All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e03

Previously,
on In Plain Sight...

I asked you about Norah's
father?

Wipes, please.

What am I, your scrub nurse?

They're right there, hawkeye.

Mark's a, you know,
good father.

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

Once I'm tapped
as head of WITSEC,

I can be an
even better friend.

Almanza's shutting down
ABQ WITSEC.

- What?
- You heard me.

This office is shutting
its doors.

So, want to be friends?

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.

Motherhood
can be quite a transition.

Especially for someone
used to being so...

You.

You take this one.

The wives always hate me.

You sure?

- I think I smell beef rendang.
- I'll take some to go.

Mmm.
And if there's sticky rice--

There's always sticky rice.

Mrs. Dujana, I'm not worried
about your husband.

He's made his decision.
I am worried about you.

I have told you all I know.

He left one night.

He did not even take
his cell phone.

You realize I'm trained
to spot liars?

It's not hard, honestly.

You say he left his phone.
I believe you.

But when I ask,
"have you seen him?"

You look up and to the left.

Now, in most folks,
that indicates

they're accessing a memory.

The thing is,
you're left-handed,

so it's reversed.

Will you send me back
to Indonesia?

Not if you tell me
where your husband went.

- Fredericks, get down!
- FBI!

- On your knees. Now.
- Hold it right there.

What is going on?

Ma'am, need you
to remain calm.

This man's not with us.

He's not FBI.

Okay.
All right.

Watch your head.

Somewhere between
the primordial soup

and the dirty cell phone pic,

our minds invented a sneaky way
to course-correct

for our mistakes
and disappointments.

Leon Festinger called it
cognitive dissonance.

Worst part is it works,
if only for a while.

Listen, we got to swap.
I need you to take Norah today.

What? Mark, no, we have
a joint calendar for a reason.

Yeah, I know,
but I've been trying

to land a meeting
with this guy for two months.

Dan McIlvane is a whale.

He runs third-party logistics
in the southwest.

All right, now you're just
gluing random words together.

Warehouses the size
of football fields.

The dude needs a monster amount
of solar paneling,

and I've got a legit shot.
It's my job.

- I have a job.
- Gosh, what's that like?

Come on, Mark, please?

You're so much better
at this crap than I am.

- Please? Please?
- All right, fine.

- I'll handle it today.
- Thank you.

But eventually, we're gonna
have to figure something out.

And barring some miraculous
recovery by Brandi,

your mother's not walking
through that door.

It's been a month.
We need help.

Right, fine, okay.
Let's just take baby steps.

Let's just make it
to the weekend.

- Deal?
- Fine.

Whew! Have fun with that.

- Yeah.
- That's almost hostile.

You got her?

- Come here.
- You cutie.

Okay.
Oh, and, hey.

Yes, bottle at noon,
nap at 1:30.

No--I mean, yes, but--

I really appreciate this.
Thanks.

Hold on.

I just want proof
that that actually happened.

That's cute.

There it is.
Bye.

Cognitive dissonance
is simple.

You convince yourself
that whatever it is

in front of you
is exactly what you want--

that it's good and right.

Especially when it's not.

Here's one for those memoirs
I'm not allowed to write.

Eddie Fredericks.

Former Navy SEAL
turned enemy of the state.

In custody 36 hours.

FBI caught him posing
as one of their own.

Tracking foreign nationals
here at home

for a guy
Homeland Security's been after

for the better part
of the last decade.

Now he's our problem.

Such is the nature
of our curious enterprise.

No. I need assurances.

So does
the Department of Justice.

That's why we need you
to sign the MOU.

I'm giving you
everyone I know.

This here is garbage.

I need to see your ops plan
for my security, okay?

My partner's
still out there.

She is trained just like me.

She will find me.

- She's insane.
- Eddie, relax.

We're gonna keep you safe.
It's what we do.

I can't believe this.

All I did was track down
the bad guys here at home.

