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Previously on Army Wives...

Now I am hallucinating.

You work here?

She was with a man.

The kind of man
who wasn't her husband.

I'm not going to West Point.

- I thought that's what you wanted.
- It's what Dad wanted.

I can talk to your father.

I spoke to the boy about West Point.

He is absolutely going in the fall.
Did he tell you?

Yeah. Yeah. He told me.

It's Jeremy Sherwood.

Is your father home?

I hit my mother again, sir.

I should wipe this floor with your ass.

I know, sir.

You tell your father what you did.

He's gone. They deployed Delta Force.

They don't know yet if Frank is one of
the missing or one of the dead.

I'm sorry for everything I've done.

I never should have hit you.
It was wrong.

Mom! Come here.

He's alive.

He is?

Oh, God. I can barely stand it.
Where is he?

He'll be here soon.

Look how many people showed up.

This story has touched so many.

- I'm just glad we get a happy ending.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Somebody's going to have
a good night.

Denise!

Very nice.

Mrs. Sherwood?
I just want to let you know

your husband's a real hero of mine.

To all of us. I would've never been
able to be a paratrooper without him.

I'm just glad that
when Trevor goes over there,

Frank will be around to look after him.

Frank is coming home,
but so many families aren't that lucky.

That's what makes these things
so hard.

How long is Joan off post?

PTSD program is 30 days,
so 26 days more.

Mom, I think this could be him.

We welcome home
three brave soldiers.

Corporal Desmond Blair,

Staff Sergeant Nick Tavarez
and Major Frank Sherwood.

I've asked Major Sherwood
to say a few words for them.

I am proud to serve
with the 23rd Airborne Division.

Finest soldiers I've ever had the
privilege of fighting alongside.

I was with eight of them
when our chopper went down

outside of Sadr City.

Five of them died on impact.

The four of us who survived
made our way

to an abandoned structure
where we hid for several days,

and there one of them died.

Despite our best efforts
to keep him alive,

Private First Class Kevin Craddock
died in my arms.

That soldier was 19 years old,

just a year older than my boy.

A mother's joy, a father's pride.

I'm very proud of the Army
and I'm very proud of these soldiers

standing behind me

because we have been to hell
and back together.

Some dark hours.

What kept us alive,
what kept all of us alive,

was our families.

We needed to get home.

And our families brought us home.

Thank you.

It's like a memorial.

Well, everyone was so worried.

I didn't think I was ever going to
see you two again.

I prayed I would, but there were times
when... When I just wasn't sure.

We knew, Frank.

We knew that
you would come home to us.

So did Jeremy. He said it every day.

That's right, Dad. We never doubted.

I even re-spooled your fishing rods.
The trout are biting pretty hard.

Yeah, I bet they are.

You must be tired. Let's get you inside.

I'll get your bags.

Denise looked so happy.

Like hogs in the sun.

You just make them up as you go,
don't you? These expressions.

Oh, it is hotter than the hinges
on the gates of hell, isn't it?

Seriously, though,
I half wish I could've gone to the pool

with Trevor and the boys.

So why didn't you?

He wanted to get some
quality time with them before he goes.

Well, he just wants to make sure that
they remember him when he's gone.

You think?

Well, Chase was deployed
for the first year of Lucas' life.

He left before he was born
and he came back

after he was walking.

Had no clue who "Daddy" was.

Must've broken his heart.

Yeah, and mine.

It's a real fear for soldiers,
being forgotten by their children.

Well, then, why are they all gung-ho
to leave in the first place?

It's the military, sweetheart.

Army, unit, family.

In that order.

Lucas! Stop pushing your sister!

Almost 5:00.
Got to go pick up my little swimmers.

Just at retreat time, too.

Does anyone think it's kind of crazy
we all just agree to stop our lives

at 5:00 p. m. Every day?

You know,
I'm just used to crazy by now.

Katie, let go of your brother's neck!

- Come here! Both.
- I'm...

- See you later.
- Come here, both of you, now!

Come on, boys.
It's time to go.

- Careful.
That's mine.

Well, I found it.

Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Hey! Whoa! Hey!

It's both of yours. Now settle down.

All right. That's retreat.

Give it back to me! Get away, Finn!

Let go, dumb-dumb, or else I'm
gonna throw you in the water, head first.

Guys, stop. Stop.

