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Previously on Army Wives...

Please tell me you did not talk to Whit.

Roxy, I...

I need Whit to help me
build that truck stop.

How come you haven't told Trevor?

I've tried.

How hard is it to send an e-mail

even if you're scared to tell him
on the phone?

Shut up, Pamela! Just shut up!

Roland and I have decided
to have a second child.

A uterine rupture could be fatal, Joan.
To you and the baby.

So that's it?

There's adoption.

The CT scan confirms that
you have a tumor on your right ovary.

If it is cancer, we want to get it now.

Have you talked to your husband?

No, I don't want to worry Michael
with this.

- So how'd it go?
- They got the tumor.

Good.

It's not cancer.

Claudia Joy.

- I should go.
- Wait.

We just received redeployment orders,
the whole division.

You're coming home?

I'm coming home.

Claudia Joy.

We need to talk.

- Grant.
- Before you say anything,

let me apologize.

It was stupid and impulsive
and I'm very, very sorry.

Thank you.

I don't understand.

Have I been giving you signals?
Did I mislead you somehow?

No, no. You haven't done anything.

Okay, then why?

I lost my head.

Now we had just won a big case,
I'd had too much champagne,

your doctor just called you
with the good news.

I was happy.

And that's it?

That's it.

I mean, clearly, I crossed a line
and I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry, too,

because I don't know
how we keep working together.

I understand.

And if that's your decision, I respect it.

But I think it would be a shame to quit

over one momentary lapse of judgment
on my part.

Claudia Joy, when we hired you,
there was no ulterior motive.

None.

My firm had a need,

you were the best student
I'd had in years.

It just made sense.

I wish to God I could take that kiss back.

But I can't.

But I can guarantee you that
nothing like that will ever happen again.

What do you want to do?

Hey, Roxy! Did you hear?

- Hear what?
- They're coming home!

The division's coming home!

T.J.

Finn. Hey, wake up! Boys!

Hey, come on, wake up!

Five more minutes.

Okay, five more minutes

and then I will tell you
that your dad is coming home.

- What?
- Dad's coming home?

- He sure is! I just found out!
- Yes!

When will he be here?

I don't know, I have to check my e-mail.
But I think soon.

- Can we make a sign?
- Yeah! A big "welcome home" sign!

Yeah, I've got poster board in my closet.

- Get your big markers.
- Yes!

Can we go fishing
once Dad gets home?

Yes, I think we can arrange that.

I want to show him my shark's tooth.

Maybe Dad can go fossil hunting
with me and Whit.

Uh... Yeah.

- Got the markers.
Let's go!

He would've been coming home
this week, huh?

I know.

I've been thinking about that, too.

Yeah, well, I've got to be there.
On the tarmac. Greet the troops.

Are you going to be okay with that?

Yeah. Well, I don't have
much choice, hon. It is my duty.

Well...

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Hi, we're the Burtons.

And we'd like
to introduce ourselves to you.

I'm Joan. This is my husband, Roland.
And our daughter, Sara Elizabeth.

And we want your baby.

- Roland.
- What?

We have to take this seriously.

I was serious.

Okay, I'm sorry.
I was just trying to get you to relax.

How can I relax?

You heard what the agency said.
Private adoption is very competitive.

We have to make our application
stand out.

And it will.

But right now, in this moment...

Hey, Colonel.
I need you to take a breath.

Okay.

I just want this so bad.

I know.

- I didn't think adoption would be so...
- Ridiculous?

Complicated.

I can't believe the future of our family

depends on whether or not
we can impress a teenage girl.

Well, even so, at the end of the day,
all we can do is be ourselves.

Hmm.

So, you don't want to hear my idea
about the musical number,

the three of us in leotards,
going all Beyonc� on them?

- Just kidding.
- Thank God.

- Wow. He actually kissed you.
- Mmm-hmm.

I still can't believe it.

- And he wants you to stay?
- Yeah.

