All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e04 The Merry Wives of WITSEC

Come on, Bonnie!

That a girl, Bonnie!

You got it.

- Go, Bonnie!
- Come on!

- Come on, go!
- Come on!

Come on!

Yes!

- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

She keeps that up, we got
a full ride to OU in the bag.

Whoo!

Way to go, Bonn.

Hello.

What?

What kind of emergency?

I'm on my way.

Whitman needs meds delivered
to his office asap.

Oh, can't it wait?

It's the championship.
Come on.

I'll see your championship,

and I'll raise you
the 5 Gs I'm due

- if I get there in an hour.
- 5 grand?

And it doesn't even put me
on the road for a week.

Meet up after,
celebratory pizza?

Oh, yeah,
I'll save you a piece.

Gonna need more
than one piece.

Ooh!

Thanks for getting here
so fast.

No sweat. 118 ccs midazolam,
400 ccs propofol.

What happened?

Gastric bypass.

Some complications,
but the patient's stabilized.

Here's your fee and bonus.

And again,
thanks for being so prompt.

If you or anesthesia
need anything else--

No, thanks.
I'm good.

Find another ****.

I'm on it.

- Oh, my--
- It's okay.

- My God.
- All right.

- Please.
- Deep breath, please.

He's dying.
What--

We've got it--
hey, no, no!

We got this under--
Don't call anyone.

According to my memory
of sixth-grade social studies,

200-something years ago,
our founding fathers

fought for certain
inalienable rights--

Free speech,
the pursuit of happiness,

the simple chance
to have a choice.

But there's such a thing
as too many choices.

I long for the days
of three TV channels.

- Not her. Delete her.
- Delete?

- She's got ten years' experience.
- At what?

Pretending away that unibrow?
No, thanks.

Yeah, 'cause that
disqualifies her as a nanny.

First of all,
don't say "nanny."

You can take all your pervy
little babysitter fantasies

and stick 'em in a drawer.

I mean, anyone who can't
manage their own facial hair

isn't getting within
a mile of this kid.

Experts call this
the paradox of choice,

where having too many options
can lead to the wrong one,

or to the worst one--
making no choice at all.

Here are her green beans.

And don't forget to give her
the sweet potatoes at lunch.

Oh, and don't let me forget
to call the Andaluz

about that Stegosaurus.

I don't even understand
that sentence.

The Andaluz.
I know the chef.

Right.

Anyway, she's got a kid,

and somehow
old sticky fingers here

came home from the park
with his Stegosaurus.

Just remind me to call.

- No problem.
- Good.

- We're not done here.
- Mark.

I'm serious, I can't
take any more time off,

and I'm not walking into
another meeting in the Bjorn.

Come on, will you just--

I'll narrow the field
down to five.

We'll grill 'em over lunch.
Deal?

Fine.

Just send me their names.

Background checks.

Just to be clear,

Dr. Whitman's not some
down-on-his-luck quack

trying to score a little extra
tennis-whites money.

He harvested organs,
selling them

on the international
black market.

Massive profits don't even
begin to tell the story.

His specialty is kidneys.

Removes one during
what his patients assumed

was a simple gastric bypass.

And his victims
being under anesthesia

- are none the wiser.
- Bingo.

Whitman poached organs from 40
unwilling patients in two years.

And you supplied
the anesthesia.

Yeah, as a sales rep
for Keating Pharmaceuticals.

The patients weren't the only
unwitting ones.

I had no idea, I swear.

He wasn't ordering
any unusual amounts.

John didn't do anything.

I mean, he's not
that kind of man.

It's gonna be fine, honey.

I guess.

Well, the upside is we're
all gonna be together again.

That job that y'all got him,

it's gonna keep him
close to home, right?

Travel will be minimal
and local.

He's all yours.

I'm so tired
of being on the road,

half the year away
from Stace and the kids.

I mean, phew,

this WITSEC thing
really could turn out to be

a blessing in disguise.

I have a question.

I can't play lacrosse any more?
Like, at all?

I'm afraid not, Bonnie.

You were all-state,
which is impressive,

but it makes you
very easy to find.

Okay, well, that blows.

Honey, I know,
but as long as we're

together as
a family and safe,

we're gonna get through this.

Hey, look at me.
We will.

I don't wanna take
half your sandwich.

And the feeling's mutual,
but you always do.

Don't worry,
I've learned to over-order.