No, you cut it out.

Okay. Hey! Enough!

Come here. Let's go. We're leaving.

- Got to get it.
- Give it... Give it back to me, dummy.

Would you just, like, you know,
grab the bag, please?

- Okay.
- Stop it.

Okay.

Dad, he called me the "S" word.

All right! Enough! Enough!

I have told you this time and time again
and you don't listen and I've had it.

Every day at 5:00
while you're on this post,

you will stop what you are doing,
you will turn,

and you're going to face the flag,
wherever it is,

and you're going to put your hand
over your heart.

Finn, this isn't funny.

You're going to put your hand
over your heart

and you're going to hold perfectly still.

And, in doing so,
you're going to be honoring the flag,

respecting the Army
and everyone who serves in it,

including me, your father.

You're going to do that
until the music ends.

Is that understood?

Is that understood, boys? Come on!

Yes, sir.

Thank you. All right.

Fine. If you want it so bad,
you take it.

It's hard to get a four-year-old
to stand still for a second,

much less 60 of them.

Baby, I know,

but they're military boys now.
They need to start acting like it.

I found it!

Boys, what are you doing?
Quit horsing around.

Guys, I told you... Finn, watch out!

Oh, my God. Trevor.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Fine.

Okay. What do you boys
have to say to Daddy?

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Okay.
Everybody in the car. In the car.

It's just bruised.

Yeah, it's real common for knees
to swell up like cantaloupes.

Maybe it's a sprain,
but either way, babe,

it's not that big of a deal.

Well, that can't be good.
Not at this hour.

Hello?

Yeah, hold on.

Do you know a woman
by the name of Mrs. Brooks?

Yeah. Why?

She's at Gate Four
demanding to be let in.

I showed you my license.
What else do you need?

My first report card? A pint of blood?

A marriage certificate?
I got three of them.

What are you doing here?

I told you she lives here.
Call me a damn liar.

Ma'am, I never suggested...

And that's a nice howdy-do.

You asked me to come visit, darling.
You remember?

That was me being polite
at the end of a phone call.

And even if I meant it,
the middle of the night?

Not usually the best time
to just drop by.

Okay. I got a bee in my bonnet
and hopped in the car.

And, yes, I should've called first.

I just wanted to see my grand-babies.

It's been almost a year.
And a son-in-law I never met.

And you.

Baby, I know we got
in a big old cat fight about my drinking,

but I'm cleaned up. Six months dry.

And I wanted you to see that, too.

Ma'am, I just need you to confirm
that this woman is your mother.

Yes, sir.

I'll have to get a commander's
permission in the morning,

but she's okay to stay the night.

Next time, you should call in a pass.

Well, if I'd known she was coming,
I surely would have.

Now I just can't for the life of me
understand all the fuss and fences.

Now, is it to keep people like me out,
or people like you in?

Okay. Enough.
Sorry if she gave you any trouble.

Welcome to Fort Marshall.

Bye.

- I don't know if he liked me.
- I don't think he did.

So, how long you staying?
- A couple days. Three tops.

So, how long you staying?
- A couple days. Three tops.

Why this is no bigger
than a doublewide.

- The four of you fit in here?
- Yup. We're comfortable.

Well, I can't imagine how.

Mrs. Brooks? Hi. Trevor LeBlanc.

I am so sorry we didn't get a chance
to meet sooner.

You mean like
before you married my daughter?

Pleasure. And you can call me Marda.

Now, I'm hoping this knee was
a byproduct of an illegal sexual act.

- Mother!
- Nice firm grip. You did good.

Well, so did you, ma'am.
You raised a hell of a daughter.

Well, now.

We are going to get along
just like fish and sticks, aren't we?

If you want to talk about it...

Are you saying I left a lot
out of my speech?

Well, I'm here if you change your mind.

You know, I got an email
from a friend of mine

at the West Point admissions office.

And I just don't understand
how that boy could be so short-sighted.

You know, West Point is just not
an opportunity that you pass up.

- Maybe he was afraid.
- He...

Sweetheart, I am...

I'm disappointed.
I'm really disappointed.

But, hey,

I'm alive. And I am home.

So I think
I've got some perspective on it.

Sweetheart, why didn't
you say anything to me, though?

You know, you looked me
right in the eye on that webcam.

And you... You knew.