Your loyalty to God
and country notwithstanding,

Eddie, you were tracking people
for Abu Patek.

This guy funds jihad
against a country

- you swore an oath to protect.
- I wasn't in league with him.

I only met the man once.
I was a contractor.

If people ran from Patek,
we located them, simple as that.

U.S. Marshals will escort you
to a safe WITSEC unit

where you'll serve your time
under our protection.

Your partner's tracking prowess
and mental health

will become
instantly irrelevant.

- You don't understand.
- Well, help us understand,

because your resume's
kind of... thin.

What can I say?

Military paid me to do things
no one wants to read about.

- And they stopped paying.
- You got wounded and--

Civilian got shot
and I got railroaded.

My C.O., um, wanted me
to say this guy had a gun.

I wouldn't do it.

Officially,
I outlived my--

my operational usefulness.

So you went freelance
as a way of, what,

- pushing back?
- No.

I went freelance because
they didn't give me a choice.

Eddie,
we could help you, okay?

We could protect you
from your partner,

all enemies,
foreign or domestic.

The first move is yours.

Whew!

Christ.

Uh, it's hot in here, right?

You got rope burn
from those cuffs?

No, I'm fine.

Was held for ransom
in Waziristan.

Five weeks in a cave.

Was cuffed up the whole time.

Served us a spoonful of rice

and tea, twice a day.

They put a little goat milk
in it at least?

It was opium, actually.

Oh, so more
of a sleepy-time tea.

Yeah.

This whole thing was stupid,

working for Patek.

Knew we'd get caught.

You're doing
the right thing, Eddie.

And who knows?
Maybe a step

toward a country you once
loved enough to die for is--

Whoa!
Eddie!

Eddie!
Eddie!

Our witness just went
off the roof!

Suicide?

Jumped onto
the goddamn parking deck!

Hey, what'd I miss?

Parking deck.
Now.

All clear.

What the--

Oh, my God.

So this guy just goes
up and over?

- Yeah.
- That's so weird.

Yeah,
everything about this is.

It's like
the guy has no history.

His file's all
thick black lines.

What was he doing on
the balcony in the first place?

- Delia, your car's gone.
- What?

I just made my last payment.

I just had it washed.

My softball gear's in there.

What?

Turn my back for one second.

How were you
supposed to know

the guy's got
super spidey powers?

He manipulated me.

He never should have been on
the terrace in the first place.

Damn it.

Yes, Dan?

GPS puts Delia's vehicle
five miles ahead of you.

Looks like he exited I-25
and headed east.

Hold up.
He stopped.

Three miles in
on Roderick Road.

Unbelievable.

Can't believe
he went Costner on us.

To be clear, I'm talking
Dances with Wolves Costner,

not Tin Cup Costner
or, you know,

one of the ten
baseball movies.

No?
No good?

Come on, Marshall,
it's gonna be fine.

Guy picks a reservation--

the one place in the U.S. we
don't have open jurisdiction--

and heads straight for it.

- I'm so screwed.
- No, you're not.

We are.
We're screwed.

Thanks to you.
Come on, I'm joking.

We're not screwed,
we're pursuing your witness.

Look, call Stan for
a check-with-me if you want,

but I say we go now.

Yeah, no, not yet.

Only sign of him
is Delia's unit,

torched on the side
of the road.

We're fine.

We're following
what we assume is his trail.

No, on foot.
I don't know, Stan.

I don't see any tribal rep
around to ask permission.

Hey, you're probably
gonna want to hang up now.

Stan, got to go.

U.S. Marshals.

You're U.S. Marshals
trespassing

on sovereign
Owindo nation land.

No, we're U.S. Marshals
pursing the guy

who just torched that car.

Which you can explain
to the chief.

- Really?
- Come on.

Or am I grabbing my cuffs?

Okay.
Now we're screwed.

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 population.

And that is...
Somebody wants them dead.