You think he'd try it again?

I don't think so.

The man I saw last night
was genuinely remorseful.

Okay, so, could you go back?

I don't know.

On the one hand, it is a great job.

I'm not going to find another like it.

Flexible schedule, associate-level work.

On the other hand...

Oh, that's what I'm not sure of.

- I think you should stay.
- Yeah?

You want my opinion, that's my opinion.

He made a mistake,
you made him take responsibility for it.

Now that everything's out in the open,
you've got some ground rules.

That's true.

In fact, you probably have more control
over the situation than you did before.

Ma'am.

- Oh. What about Michael?
- What about him?

Should I tell him?

No. Absolutely not.

- But, Denise...
- Well, why would you?

Because we don't keep secrets
from each other.

Claudia Joy, you have
nothing to explain.

Chandler kissed you.
You didn't reciprocate.

Telling Michael
wouldn't change anything.

No. Just trust me on this.
He's better off not knowing.

- You're going to tell him, aren't you?
- No.

- Claudia Joy.
- I won't.

I won't.

Pamela, open up!

Look, I know we got
into it yesterday.

You were trying to be a good friend
and I wouldn't listen,

even though I think
that you shouldn't have talked to Whit.

But we can fight about that later
because I...

Roxy, what are you...

Look, I don't have a lot of time, Pamela,
so I'm just going to cut to the chase.

You were right and I'm screwed.

Okay, back up.
What are you talking about?

Trevor's coming home
and the truck stop's not finished

and Whit's still here.

You really are screwed.

Mmm-hmm.

Pamela?

- Okay.
- What?

It's easy. Fire Whit.

That's not easy.

Well, he can't be here
when Trevor gets back.

That's all there is to it.

That's not all.
What about Shady and the loan

and the fact that that leaves
me with a truck stop

that's three-quarters finished?

Sorry.

I have to fire Whit.

Immediately.

What do I tell the boys?
They love Whit. Especially Finn.

You'll figure something out.

Okay.

Good morning.

Morning. You're back.

I didn't come to clean out my desk,
if that's what you're asking.

Good.

Okay.

Hey, what do you know about dog food?

Dog food?

Um...

A class action, seven plaintiffs, so far.

Claim their dogs were poisoned
by contaminated dog food.

Doesn't seem like your kind of case.

Well, now,
you can't save the world

unless you can pay your light bill.

Sit down.

All right.

Okay.

You're firing me?

Rox, I'm ahead of schedule,
I'm under budget.

I mean, okay, we got in a little trouble
with those faulty valves,

but the supplier ate the cost
and we made up time.

I know, I know.

You have done a great job,
Whit. Really.

So why are you firing me?

Trevor's coming home.

I didn't tell him about you.
He doesn't know you're here.

Why not?

Well, it's complicated.

I guess I thought that the truck stop
would be done by the time he got back.

But his division's
been recalled early and...

If he comes home and I'm here,
he might think that you and I...

Oh, he'll definitely think you and I...

There was already talk
after last time you were here.

But nothing happened.

Yeah, I know that and you know that,

but the neighborhood saw your truck
parked outside all night.

Man, I feel stupid.

Whit.

Let me go tell the crew.

Hey.

I'm really sorry.

I messed up.

I should've been honest with you

and I definitely should've been
honest with Trevor.

It's okay.

I think
you're hiding something, Angela.

And I can't help if you're not willing
to be honest with me.

Dr. Burton, I'm clean. Six months.

You failed your drug test.

The lab must've mixed up the samples.
You know Mercer, Dr. Burton.

Remember what it was like
when we worked together?

Stuff like that happens all the time.

Angela, this is not a game.

You could go to jail this time,
you understand that?

There's no more rehab,
no more monitoring. Jail.

I'm a good nurse.

Good nurses don't steal meds
from their patients.

Now maybe you can lie to yourself,
but you can't lie to me.