- You're welcome, by the way.
- Oh, I can't.

We're interrogating sitters
for Norah today.

I wanna do this
on an empty stomach.

I'm, like, 12%
more judgmental that way.

- Just 12?
- Hey, hey, not so fast.

Pastrami keeps.
Hey, what's the deal?

Who knocked over J. Crew?

The Wilsons,
lovely people.

Cooperative, polite,
ready to start again.

They're creepy.
Stepford creepy.

They're like the fake family
in the frame.

- Here we go.
- What?

People can love each other
without drama, Mary.

Dysfunction does not
a family make.

Okay, look, all I'm saying
is you can't judge a book.

Ted Bundy played tennis.
You take my point.

They're the Wilsons.

Oh, crap.
Did I just sleep-eat?

Hey, did you hook me up with
that reservation at Andaluz?

Oh, man, Marshall--

I know you think
my anniversary is--

Hold on, anniversary?

You're dating.
It's not your anniversary.

It's just I told Abigail
to brace herself

for a big surprise,
which only pays off if I can,

you know, surprise her
with something.

Cross my heart
and hope to die.

I really mean
that last part.

Whoa!

What?

Mine didn't come
with a pickle.

That's so interesting.

- Oh.
- Hey.

Hey.
How do you do?

Put my stuff down.

Hey, so could I talk to you
for a quick sec, Mark?

- Yes.
- Awesome.

- Won't take long.
- One second here.

Is this a joke?

She's got
phenomenal references.

Oh, yeah,
I'm sure she does.

Look, Mark,
we're not hiring

some slutty hall monitor
to watch my kid.

And Erin Koester,
if that's her real name,

has a record.

Jaywalking.

It's a crime, Mark.
She did it twice.

She's a repeat offender.

Keep looking.

- I'll do my best.
- No, no, no.

No, don't do your best.
You gotta do better than that.

Do my best.

Come on, it's been a week.
Give me just one clue.

You're a detective.
I'm not giving you a clue.

Marshall, don't make me
bring in my forensics unit.

Hold on.

Saved by the cell.
I gotta call you back.

Hey, Stacy.

I don't know what to do,
Marshall.

- I got a call.
- Slow down.

John is in danger.

What do you mean,
he's in danger?

I need you to get over here
right now, please.

So Stacy says he's been
getting hang-ups on his cell?

Dozens. She's worried
Whitman's people

might've tracked them down.

We need to check John's phone,

every call,
incoming and otherwise.

Would've been nice
if he'd picked up.

Yeah, yeah.
Hey, check it out.

Where's he going?

Huh.

- That's not the car we got him.
- Mm-mm.

Run the plate.

Ooh.

Still wondering who
those hang-ups were from?

Talk about a fast operator.

The guy's been here a week.

Marshall, Delia,
this isn't what it looks like.

No? It isn't that you've
been in town for six days,

and you already
have a mistress?

This isn't cool, John.

This isn't goddamn France.

It's not--
she's not my mistress.

Look, I know
what you're thinking.

Daddy!

You came home early!

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

- Seven years.
- Seven years.

You led a double life
for seven years?

- Don't.
- I won't.

Won't say a thing.

It's awfully big of me,
wouldn't you say?

Get it, big-a-me?
'Cause, you know--

Got it.

As this case has gotten

unexpectedly larger
in scope,

I'm assigning
an additional inspector.

- This is inspector Shannon.
- How do you do?

So two wives,
two houses,

two sets of kids,
it's impressive.

Well done, I can barely
get down to the gym.

I kept one family in Tulsa

and the other one in Norman,
a few hours away.

Made sure my lives
never crossed.

Two names, two cell phones,
two everything.

My job allowed me to spend
a week with each family

on and off.

Holidays, I just made sure
I alternated,

kept things, you know...

Fair for everyone.

Oh, well, that's nice
you're fair.

And technically he hasn't
broken any bigamy laws

since he's only legally
married to Stacy.

Okay, I'm just trying
to keep up.

Stacy's the brunette?

The blonde.
But the brunette--

- Eve.
- Eve thinks--

Eve thinks
John's her husband.

How'd you pull that off?

I staged a wedding and printed
a phony marriage license.

Holy crap.

When'd you find the time
to shoot J.R.?

- Mary.
- I used a pseudonym.

John Wilson.

Eve thinks that
I'm John Wilson.