Sync & corrections by Alice
www.addic7ed.com

What the hell
are we doing in here?

Fredericks is out there,
right this second,

- disappearing into the pueblo.
- "Pueblo."

Even in a crisis you're like--
what's the word?

Specific?
Accurate? Correct?

- It's 40 square miles.
- The pueblo is?

The reservation's terrain
is rough, uneven.

National park on two sides.

He's this close
to vanishing, Stan.

We can't force the issue
a little?

There's no
powering through this.

It's delicate.
You know we need a warrant.

I'm not just talking about
the witness' WITSEC status,

- I'm talking about ours.
- What about air support?

They can't at least get
a jump start while

- we sit around sucking our--
- Hey, easy.

Not an option.
Wildfires in Colorado.

Air ops are out-of-pocket.

Then what?
What now?

Now we make nice with
the chief chief-of-police,

while, you know--

- Okay.
- Where are you going?

I've got to check on Norah.

Have fun making nice with
the sovereign Owindo nation.

You don't need me for that,
right?

"Making nice"?

Stan McQueen?

Joseph Duncan,
Bureau of Indian Affairs.

This is Chief Pierce
of the Owindo pueblo P.D.

He's got some questions
for you.

And he's gonna ask them
himself, if you don't mind.

Thanks, Joe.

So...

Who you boys chasing?

Well, here's what we got.

Eddie Fredericks.

FBI's been after him
going on two years.

They got him.

He got loose.

We got to go after him.

Well, U.S. Marshals don't get
on my land without my say-so.

And that story you just told,
it's a very vague story.

- Insultingly vague.
- Not our intention.

But we need to get going asap--
as soon as possible.

Even if BIA--that's
Bureau of Indian Affairs--FYI.

Even if they sign off
on the manhunt,

I'm not just
turning you guys loose.

You want access to my pueblo,
you have to take my people.

They know this land.

Any problem with that?

- Uh--
- No, not a problem. Thank you.

Well...

Looks like your warrant
is in order.

If you need
to look it over, look it over,

but, chief,
you got a fugitive on your land,

and we got a ticking clock.

Heather will ride out
with you.

She's the best we got.

Aw, man,
should have known.

- I should have known.
- Is there gonna be a problem?

Not at all.
City folk are my favorite.

I don't live in the city.
Live in the suburbs, so--

- Uh-huh.
- Okay, let's move on.

His tracks went east
from Roderick Road.

That's a day and a half
on foot

till he hits the pueblo boundary
and slips into a national park.

Lucky for us,
we got something he doesn't.

Jetpacks? Pie?
Please say, "pie."

You can't trust 'em.

The ratio's off.

Too much animal
for that little brain.

You know,
it's like a lemon.

You'll be fine.

Yeah, I'll be fine.
Will he be fine?

One false move, I turn you
into a duffel bag, got it?

Here I was thinking

the U.S. Marshals
were the best we got.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You hear this guy
slipped out a window?

Off the roof, actually.

What kind of tool
loses a guy off a roof?

Talk about screwed.

- Any good hunting around here?
- Yeah.

What do you go after?
Deer? Antelope?

Both.
My dad used to take me.

These days it's less deer,
more meth runners, illegals.

It's a shame.

My people consider
the spirit of this land--

every tree, animal--
sacred.

- Oh, boy.
- It's beautiful.

If you ever want a tour
of these hills and valleys,

I know 'em
like the back of my hand.

Gee, that's nice.

She said if you ever want
to tour her hills and valleys--

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Tracks stop here.

Either the wind or your guy
knows what he's doing.

Well, it's his guy,
technically.

Hey, I know. What's
your spirit animal telling you?

I said,
"my people," believe that.

As for me, I'm still in
the market for a spirit animal.

I had a hamster once,
but then she ate her kids.

Didn't work out.

Jesus. What the hell
kind of Indian are you?

The underpaid kind.

He was here,
in nylon blend.