You lost your job.
You want to lose your freedom, too?

Your family?

I can't go to jail. My baby needs me.

You're right. He does.

So are you willing to fight for him?

Because that's what this is, Angela,
a battle.

You've got to put Bobby
before everything else.

Everything.

I love Bobby. You know I do.

It's time to prove it.

- Hey, dude.
- Hey, Dr. Burton!

How you doing, Bobby?

Good. Look what I drew!

Oh! What do we have here?

It's a speedboat.

Does it go... What, like this?

No, it goes like this.

Oh. Thanks.

Hey, is that you driving?

No, that's you. That's me there.

That's nice, dude.

- Thanks. It's time to go, baby.
- Okay.

Hey, man. Don't forget your drawing.

It's for you.

It's for me?

Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.

- I'll see you next week.
- Yeah.

- Bye, man.
- Bye.

What in the Sam Hill
do you think you're doing?

Look, Shady, I...

You can't fire Whit without me!

Yeah, but I...

I told you, it's not her fault, Shady.
My cousin called, I...

You need to stay out of this.

I'm senior partner.

You want to change contractors,
it goes through me.

Okay, I want to change contractors.

- Why?
- It's personal.

Personal? I'll tell you what's personal.
Losing money, that's what's personal.

This boy's doing fantastic work
and he's saving us a bundle to boot.

Now what's gotten into you, Roxy?

Well, if you'd stop yelling for a minute,
then maybe I could explain!

Fine. Explain.

- Whit is Finn's father.
- What?

It was a one-time thing a long time ago,

but I can't have Whit here
when Trevor gets back.

- Are you two fooling around?
- No, sir.

Then I don't see
what the problem is then.

The problem is how it looks.

I'm sorry, missy,

but you should've thought about that
before you brung him in.

Now, do I need to remind you

that both of our futures
are riding on this little enterprise?

So whatever personal problems
you two have,

you need to work them out.

But this is business.

And you don't mess with business.
Not my business, anyway.

- Understood?
- Yeah.

Get back to work, son.

Just explain it to your husband.

If you got nothing to hide,
he'll understand.

Shady's right. If Whit's still here,
what else can you do?

You got to tell Trevor the truth.

You think he'll understand?

I don't know. Maybe?

Maybe? I'm not liking the odds.

Well, if it was me,

I would get him in a good mood first
and then drop the Whit bomb.

Good mood? Like candles, music, oil?

Yeah. That's a start.

Yeah.

Well, if there's one thing I'm good at...

Okay, I don't need the details,
thank you.

You really think
it could be that easy?

Well, what else have you got?

Good point.

Under the circumstances,
it can't just be the best sex of his life.

It's got to be, like, the best sex
in the history of sex.

Well, are you up for it?

All I've got to do is get him up for it.

Okay. Well, you call me tomorrow
after history has been made.

- Hey, Pamela?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

I bet you're thinking, "I told you so,"
and you're right.

I should've listened to you
from the start.

- Roxy?
- Yeah?

Forget it.

Okay. Bye.

Hey, guys, can you wait a sec?
I want to talk to you about something.

What?

Listen, I want to save the truck stop
as a special surprise for your dad,

so no talking about backhoes
or shark's teeth

or Whit or any of that stuff
until I can take him to the job site.

Okay? Think you can do that for me?

- Okay.
- Sure.

Okay, let's go.

- Denise.
- Hi.

What... You didn't have to come.

These are Jeremy's friends
coming home.

He'd want me here.

Well, that's, uh...

Thanks for coming.

Forward march!

Company, halt!

I'm going to keep this brief.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

I want to thank you, families
and friends, for your support.

Your presence here today
reminds us of what we fight for.

Let me assure you
that your sacrifices at home

are fully appreciated by those
who sacrifice in theater.

And let me tell you something.

These outstanding troops
have served their country honorably

and represented the very best
of what this nation stands for.

Soldiers of the 23rd, fall out!