- Which is your WITSEC name.
- Unreal.

So now you're John Wilson
to both families.

It seemed easier.

Look, I never meant
for this to happen.

I was a happily married man,

and then I met Eve at one
of my client's offices.

She was a nurse.

It was love at first sight.

Mm, last of
the hopeless romantics.

I know how this all sounds.

Sociopaths always say that.
They don't really mean it.

I've taken care
of my families.

Paid the bills,
put food on the table.

Tables.

Other than this situation,

I've always been completely
honest with my families.

Okay, I love 'em.

All of them.

John, how on earth
did you think

you were gonna
get away with this?

I don't know.

If I hadn't gotten so many
calls from my wife--

You mean from your fake wife
intercepted by your real wife?

You've ruined
these women's lives.

Not to mention your children's.

How you gonna look
your kids in the eye?

Inspector.

Why don't you step outside,
get some air?

Okay, please, I know that
I violated my MOU

I completely screwed up,
and I am so sorry.

But my families
are in danger.

Are Stacy and the kids

just gonna get
kicked out of the program?

And what am I gonna do
about Eve and Lulu, huh?

I'll get AUSA Perillo
on the phone,

let him make that call.

In the meantime,
you sit tight.

All right?

Don't marry anyone.

I don't care what you say,

Stan gave you the hothead
heave-ho and not me.

That's it, every year
on this date, we're having cake.

You don't find
that guy repugnant?

No.
I find him common, typical.

It's a classic male fantasy.
It's Betty and Veronica.

He gets one
that's blonde and perky.

The other's a busty brunette
with spunk.

Doesn't make me angry.
It makes me yawn.

And this cynical
attitude of yours

has nothing to do
with your dad

and his proclivity
for multiple families?

Maybe save
the psychobabble.

Perillo wants Eve
and her daughter in a hotel

until he can do
a threat assessment.

Two questions.
How much do I tell her?

And can I be cuffed to John
when I do?

That's cute. You can tell Eve
all about WITSEC,

but any word of John's
other family is off limits.

We can't predict
how she's gonna react.

Yeah, she could go
full Bobbit on him.

Little chop-chop, snip-snip.

Yeah, well, just get Eve
and her kid set up and safe.

And no sharp objects.

Eve?

We're U.S. Marshals.
I'm inspector Shannon.

This is inspector Mann.

Yeah, John said
you were coming.

- Great. You ready?
- Almost.

He said to pack a bag
for a couple days.

Hey, Lulu, will you go run out
to the sandbox for a little bit?

- Cute kid.
- Thank you.

She's been a real trooper
with the move.

She's used to John
being away on business.

Is that how you two met?
On business?

Yeah, business.

And then we fell in love.

He has such a big heart.

We've heard.

Look, inspectors, I'm trying
my best to stay calm.

But what is this?

Eve, we can't--

John says you can't
hardly tell me anything,

even where he is.

But please.

Your husband,
he's a witness

in a major federal
investigation.

He's entered
Witness Protection,

and you may need to as well.

Witness Protection?

Yes.

Um, why didn't
he just tell me?

He said we had
to move to New Mexico

because he got a new job.

John has never lied to me
before about anything.

Eve, listen to me.

Right now we just
wanna make sure

you and your daughter
are secure.

You don't want
to scare Lulu, right?

And you need to stay calm.
Can you do that for me?

Yeah.

Good. Good.

Hey, baby.

This guy's a hall-of-fame
weasel, no one's arguing.

But his value's
hard to overstate.

Even if the marriage
to wife number two is illegal,

the kid's still his kid.

That means an additional
residence, additional stipend.

Oh, Perillo,
you're killing me here.

D.C. is up my ass
about the budget as it is.

Your ass has
my sincere apologies.

The decision's been made.

Perillo.

So both families
stay in WITSEC.

- No.
- No.

Yes, but on one condition.

Bobbit, Bobbit.

You have to keep going
back to that?

"Have to" is strong.

Both women need
to be told the truth.

- Good.
- Sweet!

Can I get
a backstage pass?

Actually, yes,
in a manner of speaking.

Guess who gets
to break the news.

Careful what you wish for.

I'm not following.

What do you mean,
"who do I think he is"?

Let's go simpler.

The name you know him by,
John Wilson,

is not his real name.

What?

His real name's John Arnett.

