Previously on "Army Wives"...
(Grunts) (Gun and mortar fire)
(Grunting)
(Gasps and cries)
(Grunts)
(Voice breaks) He hasn't touched me since he's been back.
Oh, Holly.
(Sniffles) What if he doesn't love me anymore?
Tell me, Doctor, how's he doing?
He may never regain full use of his hand.
What if you have to leave the army?
I'm gonna be back to work in no time.
So how'd you like to go out to dinner tonight?
Sure.
(Jackie) I mean, he keeps acting like he's over Gloria.
(Denise) Mm. But he's not.
He's got it bad for that girl.
I just don't like the thought
of you sleeping at The Hump bar.
It's only temporary,
until my landlord finishes painting my new apartment.
(Electricity pops, flames crackle)
What am I doing here?
(Crackling)
(Fan whirs)
(Sighs)
(Crackles)
(Exhales)
(Door rattles)
Gloria!
(Fan whirs)
Gloria!
Come on. Open up.
Gloria, come on!
(Rattles door)
(Alarm ringing)
(Flames crackling)
Gloria!
(Ringing continues)
Okay.
(Hissing)
Oh, my God.
Call 9-1-1.
(Hissing continues)
We'll have the investigator here in the morning.
But it looks like a combination
of an overloaded circuit and a faulty breaker.
You need to get your entire electrical system checked out.
Absolutely.
How come the sprinklers didn't go off?
Oh, they would have eventually,
once the fire really got going.
A lot of good that would've done.
Well, as it turns out,
the sprinklers would've done more damage than the fire.
This young man saved you a fortune,
maybe even your life.
Right.
Get this stuff checked out.
Believe me, I will. Thank you.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
(Emergency radio chatter)
(Sighs)
(Chuckles)
How'd you even know I was here?
My mom.
Of course.
(Chuckles)
So what,
you're my knight in shining armor now?
(Huffs)
(Chuckles)
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Rise and shine, sleepyhead.
(Exhales)
Five more minutes.
Come on. You'll be late for formation.
(Sighs)
My head...
Uncle Jim's recipe for hangovers.
We have buttered toast, tomato juice,
and two aspirin.
(Exhales deeply)
Come on. You gotta eat something.
(Groans)
I can't keep that down.
It'll make you feel better.
(Exhales)
(Sets dish down)
(Groans)
You were pretty out of it last night, Tim.
(Sighs) I know. Sorry.
(Sets glass down)
It's not like you. You don't even drink.
It was a party... for Hector.
I was just trying to keep up.
But you're not legal.
I think I've earned the right to drink, Holly. Okay?
(Door slams)
(Eddie) Don't forget, if you're sticking around for block leave,
to let me know.
All right. That's it for me.
Lieutenant Clarke has one more bit of business.
Lieutenant.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Turns out our fallen brother PFC Green
requested some of his insurance money
be set aside for a platoon party.
Sergeant Hall will post a list of designated drivers,
and you will use them leaving the party.
No DUIs. Am I clear?
(Platoon) Yes, sir.
Festivities begin tomorrow at 6:00 PM at The Hump bar.
Green's parents have come in from Tennessee,
so I expect to see you all there.
(Platoon) Oo-ahh.
Dismissed.
Hey.
You want to hang out today?
I got a bunch of errands, Truman.
I don't mind tagging along.
(Huffs)
Don't you have a wife to go home to?
Well, yeah, sure.
I just thought maybe you'd want some company.
That's all.
I'm good. Go home.
(Eddie) I went to see Corporal Montclair yesterday,
and he is concerned about being medically separated.
(Sighs) His arm isn't getting better?
The odds are not good, sir.
I mean, if anybody can gut it out, it's Montclair.
But... there just may be too much damage.
Ah. That's tough.
Yeah, well, medical review board's coming up,
and he said that he would do anything to stay in--
reclass, whatever.
I've been making inquiries, and I was wondering, sir,
maybe there's a way you could help.