There he is! Dad! Dad!

Over here!
- Dad!

Oh! Look at you two!

Hey, soldier.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you for your service.

So glad to have you back.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you, Mrs. Sherwood.

- Specialist Giron.
- Yes, ma'am.

PFC Riggs, ma'am.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Jeremy told us a lot about you.

He's told me a lot about
the two of you, as well.

Thank you for being here.

Of course.

Welcome home.

Hello?

This is Dr. Burton.

Yes, she's my patient.

Right. I'll be right there.

She was brought in by ambulance
after a 9-1-1 call. Overdose.

- Do we know what she took?
- What didn't she take?

Percocet, Demerol, Vicodin.

But we got to her in time.

Once she regains consciousness,

we'll put her on a 72-hour lockdown
until her mental state can be evaluated.

And who made the 9-1-1 call?

Thanks. You keep me posted, huh?

Will do.

Is my mom going to be okay?

Yeah, she is.

That was a brave thing you did, Bobby,
calling 9-1-1.

I had to.

I know.

Paperwork's in order. I'll take him now.

Ready, Bobby?

Hey, I'm Dr. Roland Burton.
I've been treating Bobby's mother.

Josh Hobbs.
Department of Social Services.

I'll be taking Bobby
to an intermediate facility

until we can arrange for a foster home.

Well, he doesn't have
a relative in the area?

Not that we could find.
Do you know someone?

So, he's in the system now.

Until the mother demonstrates
she can provide a stable home.

We'll take good care of him.
Come on, Bobby.

I don't want to go.

It's just for a little while, man.

But why can't I go home with you?

Don't worry, Bobby, we're going to take
extra-special care of you.

Isn't that right, Dr. Burton?

Yeah, he's right, Bobby.

You go with Mr. Hobbs.
Everything's going to be just fine.

I'll come see you as soon as I can.

Promise?

- I promise.
- Okay.

You should have seen his face, Joan.
He looked so lost.

How can parents do that
to their children?

Addiction is a terrible thing.

I know, but choosing drugs
over your own child?

I'll never understand.

He looked at me and asked,
"Why can't I come home with you?"

Oh.

Why can't he?

What?

Why can't he come home
with us, Joan?

We've been talking
about adoption, anyway.

Foster parenting
is just another way of doing it.

Yeah, but...

I know we've been
talking about a newborn,

but let's just think about it.

There's lot of competition for infants.

Older kids like Bobby?

They can sit in the system for years.

And it's just because they're older.

Bobby is a spectacular kid, Joan.
He deserves a loving family.

I guess I could meet him.

It's all I'm asking.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

It's been a long day.

It's my fault.

I was trying too hard, I guess.

My body clock's all messed up.
I'm just going to go watch some TV.

Finally.

If I had to do one more interview...

You did a fine job, General Holden.

Thank you, ma'am.

God, I've missed this place.

You must be starved.

I was thinking lamb chops
and baked potato.

Mmm.

Later.

Okay, one steak and eggs.

Oh, you have no idea how long
I've been dreaming of this moment.

Well, don't get too used to it.
You'll be back to oatmeal and fruit soon.

Yes, doctor.

Oh, I love you.

What, me or the steak?

There's room in my heart for you both.

So, what are you going to do today?

Uh... I'm going to go to the office
for half a day.

And then I think I'll have a beer
and watch the game.

What game?

No idea.

What season is it?
Baseball? Basketball?

I just left him there asleep.

And I mean, like, really asleep.

His body is in
a totally different time zone.

Wait, so Trevor still
doesn't know about Whit?

Roxy, this is getting ridiculous.

What could I do?
Just shake him from a dead sleep,

"Hey, morning, babe!
Oh, Finn's dad is my contractor"?

Okay, I get it,
but then what's your plan?

I left him a note that said that I wanted
to have a special dinner tonight.