Well, I just had to protect you
while you were overseas.

I don't need your protection,
sweetheart.

I need your honesty.

Mommy?

What, baby?

What's wrong? You have a bad dream?

I saw Daddy get shot.

Oh, honey.

Is Daddy going to get shot?

Oh, God, no, baby.
Daddy's going to be fine.

It's just a silly dream.

But it seemed so real.

Okay. Come on up here.

Here you go. There you go. All right.

- You just try to go back to sleep, okay?
- Okay.

Okay.

Mommy?

I heard noises.

Your sister had a bad dream is all.

But I'm scared.

Okay. Come here.

Come on. You too. Come on up here.

There you go.

All right. Come on. It's fine.

We're all going to be just fine.

I wish Daddy were here.

Me too.

Okay.

Morning, Dad.

Morning.

- So, you drink coffee now?
- Yeah.

- I missed you, Dad.
- I missed you too.

How long are you home for?

Well, comfort leave's 14 days.

I'll most likely redeploy
shortly thereafter.

Dad,
there's something I have to tell you.

I already know.

And I'm not going to pretend
that I'm not disappointed.

- I know, sir...
- Hey. Let me finish.

But I also can't deny that you're 18.

So if West Point's
not the place for you, then,

well, I'm just going to have to accept it.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

So, tell me, what are you planning
to do with your life instead?

Well, it's too late for me
to apply to universities,

so I'm gonna go
to junior college in the fall.

Any idea what you plan to study?

Yeah, I do.

See, Dad, the one thing I've learned
about living all over the world

is that I love the old cities.
Like, the old buildings, they've...

They have a real sense of history
to them and craftsmanship.

So, I want to major in architecture.

Well, that sounds like a plan.
Good for you, son.

And from one man to another,
thanks for taking care of your mom

while I was gone.

I got to go.

Morning.

Mommy! Grandma's here.

Yeah, I know, baby.
She got in late last night.

- How's your knee?
- It's better.

Hey. Got gravy on,
biscuits on their way.

How do you like your eggs again?
Over easy? Scrambled?

I don't like eggs.

Oh, right.

Mommy, look at this cool truck.

Wow. Where'd you guys get all this?

We got presents from Grandma.

You did? What for?
The next ten birthdays?

Oh, come on. It's my job to spoil them.
Right, boys?

- Right!
- Right!

Do you even know
when their birthdays are?

And Grandma Marda's
just getting started.

Wait till you see
what I have planned for you today.

All right. Grandma's going to go
make breakfast. Go play with your toys.

Well, he accepted Jeremy's decision

about West Point
a lot easier than I thought he would.

Really? Wow.

Of course,
he could never tell Jeremy this,

but he was actually relieved.

Architecture's safe. A desk job.
At least Jeremy would be there for me

if anything ever happened to Frank.

Has Jeremy told him yet?

About the times he's hurt you?

I don't think the time's been right
for either one of them.

You think I should tell him?
Would it be easier coming from me?

It's a tough call.

Jeremy needs... Jeremy needs
to take responsibility for his actions.

You also risk Frank feeling betrayed
by both of you.

I know.

It would just be so much easier
if Frank never found out.

Hi, it's Claudia Joy.
Just checking in on you.

This is my third message,
so give me a call.

Let me know you're all right.

Hey, stranger. It's Pamela.

As one abandoned spouse to another,
I could use a drink.

You available? Call me.

Hello, Roland. It's Denise.

I just wanted to see how you are.
Take care.

Hey, Roland. It's Roxy.

Just wanted to see what
you were doing.

Give me a call
whenever you get a chance.

Emmalin?

Does your sister know
you're using her makeup?

I'm just borrowing
some of her eye shadow.

Oh.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Okay. Nothing's wrong.

You're just in your sister's room
where you don't belong,

putting on her makeup.

She's never here.

She just got back home
and she's never even here.

Well, I don't know about "never,"

but right now she's running
some errands for me in town.

Sweetheart, if you miss her,
just tell her that.

Tell her you want
to spend more time with her.

She'd rather be making out with
Jeremy Sherwood than be with me.

What?

And we're sure it's true?

And we're sure it's true?

Well, I can't imagine
she'd make that up.

Thanks.

So, what do we do?

Ground her.

Take away the car, food, shelter...