I'll certainly look into it, Sergeant.
(Taps)
(Pops)
Well?
(Metal scrapes)
You've got a blown head gasket.
(Clears throat) That doesn't sound good.
I added coolant, but you gotta take it to the shop right away.
Really? I can't just ignore it for a while?
You could ruin the engine.
That'll be a whole lot more money
than what you're facing now.
(Exhales deeply)
Problem?
It's just, my checkbook
could use a little wiggle room this month.
You know what? I might have some block sealant.
That should buy you some time.
(Exhales) Thanks, Maggie.
And look, if you need any help--
No, no, no, no. Let's give that block sealant a try.
Sure.
Thanks.
(Sighs)
_
(Indistinct conversations)
All right. Why don't you lay her back down
and get her blood pressure?
When's the next airlift?
Tomorrow.
All right. Let's make sure she's on it.
- Right. (Man) - Daniel!
Marco.
Hi.
When did you get in?
Ah, just last night.
Denise, Dr. Marco Sanchez.
Marco, Denise Sherwood.
Hi.
Hello. Marco and I met two years ago
when I was down here for cholera vaccinations.
He runs the finest clinic on the island.
I used to. Came down in the quake.
- I'm sorry to hear that. - Ah, we'll rebuild.
But, uh, don't let me keep you.
Maybe tomorrow you'll come with me into town?
We could use some more help.
I'd be happy to. (Sighs)
Okay. Nice meeting you, Denise.
Same here.
All right. Let's have a look at that leg.
(Jackie) There you go.
(Children speaking indistinctly)
Jackie.
Hey, Joan.
(Chuckles) What are you doing here?
Denise is on a relief mission to San Mateo
to help earthquake victims.
Oh, that's great.
Yeah, she really wanted to go, so I said I'd look after Molly.
It's only for a few days.
Mm. Well, a few days can be a lifetime with a 2 year old.
(Exhales) Yes. I'd forgotten. (Laughs)
(Laughing)
(Sighs)
What are you doing out of uniform?
I'm taking a bit more personal time
now that my retirement's coming up.
Good for you.
(Taps arm) And congratulations, by the way.
Thank you.
(Mouths word)
Hey, how about coming over tomorrow
for a playdate--
otherwise known as "shared exasperation"?
(Inhales deeply) Sounds like a plan, Colonel.
(Both laugh)
(Motor whirring)
Okay, next item.
Our aid and evacuation support continues to San Mateo.
Colonel Young, any updates there?
Sir, one airstrip in San Mateo is still functional.
Communication is limited, but we're making due.
The next sortie flies tomorrow.
Glad to hear it.
Next up, Colonel Jenkins,
where are we on the revised maintenance budget?
Colonel Young.
(Huffs)
How have you been?
Fine, sir.
Good. How's Jordan?
She's great. Thank you.
Though, I must admit,
it's strange hearing "army strong" all the time.
Ah, you'll get used to it.
I doubt it. (Laughs) (Laughs)
How is your daughter?
Emmalin is currently performing in Italy
with her college choir.
Wonderful. (Chuckles)
(Laughs) Yes, it is.
Well, have a good day.
You, too, sir.
(People speaking indistinctly)
It's all good, Rox.
I talked to the insurance company, and we're covered.
Yes, I'm sure.
Stay home. (Chuckles)
Everything good in Tacoma?
(Laughs) Right.
♪
Right.
Look, I'll give you an update tomorrow, okay?
All right. Bye, boss.
Hey.
Wow. It's almost as good as new.
Yeah, they work fast.
What can I get you?
Ten minutes of your time.
Come on, Pat.
No, I'm serious.
We didn't really get the chance to talk last night,
and I did save your life.
Or at least your woodwork.
(Chuckles)
So apparently I dumped you?
Not apparently. You did.
No, I didn't.
You told me not to contact you.
For the good of the platoon.
Well, hooray for the platoon.