He's the oldest son
of Ron and Alice Arnett

who live just outside of Tulsa.
He has two younger sisters.

No, John's parents died
before we met,

and he's an only child.

Okay, this isn't
gonna be easy, but--

I'm sorry.

That's last Christmas.
Those are John's parents.

And who is that woman?

And those kids,
who are those kids?

Oh, my God.

So much less fun
than I thought it would be.

Funny story, your husband's
got another family.

Finkel couldn't do
the heavy lifting on that one?

She thought it would be best
if each wife heard the news

from an authority figure.

Pssh, authority figure.

She knows you hem
your own pants, right?

How'd original recipe wife
take it?

Hey, hey!
Stacy, no.

You screw another woman
behind my back!

You flashed that phony smile
at me on how many Christmases?

- And anniversaries?
- It's okay.

How could you do that?

To our kids?

You asshole!

Hey, hey!

It's okay, I'm fine.
Get off of me!

- All right.
- Stacy, listen.

We need to try
to keep this

out of the realm
of the physical, okay?

Now, I understand
your anger.

It is completely justified.

But just try to focus
on using your words.

My words.

Okay, I'll use my words.

Are you insane?

You cheating sack of--

You lied to me,

to my face,

to our children

for seven years.

What I thought
five seconds ago

was seven wonderful years.

Stacy.

- If I had known--
- Don't!

Don't you ever say my name.

John...

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

I won't deny
that what I've done is wrong,

but I did it--

I did it
because I love you.

Both of you.
I love your children.

And I know I lied
about a lot of things,

and for that
I am so sorry,

but the way that
I feel about you

and my commitment
to all of you

was not a lie.

Just keep your mouth shut.

You should've kept your goddamn
dick in your pants.

Hey, you think this
is just about sex?

I fell in love.

My God, don't you get
that that's worse?

I love both my families.

Now I know
this sounds ludicrous,

but you two
are the most beautiful,

amazing, kind women
in the world.

Yeah, that crap's
gonna fly.

That's why I busted ass
all those years,

so you could stay at home
and raise our kids.

It wasn't easy,
but it was worth it.

I mean, look at Bonnie and Ryder
and how happy they are.

And Lulu,
she's incredible.

I'm sorry.

Please, give me a chance.

We could start over,
keep our family...

- Don't say it.
- Together, you know?

I swear to God
he sells this,

he deserves
the Glengarry leads.

Guys.

- Take it outside.
- Let's go.

Are you kidding?
This is just getting good.

- Mary.
- Guys, out.

Wow.

Jesus, that was
a poop storm.

Yeah, no kidding.

That was like Kramer versus
Kramer versus Kramer in there.

Never in my life have I been
kicked out of a room.

Now twice in one week.
You're a bad influence.

Oh, man, it's Mark.
I gotta go.

We're narrowing down
candidates.

Good luck depriving
well-meaning people

of gainful employment.

Yeah, 'cause I need luck.

Delia.

We'll talk more, John.

Inspector Mann,
you ready to try again?

So we're just supposed
to stay together

in Witness Protection?

- All of us?
- Ridiculous.

What, we're all just supposed
to live here under one roof

like one big happy family?
That is insane.

It's insane,
and I'm not doing it.

You have the option of
remaining in WITSEC separate

from John
in different cities.

However,
we are advising you

to undergo two weeks
of family therapy first.

What?
Together?

As in all of my family,
my kids,

and then with her,
with John's little--

- Hey!
- Listen, like it or not,

Lulu is Bonnie
and Ryder's half-sister.

Oh, my God.

We need to help the kids
process this,

get everything
out in the open.

No more secrets.

We've arranged
for both families

to be placed
in the same hotel

while the therapy
takes place.

And what if I say no?

I'm not moving anywhere
until I talk to my kids.

Whatever their reaction,
the option to leave the program

is of course open
to all parties.

Good?

No.

Not good.

But fine.

Fine.

Daddy loves you
very much.

And just like everybody else,
daddy makes mistakes sometimes.

There we go.

Just take your time.
Thank you.

It's cool, we've got a lot
of time, so don't rush.

Yeah, thanks so much
for coming.

We'll let you know.
All righty then.

Uh, no.

Mary, she raised
seven children.

Yeah, when, 1912?
Forget it.

Norah's gonna be crawling
in five minutes.

Cross her off the list.

Good God,
this is endless.

Principal Stuber?