He swiped
Delia's softball jacket.

- Impressive.
- Oh, yeah.

He's got
all that CSI bullshit down.

Me, I had a more of an
indoor childhood, Jersey style.

Lot of monopoly.

Undefeated, so--

Hello?

Wait, wait, slow down.

She's pretty.
Pretty young.

- Hadn't noticed.
- Really, you hadn't noticed?

You hadn't noticed
her shameless flirting?

I'm kind of focused
on the manhunt.

Here's what I don't get.

When did you become
George Clooney

to the Veronica Mars set?

You got a little venom
on your chin.

Yep, on it.

Shots fired back at
the burned-out vehicle.

Chief Pierce was
on his way down to investigate.

Maybe somebody came back
for Fredericks, but who?

I don't care about the who,
I just care about the what.

And the what sounds bad.

Come on.

Definitely gave me
the slow horse.

Whoa! Whoa-ho!

Call 911!
It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I promise, daddy, I promise.

- Stubborn son of a bitch.
- Yeah.

Couldn't even wait
for backup to ride out.

Some people are like that.
You okay?

I'm fine.
We need to move.

You're not going
to the hospital?

I said I'm fine.

Point is, Pierce's car
is the only one here.

Preternatural detail being

there's only one set
of tire tracks.

Well, guy shows up,
shoots the police chief,

car disappears.

No tire tracks, footprints.
Neat trick.

Fredericks did say
his partner is highly trained.

- Could be that.
- What?

FBI shook the trees
on Abu Patek.

Last known location's Vegas,
30 hours ago.

Great. So if Fredericks'
partner didn't find him,

there's a chance that his
jihadist former-employer did.

A fact I'm tap-dancing around
for Indian affairs.

Faster you bring Fredericks in,
the less I got to say.

Fredericks seems to be headed
for the national park.

- Stan, I got to--
- Go, go, go.

Hey, there, big guy.
Raining where you are?

Coming down in buckets.

We can talk freely
on this line?

Okay, good.

No, no, I'm fine,
but a colleague's in hot water,

and Homeland Security seemed
like a good place

for me to try and
cool things off.

Okay, we've got a fugitive
situation.

And I'm staring at his file
but it's heavily redacted.

We both know what that means.

Look, my friends are out there
chasing him down.

But there's too much
we don't know about this guy.

And it would help
if we had some idea

of what they're up against.

I don't care.

Yes, I'll host Thanksgiving.

Go ahead.

You know,
my dad was a marshal.

You don't have to do this.

His dad was a marshal.

When my granddad retired,

he revealed he'd been shot
in the line of duty.

He never told anyone
in the family before.

He didn't want us to worry.

What's tougher
than a father with a badge?

I know, he'll be fine.

Thanks, Marshall.

By the way,
for a city guy,

you look pretty good
in the saddle.

Really?

"Dear diary."

Knock it off.

- What's up, Heather?
- Don't call her "Heather."

It's her name.

This is the point
of no return.

That sounds ominous.

They have a bathroom here?
Snacks?

It's where
we lose cell reception.

So if you got someone to call,
do it now.

I know this call.
I've made this call.

You're not coming home, are you?
Daddy said not to date lawmen.

There was an escape.
All hands on deck kind of thing.

So I'm playing hostess
on my own tonight.

Now last time
I had people over--

You ordered pizza,
put it in the oven,

the boxes caught fire, and they
had to evacuate the building.

Hence,
tonight's ceviche concept.

I need you here, Marshall,

to tell Rob we liked
that book he gave us.

Looks like
you're lying for two tonight.

- I'm sorry. Don't wait up.
- Yeah.

Good luck with
"All hands on deck."

Don't forget to duck.

Thanks.
Good night.

Must be serious.

Most guys would be
all over me.

You think pretty highly
of yourself.

Not at all.
Just lowly of men.

Fair enough.
Did you call your dad?