Come on, Gloria. Hector was in my unit.
Yeah? Well, I'm not.
All I asked was just to put things on hold
until I got back.
Right. That may work for you, Pat,
but it doesn't work for me.
One day we're on, the next day we're off?
I can't live like that.
I never stopped thinking about you.
Don't look at me like that.
Is there any way we could just start over again?
At least just tell me you'll think about it.
Gloria.
Yeah. Okay. I'll think about it.
(Paper crinkles)
- Just give me $5 back. - Oh, thanks.
(Sighs)
(Sniffles)
(Money rustles)
What the hell is this?
Is there a problem?
I ordered extra pepperoni.
If you call the store, they'll give you a credit.
I don't want credit. I... I want what I ordered.
What's wrong?
Look at this.
It looks like pepperoni to me.
It's not extra pepperoni.
They screwed it up.
It's okay.
No, it's not... okay.
Ignoring details gets people killed.
Don't you know that?
Look, I just deliver what they hand me, okay?
It's fine.
Here's your change.
(Clanks) Thank you.
(Door closes)
It's not that bad, Tim.
Look, you can have my pepperoni--
The order's wrong! I'm not eating it.
Tim.
(Slams)
(Coughing)
Try to relax, honey bunny.
Breathe, okay? (Continues coughing)
Hang in there, Gabe.
Deuce, come over here and watch your brother
while I run next door.
Okay. (Coughs)
Gabe, honey. I'll be right back, okay?
(Coughing)
It's all right, Gabe. Breathe.
(Knock on door) (Latasha) Maggie.
Hey.
Hey. I know it's my day to carpool,
but can you run the kids to school?
I have to take Gabe to the ER.
Oh, my God. Not again.
He's been up coughing all night.
Now he's running a fever.
It's probably another infection,
but I don't want to take any chances.
No, of course not. Call me.
Let me know what's going on, okay?
- Okay. I will. Thanks. - Okay.
(Jackie) Do you want to try using a spoon
like a big girl?
Come on. (Speaks indistinctly)
What's that-- oh, did it get out of the bowl?
Let's put it back in the bowl. Yeah.
Why don't you just feed her in the bathtub
like you did with me?
(Laughs) That's plan "B."
(Laughs)
Oh, dad says hi.
Oh? When did you speak with him?
This morning.
I needed some advice.
One of my soldiers may be medically separated.
So how can your father help?
Just wondering if there's any way
we could keep the guy in uniform.
He's got a family.
What did he say?
He said a few years ago, maybe.
Wounded soldiers could change MOS
or pull lighter duty.
But... (Inhales) today, with the reductions in force,
the army's looking for reasons to get rid of guys.
That's tough.
Yeah, it is.
(Sighs)
This guy would've taken a bullet for me.
In a way, he did. I feel responsible.
I know you do.
(Knock on door)
Hey. Thought you might like these.
Thanks, Sergeant.
You know, to tell you the truth,
I'm sick of reading.
I'm sick of looking at this TV.
I'm sick of hospitals.
I need to get outta here.
You will soon enough.
Kills me that I gotta miss Green's party tonight.
Hey, we'll do some drinking for you.
(Both chuckle)
No offense, Sergeant,
but I like to do my own drinking.
(Chuckles) Roger that.
I spoke with the Lieutenant,
and he's doing what he can.
So...
you think his old man will be able to pull some strings?
Well, if anybody can, it's the Division Commander, right?
Right.
(Exhales) Gabe's sleeping on the couch.
Good.
Poor baby's exhausted.
How about you?
Oh, don't worry about me. Latasha's indestructible.
(Chuckles) Oh, right. (Laughs)
Gabe will be back to his old self
once the antibiotics kick in.
How often does he get these infections?
Too often.
Sometimes I feel like the ER is my second home.
Blood tests, antibiotics, X-rays, IVs,
bronchodilators...
(Sighs) You have any idea how much that stuff would cost
without insurance?