- What are you doing here?
- Mary.

I stopped being
Principal Stuber two years ago,

so "Joanna" will do.

Hey, Mom.
How was your flight?

It was wonderful.
Ohh.

Let me get my hands
on the little angel.

- There you go.
- Hello.

Mom knew we were
looking for somebody,

and she figured she'd help
until we figured things out.

Wow.

So you retired?
Hard to believe.

Just give up the iron fist
cold turkey?

Oh, I had enough of that.

With Mark's father gone

and you two
apparently allergic

to anything east
of the Mississippi,

- I had to come to you.
- Okay, but--

Mary, turn me down
if you want,

but sooner or later
you're gonna need me.

And my money's on sooner.

Look at this dinosaur,
sweetie.

From the Cretaceous period.

Can you say "Cretaceous"?

You know what,
I think she's hungry.

These people starving you?
Let's get something---

I hooked us up, right?
You happy?

No, not happy.
Unhappy, Mark.

That's Principal Stuber.
You should have told me.

This was supposed
to be a "we" thing, Mark.

Instead you go and
Pearl Harbor me with the stube?

Mary, we need help.

Fine.

Fine, for now.

But we're not done with this.

I gotta go.

Bye, Principal Stuber.

Call me Joanna.

Bye.

Is it a hot air
balloon ride?

- Yes, it is.
- No, I know you.

That's too easy.
That's a red herring.

It's not a red herring.
It's a lie.

There's a difference.

You are incorrigible.

Mm.

Ah.

I gotta take this.

The woman sure knows
when to call.

I'll start the pancakes.

- Hey, Oscar.
- Yes, dear?

I'm walking into
the Andaluz as we speak.

The great Stegosaurus hand-off
is minutes away

from scoring you
a primo table.

What do you want,
window, fireplace, kitchen-side?

I can definitely
score you kitchen-side.

Uh, window.
Fireplace is not so good.

I'm a tad xerodermic.

I don't know
what xerodermic means.

All I know
is when you say it,

it makes me want
to punch you in the throat.

- Holy crap.
- What?

Stan is here.

He's eating
with some glamazon.

Seriously,
she's buttering his biscuit.

Oh, I shouldn't. No, no, no.
I gotta watch my girlish figure.

Ah, from what
I saw last night,

your figure's
doing just fine.

Ooh, thank you.

Go, Stan.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

I take it back.
Stop, Stan.

Sweet Jesus, I'm gonna puke
in the planter.

- What?
- They're kissing!

Ugh, no, no,
make it stop.

Ugh, lots of tongue,

sloppy open-mouth
sandwich kinda deal.

Ugh, don't tell me that.
Why'd you tell me that?

Sorry, pal, I didn't want
to know it alone.

Mmm, I should go.

If I'm late to class again,

I'm gonna have to start
giving refunds.

Oh, my God,
they're coming this way.

This is too good
and bad.

I'm confused.

I'll see you when
I get off work, okay?

You work such long days,
Stanley.

- I wish you would tell me why.
- You know why.

I'm a U.S. Marshal.

Some things I just--

Yeah, there were some things
my ex wouldn't tell me either,

like credit card fraud,

gas station hold-ups.

Okay, sit down.

Make up your minds, people.

I'm gonna tell you
my big secret.

I used to...

Have a fro out to here,
a full head of hair.

Mutton chops to match.

That's a true story.

And I'm not a crook.

- Ugh.
- Get away.

Ugh, hold on.

Perillo's calling.
I'll talk to you later.

- The reservation.
- What's up, Perillo?

Damn it.

I got here
as fast as I could.

I thought Abigail was gonna kill
me for not eating her pancakes.

I'm gonna take that
literally or die trying.

Which one of the wives
are we dealing with here?

Hard to say.
Could be either.

Last night one of them
called Dr. Whitman's office

from a pay phone,
left a message

offering to give up
John's location.

Hell hath no fury
like two women scorned.

We're moving both families
to a secondary location.

This time everybody's got

around-the-clock
security details.

Lock it down. No phone calls
without permission.

For someone who just sipped
from the chalice of Eros,

- he's in a foul humor.
- Could just be sore.

Her legs go up
to his bald spot.

Doctor Whitman's out on bail,
pending trial,

but FBI's got eyes on him
and his guys ever since.

So every call into
that office gets recorded.

We have a warrant to monitor
all incoming and outgoing.