Chain her to the radiator.
Think that will work?

Not in a court of law.

If we tell Amanda she can't see him,

that's only going to
make her want to see him even more.

And we don't know
how serious this is yet.

Then talk to Denise.

Frank just got home.
That's the last thing they need.

And what do I say to Denise?

"We love you,
we support you in all this,

"but we don't want your son
to date our daughter"?

I tell you what I think we should do.
I think we go over

and we talk to Denise and Frank
and we end the whole damn thing.

Neither of us likes this idea very much,
but we don't know how far it's gone.

Maybe we don't react, we take a beat,
and see how it plays out.

What do you think?

Can you do that?

VA inquiries should
be forwarded to Patient Services.

All VA inquiries should be forwarded
to Patient Services.

Chickenpox, ear infection
or stomach flu?

None of the above.

Biggest boy in the house hurt his knee,

so we're here
to make sure nothing's broken.

Uh-huh.

Hey, I called you the other day
and I never heard anything back.

Are you hiding out
or are you on the hunt for new friends?

Just working overtime, keeping busy.

Right.

You miss her.

There's nothing worse
than a quiet house

when you're waiting on someone.

Yeah.

I better get back.
I hope your husband's okay.

Thanks.

Hey, return some phone calls,
for crying out loud.

- Oh, my God.
- So, they're saying

that they can't do an MRI
till the swelling goes down.

They think I might have torn my ACL.

Which means...

Surgery. Six months physical therapy.

Looks like I won't be deploying
with my unit.

Well, that's not all bad, is it?

Come on.

You're late.

Sorry. I had to take Trevor
to the doctor.

He messed up his knee pretty bad.

Excuses are like backsides.

Everybody's got one and they all stink.

Okay, either I never noticed
your similarities before,

or you just channeled my mother.

People at table six need another round.

And why do I get the feeling
that I was just insulted?

She dropped in
out of the blue last night,

- just made herself at home.
- Your mama?

Well, you should bring her in.
I'd like to meet her.

No, you wouldn't.

Why? She loud, loose, or just mean?

All three and then some.

You know, I love my mother. I do.

It's just some people should have kids
and some people shouldn't.

Meaning you pretty much
raised yourself.

Of course, now no one will believe me.

Marda's got all the men in my house
just wrapped around her little finger.

Trevor likes his mother-in-law,
does he?

He liked her just fine when he was
a day away from deploying.

Not sure how he's going to feel
now that he's stuck at home.

- Did he hurt himself that bad?
- Yeah.

I'm half hoping for a medical discharge
so he'll stay home for good.

- Does that make me selfish?
- Yup.

Army's his identity.
Take it away, what's he got left?

- Thanks for telling your husband.
- What?

You told him about Eddie.
He and George are friends.

How else would George
have found out?

Okay, I did not tell Trevor, all right?

It had to be you.
You're the only one who knows.

Look, Marilyn, I understand
that you're upset, okay?

And maybe we can talk later,
but right now I'm at work, okay?

Please. Just admit it.

You told your husband
and it got back to mine.

No.

The only person
that I mentioned it to was Pamela.

And she swore to me
that she wouldn't say anything.

You... You told Pamela?

Look, maybe it's for the best.
Maybe, now that it's out in the open,

it'll help you make a decision
about what you really want.

God, I was so stupid.

I trusted you.

- Dad.
- Hey.

This thing must've shorted out.

These old lamps are pretty,
but you got to keep up with them.

Dad, I need to talk to you
about something. It's important.

Okay.

I don't know how to tell you this.

Jeremy, what is it? What's wrong?

I think I was confused. I don't know.

Angry, maybe,
because all the pressure. I don't know.

Maybe because I'm just scared.
But I messed up, Dad.

I messed up.

Forget it, all right?

West Point ain't the be all and end all.
Come on.

No. Dad, please just let me say it.

A couple times, I just, kind of...

Lost it and... And I hit her.

I hit Mom.

I didn't mean to. It would just happen.

I'm sorry. It's never going
to happen again, I swear.

I just hope that someday
you can forgive me.

What? You hit your mother?

How could you keep this from me?

Frank, I know it seems that way,

and I'm sorry, but you were gone
and I was taking care of this.

Jeremy and I were working it out. We...

The boy hit you. The boy hit you!

- Frank.
- No, Denise. How can you...