(Sighs)
I don't know what we're gonna do
if Quincy has to leave the army.
And if he can't use his hand,
he can't go back to being a chef.
And that's all he knows.
You can't worry about that right now.
Mm. Somebody has to.
We're barely keeping our heads above water as it is.
And now with the car going, it's just... ugh.
Look, um...
I talked to Eddie, and if you need money--
Oh, no. No, thank you.
It's not a problem, Latasha--
I have never borrowed money in my life.
And I don't plan to start now.
We'll be okay.
We'll get by. We always do.
Better go check on my angel.
Colonel Givens, to what do we owe the pleasure?
I'm used to seeing Colonel Young in that chair.
Colonel Young's flying a medevac to San Mateo, sir.
She didn't mention anything about that the other day.
Kat likes to get her hours in, sir.
Roger that.
(Taps files on table)
(Engines whirring)
(Clicks seat belt)
(Man) Eva-One-Zero, you are cleared for takeoff.
Cleared for takeoff, Evac-One-Zero.
Lineup checklist.
(Switches click)
(Engines whirring)
(Engines roaring)
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey.
Everything okay at home?
Yeah. Everything's fine.
Yeah? How's Tim doing?
Hey, Hector.
Hey, Holly.
Excuse me.
(Exhales) Can I get you something?
Nah.
What happened?
A little electrical fire, that's all. What's up?
There's a great band playing at The Zenith next Thursday.
I was thinking, we get tickets,
grab dinner before the show.
Mm. I don't know, Hector.
Come on. We had a good time the other night, didn't we?
(Laughs)
I promise, I'll be the perfect gentleman.
Oh, that'll be the day.
(Both laugh)
Oh, okay.
Great. I'll, um... I'll call you.
All right.
(Indistinct conversations continue)
(Sighs)
(Thunder rumbling)
How does that feel? Can you wiggle your fingers?
Um, uh, dedos?
Yeah. Good.
Denise! Denise!
(Panting) A building collapsed.
Dr. Seaver's inside.
(Engine whirring)
(Thunder rumbling)
Got it? Okay.
(Indistinct conversations)
Here. Yeah.
Dan, it's me.
Hey, can you feel your legs?
Oh, yeah, I can feel my legs.
Okay.
Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here.
Yeah.
(Exhales) Okay, okay.
Ah.
Ah!
(Indistinct conversations continue)
All right. Uh, he could have serious internal bleeding. (Dan groans)
I know, but our hospital's destroyed.
He has to get to the States.
The medevac plane is still here.
Get him to the airstrip as soon as you can.
I'll hold the plane. Okay.
(Jangles keys)
Here. I'll get him there. Don't worry. Go.
(Pants and groans)
(Engine whirring)
Better get moving, ma'am.
That storm's coming in fast.
That's the last one.
(Thunder rumbling)
(Motor whirring)
(Denise) Excuse me! Hello!
Are you the medevac pilot?
Yes. I'm Colonel Young.
I've got a badly injured man on his way here.
Uh, we've got to take off now, ma'am.
There's a big front coming in.
No, you don't understand.
He's an army doctor from Mercer Hospital.
He's been volunteering here. A building collapsed on him.
And who are you?
I'm Denise Sherwood, a nurse practitioner at Mercer.
My husband is Colonel Frank Sherwood.
He's Commander of the 1st Brigade, 32nd Airborne.
How far away is this doctor?
They're bringing him in now.
I've got a plane full of patients needing urgent care.
If I don't take off before that storm hits,
we'll all be stranded here.
I understand,
but if you could just give him a few more minutes.
He'll die otherwise.
(Engines whirring)
Five minutes.
Ma'am, we may not have five min--
Get things ready, John. I'll be right there.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
(Thunder rumbles)
General.
Colonel, sit.
Sir.
I was in the neighborhood,
wondering how our aeromedical mission is doing.
Funny, I was wondering the same thing, sir.