Thankfully we caught this

before the doctor
had a chance to hear it.

I know you want to hurt him.

He deserves to be hurt.
He's horrible.

You want to know
where to find him?

Be at this number
at 5:00 tomorrow.

Definitely female.

Yeah, and some sort
of Lady Vader thingy.

Voice morph app.

Which one do you want?

Pick a wife,
any wife.

No, I wouldn't do that.
I swear.

Okay.

But it'd be understandable
if you did.

And it's better
we know now.

I mean, I get how pissed off
you gotta be at John.

I'm upset, yeah, but--

That doesn't mean
I'd want him dead.

He's the father
of my children.

Look, I know that
I lost it when I found out

about everything yesterday,

but I would never wanna--

I would never hurt him.

I mean, I don't know,
don't they say

that it's always
the more quiet mousy types

you gotta watch out for?

Don't they say that?

We ran your
criminal record, Eve.

You wanna tell me about
your ex's motorcycle?

That was an accident.

I was a kid.

I was a hothead,

was years ago
before I met John.

Before we had Lulu.

I'm not saying
you made the call.

I'm just saying
if you did,

given what the guy
put you through,

I'd find it really hard
to blame you.

I'm telling you--

It wasn't me.

**** finished with the kids?

Yep.

Now she's in there
with the wives

actually earning
her paycheck this week.

- FYI, my money's on Eve.
- Based on what?

Ten years ago she went
demo-derby on her ex's Harley.

Said she's got things
under control now, but--

I don't know, Stacy's been
married to him longer.

More time invested,
more to lose.

Whatever, the only thing
keeping any man monogamous

is reactions like this
or, you know, worse.

Again with that, seriously?
'Cause no man deserves that.

Wait a minute, what? The guy
who couldn't stand to be

in the same room with John
is suddenly simpatico?

Oh, I see. You've got it too,
the Betty-Veronica complex.

The blonde work wife,

the underaged
brunette girlfriend.

Did you just call yourself
my work wife?

I think I did.

You and your daughter think
that I'm a home-wrecker!

Oh, what, and you're not?

I didn't even know about you!
You wrecked my home!

That is ridiculous!

And now you want to bring
my kids into it?

What is wrong with you?

I'm not bringing Bonnie
into anything.

She called me.

I told you--
I talked to you about that.

Enough, enough, enough!
Knock it off, both of you.

She's crazy.
Her and her daughter.

Eve, let's not make things
any more acrimonious.

Hey, you know what,
don't talk to me about it.

I'm not the one
calling people up

and lighting into them
like some kinda psycho!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's that mean?

I punished Bonnie for that.
I took away her phone.

Uh, may I see that, please?

If I speak with the tongues
of angels and have not love,

I am become a clanging cymbal.

Always with the quotes.

If I speak
with the tongues of angels

and have not love,
I am become a clanging cymbal.

- Great.
- Same voice modification.

Bonnie.

Bonnie!

Bonnie, you in there?

- Where is she?
- In her room. What's up?

- She's gone. Damn it!
- Oh, man.

Figure that drop's what,
8 feet?

Makeable for a kid
ofer age and agility.

- Son of a--
- Go, go, go.

Dude, when did you last
check on her?

- Ten minutes.
- Stan, reach out to APD.

We've got a missing kid.

Damn it.

I'm saying we gotta
two-track this.

It's not just Bonnie. We gotta
find the people she called.

We catch them,
we save the kid.

Mary's coordinating
with the FBI,

and we got an APB
out to the locals.

You know for sure
she made the call?

The voice modification
on her phone

matched the one
on the tape.

We're just lucky
she never reached anyone

in a position
to do anything about it.

God bless the boys in I.T.

I don't know how lucky
we should feel just yet.

Bonnie is still out there,

alone, vulnerable.

And still pissed off
at her dad.

If she makes
another call to Whitman--

He and his guys
will hop a flight

before the phone
stops ringing.

- McQueen.
- It's Delia.

I got John. Picked him up
from work unharmed.

- We're coming to you.
- He knows what's what?

I filled him in.

All right.
Get an ETA?

Not a good one.

We're going, like,
3 miles per hour.

Pile-up at the Lomas exit.

Traffic collision.

Average speed,
10 miles per hour.

Delia, I need
you and John here now.

Gonna get off
and take Central.

- Figure I'm there in 20.
- Oh, great.