Juana offered to take the kids
for a sleepover,

so Trevor and I have the house
to ourselves.

Nice.

Yeah. I figured we just
rushed things last night,

so tonight we're going to start with wine,
a little home-cooked meal,

and then...

Okay. I think I'm hanging up now.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Have you ever been on a boat?

I have. You?

Uh-uh.

But I'm going to someday.

This is a shrimp boat.
They catch shrimp in these nets, see?

Oh.

So you like boats, huh?

Uh-huh.

Are you really in the Army?

- I am.
- Cool.

Dr. Burton, Mrs. Burton,
a word, please?

Be right back.

Okay.

You're not allowed to be here.

- I told the receptionist...
- I know what you told the receptionist

and I've reminded her
of state regulations regarding visitors.

No exceptions.

Now I have to ask you to leave.

Look, Hobbs, we're sorry.
We didn't mean to break any rules.

I just wanted my wife to meet Bobby.

Why?

Because we're interested
in becoming his foster parents.

- You're not serious?
- I'm completely serious.

Look, he knows me, he trusts me.

We can provide
a stable home environment.

Dr. Burton, I know you mean well,
but you can't be Bobby's foster parents.

Why not?

Your husband's treating
Bobby's mother.

It's an obvious conflict of interest.

Doctor has mother declared unfit,
then takes her son?

But it's not like that.

Try explaining that to a judge.

Look, it's not my area.

I'm here to protect the children
under my supervision, so I really...

I have to insist that you leave.

Look, I'll give you another five minutes,

but the next time you want to visit,
it's got to go through me, okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

Sorry I brought you into this.

I want to talk to a lawyer.

Morning, Mrs. Sherwood.
Hope we're not disturbing.

No. Please, come in.

We really can't stay, ma'am.
We just...

We brought you something.

Oh, you didn't need
to bring me anything.

It's not much.

We just wanted to thank you
for meeting the plane yesterday.

- That meant a lot.
- Oh, well...

And all those care packages
you sent downrange?

We appreciate you making extra
for Jeremy so he could share with us.

You were kind of like our den mother,
I guess.

For sure.

Oh, I was happy to do it.

- You can open it.
- Oh, of course. Sorry.

It's not much, but...

No, it's wonderful.

Thank you.

We're so sorry, ma'am.

He was our brother.

Thanks for coming over
on such short notice.

Of course. I wish I had better news.

Conflict of interest.

Uh-huh.

I spoke with several experts
and I'm afraid the social worker is right.

The appearance of impropriety
is just too great.

There's no judge in the world

that would grant you custody
if it were to come to that.

Well, what if Roland were to remove
himself from the mother's case?

It's too late. Roland has
a two-year history with the mother,

going back to when they both
worked at Mercer.

I'm really sorry.

Nope, it's my fault.

I should've realized the conflict
from the jump.

You just let your heart
get in front of your head.

I appreciate you
showing me around. I... Oh!

Michael!

Hello, Counselor.
Thought I'd surprise you.

Well, you succeeded.

- I wanted to see you where you worked.
- Uh-huh.

I've just been telling your husband
what an asset you've been to the firm.

- He exaggerates.
- I doubt it.

Would you mind if I steal her away
for a cup of coffee?

Please.

In fact, in honor
of your husband's return,

I'm giving you the rest of the day off.

It's my half-day, anyway.

Perfect.

- Shall we?
- Sure.

It's a nice office.

And I got to tell you,
for the first time,

I had a decent conversation
with Grant Chandler.

Michael, I need
to tell you something.

I know we don't keep secrets
from each other.

Remember that pain I was having?

From yoga.

It wasn't from yoga.
Turns out I had a tumor.

What?

It was benign, Michael.

I'm okay, but they did have
to remove an ovary.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want to worry you
if it turned out to be nothing,

which it did.

Well, it doesn't sound like
nothing to me.

Look, it was scary for a few days,
but I'm fine.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

Yes, I'm sure. Positive.