He's not a fan of the phone,
but I got a text.

- Good.
- What's that music?

God help you

if you took my baby
to a strip joint.

It's a steak house
and we are celebrating.

I sold 60,000 feet
to McIlvane.

I walk in with Norah in one of
those little carrier thingies,

big Dan melts.

All of a sudden,
he's in grandpa mode.

No joke.
The kid is a closer.

Where are you anyway?

Good question.

Believe it or not,
on a horse.

Say that again?

Never mind.
Listen.

This could go late,
and I know it's last minute,

but I might need you
to take the baby tonight.

And when I say, "take her,"
I mean to my house,

not, you know,
out clubbing.

No problem.
We're golden.

And I should probably go.
I think Norah needs her bottle.

Oh, my gosh,
how cute is your baby?

Care to join us?

Uh-huh.

Yep. Got it.

Thanks, Chuck.
Sorry--Charles.

Thank you, Charles.

Stan, hey.

Got an update,
and it's bad for us.

We need to protect
Marshall here.

We need to control this.
We do.

- And quietly.
- Stan, I am on it.

I'm working this.

Got some intel
through my source at DHS.

Your "source"?

Can we just say your brother?
Can we say that?

Fredericks only gave up
half his story.

He wasn't just a SEAL.
He was Task Force Blue.

Which is why his file's
thinner than a takeout menu.

Also explains his stunt
on the roof.

Guy's training is
off the charts.

He's Jason Bourne
minus the memory loss.

And Mary and Marshall are
out of communications range.

Not much we can do
about that.

But you want to protect
Marshall politically?

We need a heavy hitter
and the bucket of whitewash

only D.C. can provide.

I think Associate Director
Campbell

is heavy-hitter enough.

- You need her number?
- Got it on speed-dial.

All right.

These are fresh.

No degradation, sharp edges.
She's close.

Wait? Who's she?

Who's close?

Okay, I'm happy playing dumb
up to a point,

but I don't play stupid.

What the hell's going on here?

When the FBI
apprehended Fredericks,

two days ago,
his partner evaded capture.

Based on the size of the print
and everything else we know,

these are probably her tracks.

You know what I think?

The sketchy background info,

no sign of your marshals
special operations group--

I don't think you're out here
to arrest this guy.

I think you're out here
to protect him.

We're just here
to bring him in.

Be dark soon.

Yeah.
We should probably set up camp.

And you and I will take
a quick ride ahead,

see where the tracks lead.

You can hang back here.

Whoa, whoa.

Did you just give me permission
to "hang back here"?

- No, I just--
- What?

Whoever this she is,
she found your guy,

she already shot one cop.

We don't know
what we're riding into.

You too?
Oh, my God.

- All right, say it. Say it!
- What?

Well, I'll say it.
And you've got a kid.

Heather,
maybe let me handle this.

You know what, do me a favor.
Don't "handle this."

Okay?
I had a baby.

I wasn't stricken with some
degenerative maternal syndrome.

I don't know
what world you live in,

but I live in a world where
almost every cop has a family.

We're all going.
Got it? Good.

- Christ.
- Where are you going?

Gonna saddle up "dog food."

That's right,
I call him "dog food" now.

Yeah, I'm gonna follow
some non-degraded tracks.

You know, mom stuff.

I would have stepped in there,
but she didn't leave much room.

Probably best.

Think our guy's down there?

That's where I'd be.

Okay.

Hey, we're gonna find him.

Yeah, yeah.

We just have to do it
before his partner does.

Hup! Hup!

- Two sets of tracks now.
- No sign of struggle.

- She must have just missed him.
- Let's hope so.

Let's spend the night.
We'll start out in the morning.

Ugh! Gross.

What's with all the nature
out here?

We're in nature.

Cougars.

Oh, no. You're doing
the knowing look thing?

Come on, why are you doing
the knowing look thing?

We have to bring in
the horses.

In here?
In the barn?