What do you mean?
The aircraft is still on the ground,
and there's a tropical storm moving in.
What's the delay?
No idea, but I intend to find out.
(Phone receiver clatters, clicks keypad buttons)
It's Colonel Givens.
(Engines whirring)
(Thunder rumbling)
Time is up.
Please. I can't jeopardize the mission.
- One more minute. - I don't have it, ma'am.
I really don't. I'm sorry. Good luck.
(Thunder rumbling)
They're here!
Th-- they're here!
Colonel Young, they're here.
Okay. Load him up and lets get going.
(Rumbling continues)
How's he doing?
- He's hanging in. - You're gonna be all right.
Hey.
Okay. We'll get you in there.
(Tailgate clatters and squeaks)
(Truck engine starts)
There doesn't appear to be any spinal involvement.
Left leg is badly fractured, and BP is weak.
Thank you, Doctor. We'll take it from here.
(Thunder rumbling)
He needs an ultrasound to assess any internal bleeding.
They'll take care of him.
Okay. And can you set up an IV? He needs blood.
I can't treat him, Marco. Air Force personnel only.
But don't worry, he's in excellent hands,
and I'll stay with him.
Okay. Thank you.
No, thank you.
Godspeed, Daniel.
- I'll see you, Marco. - Okay.
(Jangles keys)
Hey.
(Thunder rumbling)
(Engines whirring)
(John) We're ready to move, ma'am.
Good. Let's get outta here.
(Engines roaring)
(Clattering)
Roger that.
(Receiver clatters)
Bird's in the air, sir.
They're gonna touch down at Homestead
and offload patients.
Thank you, Colonel.
Sir. Anytime.
(Sighs)
(Sighs deeply) _
(Man) Bye, thanks.
Help you?
Yes. Um, I have some pearls.
Let's have a look.
Those are Akoya pearls with an 18-karat white gold strand.
They belonged to my grandmother,
so do not try to lowball me.
Okay. (Chuckles)
(Sighs)
Mm.
(Engines whirring)
How's he doing?
We're still monitoring the internal bleeding.
What about his fracture?
It's stabilized.
They'll take care of that at Homestead.
Denise.
Dan, don't talk. Just rest.
Thank you.
(Monitor beeping erratically)
Nurse! BP's crashing.
He's bleeding out.
Giving the patient type O-negative
with normal saline at 125.
Pressure is 75 over 40 with a rate of 151.
(Beeping continues)
I spent so many years being busy all the time,
I am having to learn how to slow down.
I know. (Chuckles)
I think I paced in circles for a week
after I became an empty nester. (Chuckles)
(Laughs) It's strange.
You deserve a break, Joan.
23 years of service is a remarkable accomplishment.
Mm.
I always thought I'd stay in forever,
but, um...
this last year has really put things in perspective.
What will you do in Baltimore?
Ooh, I'm not sure exactly.
Uh, first we have to find a home near good schools,
and then... I don't know.
I might coach track someplace.
- Really? - Yeah.
It was my track coach who really turned my life around.
So I'd like to have that same impact on kids in need.
I'm sure you will.
(Engines roaring)
You got this?
Yes, ma'am.
I'll be right back.
We're about 40 minutes out from Homestead.
How's he doing?
Mm. Not good. A lot of internal bleeding.
He needs surgery.
Good friend of yours?
Thank you for waiting.
I know you didn't have to.
Well, we will do everything that we can
- to get him on the ground as quickly as possible. - Great.
Stay strong.
(Exhales deeply)
You remember Greenie's impressions?
Oh, yeah.
(As Marlon Brando in "The Godfather") Now listen,
whoever comes to you with this, um,
barzini meeting,
he's the real traitor.
Don't forget that.
(All laugh)
Wait. What was that?
(Normal voice) It was Marlon Brando.
"The Godfather."
Or Jack Nicholson?
(As Jack Nicholson in "Batman") This town needs an enema!