100% clean bill of health.

Good.

There's something else.

I didn't want to tell anyone my problem,
not even Denise,

but right after the initial diagnosis,
Grant found me crying in the office.

I was embarrassed,

but once he did know,
he was concerned.

He checked in on me
when I was in recovery.

It was all just a huge misunderstanding,
which he apologized for, and...

Hang on.

He apologized for what?

We had just won
the case with Elena Cabrera.

The whole office was
celebrating with champagne

and that's when I got the news
I didn't have cancer.

Grant was there.

He hugged me and then he kissed me.

I was shocked,

I left the office immediately.

We talked later that night
and he apologized.

Said it was just the moment,
that it would never happen again.

For what it's worth, Michael,
I believe him.

But I will completely understand

if you're not comfortable
with me working there anymore.

Michael, I'm sorry. I don't know
if telling you is the right thing to do.

Seeing you with Grant just now,
I thought you deserved to know.

Say something, please.

Please.

I'm going to take a walk.

Thanks, Matt.

Hey, can I help you?

No. I'm just wondering
why there's a trailer parked here.

Oh, yeah. Been doing some work
for the owner of the bar.

Oh, right on. Who are you?

Whit Carter.

From Tuscaloosa?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

- Hey, babe, what are you doing here?
- Really, Roxy? Finn's dad?

Okay. Trevor, calm down.

He's been living here?
He's your contractor?

Please, just talk about this in the office.

No, you have been lying to me
this whole time!

I did not lie! I tried to tell you!

You know, I actually
came here to apologize.

I must be the world's biggest idiot!

I'm risking my life while you're
screwing around behind my back!

- Hey, I did not! Nothing happened!
- Just shut up! Shut up!

Buddy.

Hey! Trevor, don't!

Nothing happened! I told you!
I just asked him here to work! That's it!

- General Holden.
- I know what you did.

- Then I owe you an apology.
- Save it.

You took advantage of my wife
in a vulnerable moment.

You disrespected her,

you disrespected our marriage,
you disrespected me.

And unlike Claudia Joy,
I don't believe for a second

you wouldn't do it again
if you had the chance.

Now, I trust my wife,
but I don't trust you.

Try it again

and next time,
you won't see me coming.

I promise you, the Harmons
are one of our best couples.

Bobby's going to really like
living with them.

And you'll keep tabs on him?
Make sure he's doing okay?

Absolutely.

Thanks.

Would it be breaking any rules

if you gave us an update
every now and then?

Probably. But I'll see what I can do.

Dr. Burton!

Hey, dude!

- Hey, Mrs. Burton.
- Hi, Bobby.

Hey, Mr. Hobbs was just telling us
about your new home.

Now I hear they have a dog
and a swimming pool.

- Wow! A pool?
Mmm-hmm.

Maybe they'll let you play with this in it.

A speedboat? Cool.

- Can I keep it?
- Of course. It's yours.

- Thanks.
- Hey, listen, man,

things may seem hard for a little while,

but I want you to give
this new home a chance.

Because I know you're going to like it
once you get used to it, okay?

You think you can do that?

Good man.

Hey, why don't you go outside now
and play, huh?

- Thanks for the boat.
- You're very welcome.

- All these kids need homes?
- Yeah.

These and many more.

Are you sure you're okay?
I'm happy to take you to the doctor.

I'm fine.

- There's a clinic, like, right...
- I'm fine!

Just need to get going, that's all.

Whit, I'm so sorry.

I really messed everything up.

You of all people know I never had
the good sense God gave a billy goat.

I should've known better from the start.

Truth is, I wanted to come, Rox.

I wanted to be around you, around Finn.

I hate sneaking out on him like this.

Tell him I said goodbye, will you?

Tell him...

Hell, I don't know.

Tell him whatever you want.

I'm glad you told me.

Yeah?

Are we okay?

Always.

I love you.

I love you, too.