Come on,
it's kind of nice in here.

Let's not ruin the barn
with animals.

Guys? Guys?

Come on.
Really?

What if they, like--
I don't know--

stampede or something?

I think we'll
be better off

with live horses
in the morning.

I need to speak
to Campbell now.

If she's in a meeting,
pull her out.

If she's with the Director--

Oh, great.

Yeah, thanks, yeah.

Susan, Stan McQueen.

Yeah, listen, I got a bit
of a situation here,

and I was wondering--

well, I don't know if I'd
call it "cashing in my chips."

But we were processing a
high-security witness yesterday.

Guy bolted
before we could transfer him

to the correctional center
in El Reno.

I could use your help
at the State Department

before this blows back on me

or lands on the inspector
who lost him.

I'll get you his file--

the little I've been able
to dig up.

And, Susan...
Thank you.

Come on, come on.

Stupid cell signal.

It's tough being away
from the baby?

Yeah, let's not do
a tampon ad, okay?

It's fine being away.

It's one night.
She's with her father.

Just like to get 'em
on the phone.

Got it.

I, um--

I was there
when he jumped off the roof.

All this...
It's my fault.

That was you?
You're the tool?

I'm the tool.

Barely took my eye off him.

12 hours later,
I still don't have the guy back.

Lives are in danger,

not to mention careers,

and I'm lying on the floor
of a barn

with a woman
whose dad I got shot.

If we're doing confession,
I've got at least one.

Yeah?

Until six months ago, I was
working patrol in San Diego.

I lived a block
from the beach.

I moved back when my mom died
to keep an eye on the old man.

Doing a great job, huh?

I'm sorry.

What, uh--
what's the other one?

The "other one" what?

Uh, confession.
You said you had at least one.

Oh. Um...

I volunteered
to take you out today.

Thought you were cute.

Oh.

- Mary?
- Heard it.

What the--

Hey, Marshall,
wake up.

Your girlfriend's awol.

Hey, sun's up.
Let's go.

What the hell?

Next time leave a note!

Come on. Let's go.

Think my horse is broken.

Yeah, well, mine's not.
Try and keep up.

I got to say,

it's not so easy
on the lady parts.

You know,

you can go.
You don't have to wait for me.

- I'm fine.
- I'm pacing myself.

Really?
Don't patronize me.

You first.

What's that supposed
to mean?

You being nice earlier.

When?
When was I nice?

"Don't worry.
We'll find him."

That's when I know
I'm up a creek,

when you go
from semi-hostile teasing

- to openly supportive.
- Fine.

We probably won't find him.
You lost a witness.

- Happy?
- No, I'm not.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

Where the hell's she going?

What is that?

And old movie set.

They shot some westerns here
in the '60s.

- Cool.
- Hey.

I'm sorry I put you
in this spot.

Don't be.

Easy, easy, Bo, all right?
You already shot a cop.

We're not taking out another one
and two U.S. Marshals.

It hurts us if we kill them.

We're airborne
in ten minutes.

Go, go, go.

You and me, right?

Yeah,
you and me.

All right.
Rope.

Mary!

I'm fine!
Go!

Fredericks?

You think?

She's down.

You all right?

Mm-hmm. Christ,
they came out of nowhere.

Who? Who's they?

Your fugitive,
plus some chick with short hair.

That's his partner.
So she's not here to kill him.

Brunch plans?

They're in this together
for sure.

And they're airborne
in ten minutes.

- Airborne?
- They said, "Airborne."

Seriously? Plane?
Just finished with the horse.

Terrific.

Bonnie and Clyde are armed to the
teeth and awaiting air support.

Listen, puss out if you want,
but these people shot my dad.

I'm going after them,
with or without you.

Really? With what?

We've got two six-shooters,

zero horses between
the three of us,

and nothing even approaching
an ace in the hole.

Can't believe
I said that out loud.

Who am I?

No way.