(Laughs) That's good.
- Ahh. - Oh, man.
♪
Thought you could use a reload, soldier.
Thanks.
(Sighs)
Good turnout.
Yeah.
Yeah, Green was a good soldier.
They all were.
♪
It was my job to bring 'em home, Mags.
You did everything you could.
No.
I looked Latasha right in the eye,
promised her I'd bring Quincy back safe,
and now...
there's a good chance he'll be medically separated.
It's that bad?
(Exhales) Yeah.
(Indistinct conversations) They're here.
♪
Excuse me.
Mr. and Mrs. Green?
Hi, I'm Staff Sergeant Eddie Hall.
I was Ethan's platoon sergeant.
Oh, Sergeant, I'm so pleased to meet you.
I'm Reba, Ethan's mom, and this is Charles, his daddy.
Sir. This is my wife Maggie.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you. That's very kind of you.
Sergeant, I have to tell you
that Ethan would just go on and on about you,
how much he looked up to you.
That's right.
Well, he was an outstanding soldier, ma'am.
And he died a hero, defending his brothers.
Well, is that so?
Ethan was an only child.
So I guess he needed some brothers around him.
I don't know if he told you, Sergeant,
but Ethan wrote that he wanted to re-up,
wanted to be an NCO like you.
No, sir. I wasn't aware.
You were an inspiration to him.
I'm honored to hear it, ma'am.
Let's, uh, let's go meet the rest of the guys.
(Indistinct conversations continue)
(Engines power down)
Denise.
I just heard from Homestead.
Dr. Seaver is out of surgery and doing well.
Thank you.
- I thought you'd want to know. - Mm.
I'm really glad it worked out.
Me, too. (Chuckles)
Michael, what are you doing here?
I saw your name on the manifest.
I heard what happened to Dr. Seaver.
Just wanted to see how you were doing.
Well, great thanks to Colonel Young,
who did an amazing job.
Um, have you two met?
Yes, we have. Nice to see you, sir.
Same here, Colonel.
I heard things got a little dicey getting outta there.
(Denise) Are you kidding? She flew right into a storm
because she waited for Dr. Seaver to get there.
She saved his life.
Really?
Just another day at the office, sir.
How do you two know each other?
Denise was Claudia Joy's best friend.
Of course. You spearheaded the memorial project.
That was a beautiful job.
Thank you.
I thought maybe you could use a ride.
Oh, that's really thoughtful, Michael.
Colonel, you need a lift?
Uh, no, thank you.
I've got some things to wrap up.
If you'll excuse me, sir.
Of course.
(Engines whirring)
So, uh, do you have any bags?
No, no. They'll ship 'em back.
Oh, that makes it easy. Let's go.
- I'll take that. - Thanks.
(Silverware clinks against glass)
Could I have everyone's attention, please?
(Indistinct conversations)
Come on. Come on.
We're here today to celebrate the life of our brother
Private First Class Ethan Green.
(Cheering)
It was his wish we gather as a platoon,
remember all our good times together.
And I'd like to thank his parents, Charles and Reba,
who came out all the way from Tennessee
to make this possible.
(Cheering)
Please be sure to meet them,
share a couple of stories about Greenie,
but keep 'em clean.
(All laugh)
I've got one story I'd like to share.
It happened just after I got to Reno.
(Man) Hey, look who's here.
(Indistinct murmuring)
What's everybody staring at? I thought this was a party.
Sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant.
No worries, Corporal. My story can wait.
No offense, Lieutenant,
but, uh, nobody likes your stories anyway.
(All laugh)
It's good to see you, Corporal.
(Laughs)
Didn't know you would be getting out so soon.
(Laughs) Neither did the doctors.
What happened?
I persuaded 'em.
That's a polite way of saying he harassed them,
said if they wanted to stop him,
they had to put another bullet in him.
(All laugh)
You didn't really say that.
Yeah, he did. (Laughs)
You know I hate to miss a good party, sir.