Did you find her?

Please, just--
just tell me something good.

Our people are on it.

We have every resource devoted
to finding your daughter,

getting her safe.

Please.

I just, I can't believe
that she did this.

Well, given what
he's done to her,

to all of you,
I'm not surprised.

I can't imagine
what you must think of me.

Living in oblivion
for so many years.

Love makes us do things
we can't understand.

See things that maybe
aren't really there.

We're all capable of that.

Just please tell me
you'll find her.

Hey, big love.
It is just the two, right?

Tell me you don't have
a redhead stashed

behind door number three.

I'm just worried
about my daughter.

You have no idea
where she might have gone?

If she might
have maybe called someone,

- like a friend from before?
- I don't think so.

After Bonnie found out
about everything,

she wouldn't
even speak to me.

I mean, she was
already upset

about not being allowed
to play for Edison.

Top lacrosse team
in the state.

I'm kind of a fan.
Lacrosse has fans?

I tried to tell her
how sorry I was,

that all this
was for her own safety.

She wouldn't hear it.

We'll find her, John.
We will.

Mary?

If I were 14
and pissed off at my dad,

and he told me
where not to go--

Hey, Marshall, you feel
like taking a ride?

- Over there.
- John.

John!

John!

- Bonnie.
- Get away from me!

- Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie.
- Leave me alone.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

How could you do this?

I mean,
you need another family?

We're not enough?

- Is that it?
- No, of course not, honey.

Hey, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Mom was crying.

You made her cry for hours.

She couldn't stop.

Please, Bonnie.

Please, I'm begging you.

Please forgive me.

Forgive you?

Jesus, I don't even
believe you.

Bonnie!

Bonnie!
Oh, baby.

- I'm so sorry.
- Oh, baby, it's okay.

Thank God.
Sorry.

Thank God you're okay.

Oh, hi.

I missed you guys.

I missed you so much.

So they get
to stay in the program?

- You know, all of them?
- Yeah, talked to Perillo.

DOJ is gonna
let this die.

They see it for what it is.
Poor kid.

- Confusing time.
- Yeah, no kidding.

You wake up in the middle
of bizarre Brady Bunch,

not exactly easy
to stick the landing.

No, it's not.
But she'll get some help.

And she doesn't have to see
her father until she's ready.

We've arranged
to locate John

in the same city
as both families.

He'll have visitation,

but it'll be structured
and limited.

Hey.

Going from two families
to none, that's rough.

Dumb hump's lucky
he's in the same city.

Guy who treats
his family like that

doesn't deserve
a second chance.

- Something touch a nerve?
- You know what, Marshall?

Let's not try to connect
the dots, okay?

At least my dad took a little
time off between families.

It wasn't, you know,
concurrent.

Anyway, he didn't ask
for a second chance,

let alone deserve one.

Hey, so the reservation?

Oh, yeah, listen,
about that--

- Really?
- I left, like, 39 messages.

What do you want me to say?
I haven't heard back.

I've been planning
this for weeks,

down to the last detail.

Right,
so go somewhere else.

Oh, my God.

You got us in for Friday night?
No one gets in Friday night.

I do.
You're welcome, by the way.

I'll have to rethink
my approach,

but this is great.

She'll love this.
I don't know how to thank you.

Well, you can start by not
sounding so surprised.

I mean, just because I have
less than nothing in common

with your Southern fried
Avon Lady

doesn't mean I'm unwilling
to cosponsor

your lame-ass
dating anniversary.

You're sweet.

Yeah, well...

Good night.

Friday night
at my favorite range.

Your work wife
came through.

So everyone just--

that's what they call her,
my work wife?

Huh.

Nice shooting, Hopalong.

Oh, my God.

Marshall.

Take off your ears!

Would you--

Yes!

All right.

Yeah, way to go!

Everyone thinks
they want freedom,

or at least
they say they do.

The chance to choose
whatever they want.

But choices come
with consequences.

Every time you make a choice,
you also take a risk.

Risks that,
for better or worse,

alter your options
for the rest of time.

What's up, Delia?

All right, hang on.

I'm going to go
to another room.

Options.

Coke or Pepsi.

Betty or Veronica.

The wife you leave at work

or the one you come home to
at the end of the day.

Some people think
they can have it all.

I don't get that.

When did having enough
stop being enough?

And even if you did
have it all,

where the hell
would you put it?

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