No. No way.

All right,
now she's just showing off.

If your prom date's wrong
about the time frame,

then we're stuck here
in this Scooby-doo movie set,

and they're already up
in the air.

You politely overlook
my career-ending rooftop gaffe.

Overlooking or savoring?

What?

Holy crap.

Patek?

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What the hell, Bo?

Sorry, baby.

Next time,
don't get caught.

You know how this plays out.

You know what happens next.

She knows, Eddie.

She also knows
that if I don't punish you,

others will feel free
to make the same mistakes.

I didn't tell them anything.

Appearances, though,
are so important, hmm?

This just keeps
getting better.

Good news is
they won't kill him here.

They'll do it
in front of their pals.

Buys us time.

Pretty dim shade
of silver lining.

Don't move!

Don't move!

Don't move! Stay down!
Get out, get out.

Abu Patek.
That's fun to say.

You know what else
is fun to say?

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent,

and anything you say can
and will be used against you

in a court of law.

I'm still getting
the run around.

I want to know who the hell
you were chasing out there.

'Cause whoever it was
shot a chief of police--

a tribal elder--
on tribal land.

Which we entered
on your nod.

Based on a story that has
as much staying power

as smoke signals.

Skip Richardson,

office of the coordinator
of counter-terrorism.

Here's what I need.

I need the BIA
to play ball on this.

You BIA?
Super.

Gonna get the marshals
off your land, pronto.

Eddie Fredericks is going
to regular old prison.

The co-conspirators will be
extradited to Indonesia

to stand trial there.

Meanwhile, my office
is drafting a release.

I assume we'll have
your complete cooperation.

I'll get my end in motion.

See how that works?
Huh?

Susan sends her best.

Well, that's great.

You know, uh,
it's funny.

One could argue
that the end result

of this Fredericks snafu

has got the Marshal Service
looking pretty good, huh?

Yeah, one could argue
Fredericks getting loose

in the first place
tells a different story.

Well, sure.

But seeing as how we just
wrapped up Abu Patek,

not to mention
Fredericks' partner--

McQueen, get to it.
I got a plane waiting.

Listen, when this gets
written up, official,

it'd be great
if we could lose that stuff

about my guy and the roof.

Oh, yeah?
Guy went off the roof?

Did I say, "roof"?

Well, well, it looks like
our little problem is no more.

Cold comfort.
Stan, if I had known--

Marshall--

- I'd feel better--
- Not necessary.

It's over.
All right?

We're good.

Right off the freaking roof?

Pshew!

Okay, hold on, hold on.

Daddy's coming.
Look, daddy's coming.

Look, yeah.

Here, daddy's here.
Daddy's here.

Look. Hi!
Yes, here I am.

Daddy's right here.
That's it?

Okay, well, then daddy's
gonna take a shower,

because somebody threw up
on daddy's neck.

Remember that?
Went right down daddy's shirt.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Your girlfriend
a detective too?

How'd you know?

Number on your phone--
Albuquerque P.D.

Lucky girl.

Listen, I'm, uh--

I'm sorry I got your dad shot.

I'm sorry you think
you need to apologize.

You're gonna do great,
being here, being back.

Maybe it's the right thing.

Maybe.

Local girl makes good.

You know, if things don't
work out with your detective,

I bet you can track me down.

I mean, you found
your fugitive.

- Mary.
- Hi.

I, um--
I wanted to give you something.

Wow.
You made this?

What? God, no.
Casino gift shop.

Right, of course.

My mom always loved
the white wolf.

She used to say it's loyal
and fiercely independent.

Anyway.

Sweet.
It's a bottle opener.

Right on.

As you can tell

from the even and sympathetic
tone of my voice,

I have modulated out
all frequencies

connoting condescension,
and yet, I need to know--

Sweet Jesus, there's got
to be a quicker way to say this.

Do you have a plan?