Speaking of which, where's my beer?
Coming right up.
(Quincy chuckles)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Heavy automatic gunfire)
Tim?
(Cries) I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh. Oh, God, honey. What's wrong?
Hector.
(Crying)
What's wrong?
(Continues crying)
Greenie's dead.
It's okay.
He's dead.
It's okay.
(Sobs)
(Sighs)
You know what? Let's, uh, let's get him outta here, huh?
(Continues crying)
Come on, buddy. Let's go home.
- No. - Come on.
- No. - Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
- I'm sorry, Greenie. - It's all right.
- Greenie. - It's-- it's okay. He's all right.
Just a little upset is all.
He'll be good.
(Continues crying) - No. - Come on, dude. Come on.
Have fun.
(Tim continues crying)
They're gone, man.
(Sighs) I know.
(Sniffles) Green...
Collins...
Jefferson,
Stone... (Exhales)
Rosetti. (Sobs)
Yeah.
(Crying)
And it's my fault.
Hey, what are you talking about?
- It's not your fault. - I should've been faster.
(Pants)
I was running ammo.
If I had just been a little faster, you know, I--
Truman, an RPG took out Rosetti and Collins, remember?
Tower one?
You couldn't have done anything about it.
(Sniffles) I let 'em down.
You didn't let anybody down.
That's crazy talk.
(Continues crying)
I'm so sorry.
No. Stop it, all right?
Stop it now.
Truman, listen to me.
Listen to me. All right?
It is not your fault.
It's nobody's fault.
That's it.
There's no explaining it. You understand me?
If it wasn't for you, we'd all be dead.
You saved our platoon, Truman.
Understand me?
You saved my life.
(Crying)
You saved my life.
(Continues crying)
It's from the platoon.
Signed by everyone.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
We'll remember this always.
We will, too.
Here's my number and my e-mail.
Please get in touch if you need anything
or if you just want to talk.
Thank you.
He was a good boy, wasn't he?
Yes, he was, ma'am.
Let's go, hon.
(Exhales deeply)
(Taps countertop)
(Clears throat)
(Knocks) Hey.
I just wanted to say thank you.
Great party. I know the Greens were really appreciative.
I feel so bad for them, losing their son like that.
I think it was good for them to be here.
I mean, to see what it's all about.
Yeah, me, too.
I never really understood what it is
that goes on with you guys over there.
We live together, we die together.
Good night.
Yeah?
Just wondering if you had a chance to think about things,
starting over maybe.
Um, not really. I mean, I've been so busy and--
I just wanted to give you something else to think about.
(Inhales and exhales)
(Sighs)
(Maggie) Tanner would like to say good night.
Sure.
Eddie?
In a minute, okay?
Sure.
(Sniffles)
Private First Class Cameron Ishiyama.
12 August 2009.
He was in the truck in front of me. IED.
He was gone before I could get out of the cab.
There wasn't anything you could've done, Eddie,
for Green, for any of 'em.
But that does not mean that you stop caring
or hurting.
(Sniffles)
(Sniffles) Hey.
Thank you.
I'm here.
I know.
Sir.
I thought you went home.
Oh, there's always something more to do,
isn't there, Colonel?
(Chuckles) Too true.
Well...
Kat.
(Sighs)
I'm glad you got back okay.
I was worried there for a moment.
No need.
But I appreciate it.
Maybe next time you could let me know
before you jump a plane to hell and gone?
Is that a professional request, sir?
No, Colonel. It isn't.
Well, in that case,
happy to comply.
Good night, Michael.
Good night.
(Heavy automatic gunfire, screaming)
(Hector) We need more ammo Truman. Go! (Booms)
(Booms)
(Heavy automatic gunfire)
No!
(Grunts)
(Groans) Tim.
(Gasps and cries)
Stop! (Chokes and cries)
Tim, please.
(Coughs and gasps)
Oh, what are you doing?
(Panting)
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