Frank, don't... Don't... Don't...

Fricking stupid damn thing.

Fricking stupid damn thing.

From now on, no more toys in the sink!

Got you!

Figures.

Roxy? Come on in!

I'm in the kitchen
impersonating my husband.

Hey. What are you doing here?

You finally got your chance, didn't you?

- I'm sorry?
- Don't play dumb.

Roxy admitted she told you
about Eddie and me

and obviously you told George.

Why on earth would I do that?

How many people did you tell?

I just said I didn't tell anyone.

And why should I believe you?

You lied to everyone about those twins
for nine months.

Okay. That's low, even for you.

And to tell you something, Marilyn,

I'm not going to deny disliking you
in a big way.

But here's the difference
between you and me.

I came clean and you haven't.

And for the record, I didn't tell anybody
about your stupid affair.

But you know what?
If you're so unhappy in your marriage,

why don't you do us all a favor
and get a divorce!

Get off post and get yourself a life!

I wish I could.

- Do what?
- Leave.

But I can't.

It's not just about George.
It's leaving everything.

This is the only life I know.

It's a slow night.

You lobbying to get home early?

Hardly.

Hey.

Hey. You springing for a sitter?
What's the occasion?

You told Marilyn
I knew about her affair?

Oh.

Yeah, I sort of did.

Why on earth...
Didn't we talk about this?

Yeah, it just... It slipped out.

She was insisting
that Trevor told George.

Roxy, you have no idea how awkward
this is going to be.

I'm sorry, okay? It's just...

God, between Trevor's knee
and my mom being here...

Trevor's knee?

Your mom?
The alcoholic hairdresser's here?

Trevor hurt his knee,
couldn't be deployed.

Mom arrives, wants a second chance.

She insists that she's sober,
but I don't believe it for a minute,

though a part of me really wants to.

So, you need an ear, shoulder,
stiff drink?

- Hawaii would be nice.
- Yeah.

So, how do you think
he found out, George?

Who knows?
I mean, Marilyn probably gave it away.

If she's as in love with him
as you say she is,

anybody could see that.

I really am sorry.
I should've warned you.

I know.

Hell with it.

Marilyn and I were never going to be
friends anyway. Why start now?

- All right. I got to get back.
- Okay. Thanks for stopping by.

When do I get to meet
this mysterious mother of yours?

First day of never,
if I have anything to say about it.

Okay. So, I'll come by tomorrow.

I'm going to raise you five.

Too rich for my blood. Fold.

What is that? Like four in a row?

What, is this a pity party
for my knee or something?

I strike you as someone
who cuts anybody slack?

How do you feel about being laid up
instead of being employed?

You mean deployed?

- It's "deployed. "
- Oh.

And to be honest,
I'm kind of upset about it.

I want to get over there.
It's my job and I...

I believe I can help, you know?

My daughter has been left alone
a lot in her life.

She'd never come around

to understanding you wanting
to leave her.

So you'd do well
to keep that one to yourself.

Hey.

You know, I got a place right out here
for entertaining guests.

It's called a living room.

And these boys should be
in their own beds by this hour.

Oh, calm down. Don't get your panties
in a wad about it.

Excuse me.

This is my house
and if I want my panties in a wad,

they can stay that way.

Rox. Babe. Just chill, okay?

Oh, like you, you mean?

How many beers did it take you
to get that way?

Look, I'm not working,
I'm not deploying.

I might as well
be enjoying myself, right?

Damn straight.

Give me my money.

And what about you, Marda?

Water, straight up, no chaser.

And I prefer to be called "Mom,"
thank you very much.

Yeah, well, you were
"Sister" growing up, remember?

Hey, baby. Got to get you
in your own bed. Come here.

I'll get the other one.

- Okay.
- Okay, big guy.

Let's go.

What are
you feeding those boys?

Little one doesn't weigh any more
than a sack of feathers.

Well, I'll tell you what I don't do.

I don't give them a ten dollar bill,

send them to the corner store
while I'm bowling all night.

You ever get tired of
playing that old record?

That husband of yours? A keeper.

Unlike your first one. Dumb as a box
of nails and a beater to boot.

So I'd say your man-picking's
mightily improved.

Because this one is sweet, smart...
Little nuts about the soldier thing,

but I can live with that.

Puts a decent roof over your head.

