.

Word of advice--

respectfully from someone
who's made mistakes...

Sure, I guess.

I'm guessing
you're a lot like me.

You've done more by lunch
than most people do all week.

And you feel
that you do it faster

and better than everyone else.

And I'm sure you do.

But you can't do it all
by yourself.

You'll fail.
I did.

A good mother is strong enough
to ask for help.

I'm a good mother.

No doubt.

Just...

Don't be afraid to let
the people around you pitch in.

No way.

You don't have to like me
to know that I'm right.

Yeah, well,
that's a relief.

So, Norah,
tough first day.

You know
she doesn't understand,

and even if she did,
she couldn't answer.

You know why?

- She's a baby?
- She's a baby.

They're like sponges
at this age.

She must have
picked up something.

Yeah, how 'bout
anyone who

gets off a plane from DC,

bend over
and pucker up?

See?
That's something.

It wasn't
that long ago

this would have been
just another day at the office,

then dollar beers
and you crackin' lame-ass jokes.

What the hell?
You didn't push the button?

Come on, man.

You gotta
push the button.

I'm so tired.

You know what I need?
A stay-at-home wife.

Gay marriage--
that's not legal yet?

There's always
a statewide referendum.

- Want a hand?
- Nah, I got it.

Huh?

All right, maybe
just take the diaper bag.

And my other bag.

Honestly,
just pick me up.

So how about this--

a neonazi,
a mystic, and a hoarder

are stranded
on a deserted island...

- No.
- Yeah, yeah, it's good.

Oh, good.
You're still here.

Stanley, I thought
you had work.

I...

Wanted one last dance
before you left.

One last dance...

That can be arranged.

- Is that a new cologne?
- Oh.

Uh, it's not
a big deal, really.

- It's nice.
- Thank you.

Oh, God, I can't do this.

Oh, you're leading
beautifully.

No, no, that's not it.

Your footwork is excellent.

Have dinner with me tonight
before you go to Santa Fe.

Please?

I've wanted to ask you out

since the middle
of our sixth lesson and--

- Yes.
- After the 17th, I was sure...

- Stanley!
- I waited too long.

And after the 25th,
I was really embarrassed--

- I'd love to.
- Really?

'Cause I didn't want to be
one of those creeps

that hits
on his teacher and--

If you had hit on me after the
first lesson, you'd be a creep.

But on your 31st,
you're a perfect gentleman.

Does a gentleman tango...

Like this?

What is unleashed
in the soul

when we love
outside ourselves is sharp,

unexpected,
and beyond words.

Love turns smart people
stupid

and conjures courage
from thin air.

That we can love
so wildly, so recklessly,

yet feel it even in
the tame ways of every day,

is something of a miracle.

Give me that. Gimme.

For some, a miracle,
ordinary or otherwise,

would take a miracle.

Still, there's room
for repentance.

There's hope,
if only in glimmers.

Miss O'Leary, I wanted
to welcome you personally

to Piedmont
Federal Penitentiary.

For others,
hope is all there is.

This is Beth.

Hi, Beth.
I'm Dr. Finkel.

- Hi.
- Thanks, Delia.

Love, miracle, hope--
not my kind of words,

but I find as life
pushes relentlessly on,

that they nudge
their way in

and set up shop,
undeniable as Moon tides.

The pie in the sky
magical thinking of childhood

is quietly replaced

by a grounded, grown-up
sense of wonder,

and the reality that something
as simple as a sunrise

can still surprise you.

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