I mean, in the event of--
in case--

In case the next domestic
jihadist we chase down

is a better shot?
No.

I'm gonna make a plan,
but as of yet, there's no plan.

'Cause if I'm gonna be
standing next to you,

- dodging bullets--
- Hey, hey. Stop.

This is where
I'm supposed to be.

When I'm here,
I'm here.

If I thought I were unfocused
or distracted

or putting you at risk
in any way,

I'd hang 'em up.

Copy that.

So it seemed like
she really had a thing

for tall, dork, and handsome,
huh?

- Heather?
- Yeah, Heather.

For the record,

any flirting you may
or may not have witnessed

was strictly a one-way street.

I'm nothing
if not faithful.

Abigail--
I love going home to her.

Yeah, why wouldn't you?

She cleans up after you,
walks the dog.

She's a southern belle
with a gun and a badge.

Also, she hair-flip laughs
at your moronic little factoids.

Hell, I'd be faithful
to that.

Semi-hostile teasing.
Welcome back.

She's returned!
Ooh, and she looks tired.

Sorry.
Really sorry.

I got back as fast
as I could.

Thanks.

Hey, bug.
There we go.

Hey, what is up?
Look at you, you're huge!

Stop growing.
Stop it.

What have you guys been up to,
huh?

You're looking at it.

That's actually not true.

I spent a decent amount
of time not showering.

Got about ten minutes
of sleep.

Sort of get sleep deprivation
as a torture tactic.

Aw, that'd make
a nice scrapbook header.

Yeah, you know,

I'm not complaining,

and I love spending time
with her.

I know, Mark.

She's a little young
for boarding school.

They like to see a teeny bit
more neck strength.

Hey, is this wine
up for grabs?

We need help.

I'm not talking full-time,
and I'll split the cost.

Whatever.

But we're not quitting our jobs
and we can't keep doing this.

So who?
Who are we trusting

more than us
to take care of her?

Some UNM philosophy major,

in it for the pizza money,
and texting all day?

Some baby-shaker
off of Craigslist? Mm-mm.

No one.

There's no one
we can trust as much.

But, since
the beginning of time,

people have trusted other people
to care for their children.

Look, you have a gun.

I'm from New Jersey.

We will grill these people.

But we gotta have people
to grill.

You know what I mean?

Baby steps.

I do have a gun.

That's the spirit.

You did good today.

For the team.

- For the team.
- Cheers.

Of course the Marshal Service
will replace your car,

- obviously.
- Obviously.

Still, something's off.

I mean, I get we
had to protect Marshall.

But Assistant Director
Campbell's recent visit?

Some are operating
under the theory

that you two
have been fraternizing.

- But I don't buy it.
- Mm-hmm.

Budget cuts,
today's cover-up--

because that's exactly
what this was.

I think our office
is on the chopping block.

You know, I hated it when
my boss used to say this to me,

but that's really above
your pay grade.

I'm not really comfortable
with that answer.

And I wouldn't want
an inspector

in this office
who would be.

Now look,
in the future,

whether we're all together
or scattered far and wide,

promise me none of you
will ever take a witness

out on the balcony again,
ever.

Now tell me the whole story,
from the top.

'Cause the news,
everything I've seen online,

it's all suspiciously spotty.

Okay, so this is not gonna
impress you in any way.

Um, you know the terrace
at work?

Mm-hmm.

The mind's ability
to fool itself

knows almost no boundaries.

But eventually, the lucky
among us come to our senses,

the smoke fades, and we see
things for how they really are.

No law enforcement for you.

I'm thinking
accountant or stockbroker.

Everyone hates a stockbroker.

A safe little accountant who
works by hand and candlelight.

Whether by words of wisdom
or the flicker of a flashlight,

we muddle through the fog,
landing on the long

and winding road
we're meant to travel.

However baffling,
we learn to trust the path,

or at least stay on it.

And having no earthly clue
where the hell its heading

means we'll never be lost.
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