Neighbors can see up your nightshirt,
but at least it's a house.

And I got my thoughts about you

letting my grandkids
call him "Daddy" already.

You haven't even spent
a Christmas together,

but I guess I can live with that one, too.

Why'd you do that?

Because I am so tired
of you judging my life.

I'm your mother.
I'm supposed to judge your life.

Just like my mother did mine.

- Why are you here?
- I told you.

No. Every time you show up,

doesn't matter how you gift-wrap it,
you always bring a box of trouble.

So, what is it this time?

I don't understand why you're always
like that with me.

Where does that anger come from?
Okay, yeah. I get it once.

But I'm different now.

Have you even really looked at me?

I'm trying so hard to be your friend.

Well, I've got friends.
So tell me, what is it?

I lost my house.

Lost the salon.

I got no place else to go.

Frank.

- No, I want him gone.
- No, no. Don't do this.

I can't look at him. That's why I left.
Otherwise, I would have killed him.

Okay, please, stop. Just listen to me.
You cannot do this.

What he did was unforgivable!

No, what he did happened to me

and I am working on forgiving him,
but that is my decision!

Any man who hits my wife
might as well have hit me!

- Dad.
- I don't want you anywhere near her.

Ever! All right? I will never feel
this kind of shame again!

Now you get out of my sight. Get out!

Get! Get out!

He's our son.

That is not the boy I raised.

I don't know who the hell that is,
but as far as I'm concerned, he's dead.

Frank. Hi.

- I'm sorry to be coming so late.
- No, it's fine. Please.

We're all so glad
to have you back home.

- How you feeling?
- Fine, ma'am.

- Is your husband at home?
- Yeah. Yeah, I think he's in the office.

Frank, is anything wrong?

I'd prefer to speak to your husband
about that.

Sure. Go ahead in.

Sir, permission to enter?

Frank. Of course.

Is there a problem?

I just wanted to thank you for
assisting my wife during my absence.

So, Jeremy told you.

Yes, he did.

And the situation at home
is now under control.

I see.

Now I'm assuming that something
of this personal a nature

would be kept confidential
and off the record?

Of course.

Frank, I'll be honest with you.

Jeremy asked me to help him
and that's what I intend to do,

with your permission, of course.

Look, if you want to help him, fine.

Just leave me and my wife out of it.

Frank. I know how angry you must be.

- But your son...
- No.

I said thank you for stepping in.
I appreciate it.

But that's the end of it.
That boy's no longer my son.

Now, sir, if you'll excuse me.

So, Marda's trying to get a loan
so she can buy her salon back.

She's hoping to get the money
by the end of the week

and then she'll be gone.

That's fine. She's welcome.

What about you? Are you fine?

Hmm?

About staying home
and not deploying?

Yeah.

I know this is going to be really hard,
isn't it?

It's just I don't know what else
I can do for this Army

other than what I was trained for.

Well, they said they could get you
a desk job, right?

Look, I know.
It's nowhere near an airplane.

I'm sorry, Trevor.

But we don't know yet about your knee,
so you've got to stay positive, okay?

Because, you know,

there are so many other things
that you can do,

even with a bum knee.

Yeah?

Things that you can do here,

that you couldn't do over there.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.

Sir?

- Jeremy.
- Is Amanda home?

She went out.

I need to see her, sir.

Would you please tell her
I stopped by?

Tell her I'll call her when I can.

I'm afraid I can't do that, son.

Look, I know you took the first step
and told your father

and I respect you for that.

But I have my daughter
to think about here.

I don't want you to see her, Jeremy.

Please, sir.
I've got no one else to talk to.

Look, I know
you're going through hell, here,

but I'm only going to say this once.

You may not see Amanda
until you've earned my trust.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- All right. Go on.

Oh, my God.
And you haven't heard from him?

No. Nothing.

He didn't tell Michael anything.
He just asked for Amanda.

Do you think
Amanda knows where he is?

I could ask her.

- Would you? Please?
- Of course.

I just need to know that he's all right,
that he's safe.

I mean, I can't believe this.
I have no idea where my son is.

Jeremy will call you.
You have to trust that.

No, you didn't see Frank.
I have never seen him that angry.

I mean, I don't think
that he will ever forgive Jeremy.

He's not even talking to me right now.
We just exist in this house.