All language subtitles for In Plain Sight s05e08

Previously on
"In Plain Sight..."

I spend my time

either protecting you
from the world

or the world from you.

You are an incredible woman,
Mary, you know?

You're a great marshal
and I'm sure you're a great mom.

[Laughs]
Thanks.

What about Norah's father?

Mark is a great dad,

but he's not--
I mean, we're not.

- Who says I'm a rogue male?
- Everything about you.

Well, I'm Kenny.

Sorry I can't make this
a sleepover,

only have the sitter
till 11:00.

That's cool.
I don't really do the sleepover.

I get that
you don't like messy,

but maybe messy
is what you need.

Oh, my God,
Marshall.

- Would you--?
- Yes!

Thanks for falling
on top of me instead of her.

How'd that go over?

I told her
it was just instinct.

You douche.

She gets it.
You're my partner.

[Phone rings]
Uh, I gotta take this. It's Mary.

Don't apologize.
She needs you.

I get it.

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

Almanza's shutting down
ABQ WITSEC.

- What?
- You heard me.

Brandi,
she's been drinking a lot.

Apparently, she went on
a bender last week.

I'm leaving
in the morning.

- What?
- My baby needs me.

Daddy?

I'm gonna put
your suitcase

right next to mine,
Mary.

30 years
we don't see each other,

now we're thick as thieves.

- You're under arrest--again.
- You're good.

Let's go.

Get a goddamn ambulance.

It's okay, daddy.

I'm here
with you now, okay?

[Dance music]

[Shutter clicking]

Fantastic.
Yeah.

Ooh, I like...
Perfect.

Come on, girls,
time to get ready.

Really, let's go.
Today.

Okay, you have
four go-sees tomorrow.

Two uptown, one mid,

and one downtown
with John Simkass.

John Simkass
is a creep.

John Simkass
is a successful creep,

so put in a little effort.
Wear something short, okay?

- Okay.
- Casey, I'm serious.

- Yeah, I know.
- I don't think you--

Oh, my God,
will you just stop it?

- Casey--
- Can I just have five minutes?

I need five minutes!

[Crying]

[Door opening]

Half a million identities,
half a million lives,

on something so small.

I have it, yes,
but please,

can't we do it
after the shoot?

Now, Anastasia.

Access codes
are preprogrammed.

Amazing. Your hacker friends
have done very well.

Here's your money.

Check it.

What is this?

[Suppressed gunshot]

[Can clatters]

Aah!

[Grunts]

[Church bell ringing]

I'm sure he'll be here
any minute.

Mm-hmm.

Here's a couple
of local cemeteries

for you to consider
for burial.

Thanks.
Thank you.

Again, I'm so sorry
for your loss.

[Sighs]

It's so quiet.

But that's good.
Quiet is good, right?

Doesn't feel good.

Now I only have a few days

to figure out
what to do with him.

I mean,
I didn't even know him.

Anyway, let's go.

I need to clear my head
before Jinx gets here.

Oh, right, Jinx.
Good.

She can help you
plan the funeral.

A funeral?
For my father?

He'd rather die.

Hey, stranger.

Hey, Kenny, hi.

You know,
I've been thinking about you.

- Yeah, uh...
- Left a couple of--

Yeah, no,
I got your messages.

I'm really sorry.
I meant to--

Oh, no, no.
It's no big deal.

No, I know.
I just, um--

some family stuff came up.

Do you want to sit down?

Thought you'd never ask.

These heels
are killing me.

I just don't get it.
They're adults,

playing with a beanbag
in the boiling sun.

I kinda love that you're angry
about hacky sack.

- Aren't you?
- Furious.

- Right.
- What is this, 1992, right?

Mmm, I gotta go.
Oliver's badminton lesson.

- Can't start 'em too young.
- So true.

See ya.

- Hey, um, don't be a stranger.
- Don't be a douche bag.

[Chuckles]

Sweet talker.

One of the saddest things
I ever saw

was a shoebox of photos
at a swap meet,

50 cents for the box.

Someone's entire life
in tattered yellow pictures

that you just know were moved
from attic to basement to attic again,

only to wind up on a
crappy card table in Gallup.

I don't get it.

This compulsion we have
to hold on to things.

Ticket stubs,
betting slips.

It's weird, isn't it?

Going through his stuff?
It's like a...

sad little treasure hunt.

You're keeping
his racing form?

Yeah, being at
the track with him,

that's my earliest memory.

Picking busted tickets
off the floor at Monmouth Park.

Your father
lived for the track.

He lived at the track.

Might as well
have been his home.

[Door opening]
Mary?

- Brandi?
- Hey.

Hi.

Mom, why are you
not surprised?

[Sighs]

Really?

Unbelievable.
Two knocked-up unwed mothers,

multiple rehabs,
daddy issues all the over place.

This family
is so Jerry Springer.

Please, at least tell me
you know who the father is.

I cannot tell you that.

And you went awol
from rehab.

- I didn't go awol.
- She did not go awol.

I did my days,
and Jill said that

she thought
it was okay for me to go.

- Oh, Jill did.
- She's my sponsor, Mary.

And also Mom needs my help
with the party--

- Brandi!
- What party?

What party?

It's just
a small gathering-- tiny.

Gathering for what?
Why do we have to gather?

For perspective, Mary.
For closure.

For your father
and Scott, yes.

We'll just invite
a few friends.

Dad didn't have
friends here!

- Dad didn't have friends!
- Well, I do!

Since I got sober,
I've made a lot of 'em.

- Mom--
- Come on, Mary, come on!

It's half-soiree,
half-wake.

We're not having a wake,
that's ridiculous,

and we're not having it here.
That's a promise.

Come here, buddy. Come on.
I know, but it's time.

- We're going to bed.
- Mary, listen.

We're all going to
deal with this in our own way.

Instead of diving
into a bottle,

I'm going to surround myself
with friends.

Don't kid yourself, kiddo.

We're all addicted to something,
including you.

You are addicted
to this identity,

this little girl
abandoned by her father.

But until you let that go,
you will never let anyone in,

not really.

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

So it was just the two of you
at the funeral home?

Wow, intimate.

It's her father, Ab.
She's my partner--

Marshall,
I need you to remove the phrase

"she's my partner"
from your arsenal.

- I know she's your partner.
- "My arsenal"?

I don't want to be
that girl, okay?

Don't make me that girl,
that insecure--

yes, she's your partner,
and she is your friend,

- your best friend, but--
- Ab, you've gotta understand--

When do we come first?

I mean, Marshall,
skipping an appointment

- to meet with our minister?
- I wasn't skipping.

Cancelling, last-minute,
because Mary needs you again.

Look, Mary and I--

I get it.

You know what?
I don't get it.

I don't.
I don't even think you do,

not really.

And until you do, until--

until you figure this out,

I think we need to put any
appointments with ministers--

any anything
with ministers-- on hold.

Abigail--

Marshall, I love you.
This isn't jealousy.

This is important to me.
It's important for you.

Just talk to her.

I have to go to work,
so do you.

Don't forget
to fill his water bowl.

Mary!
What are you--

your father died.
You don't have to be here.

[Laughs]
Yeah, know me less.

So as if my life's not enough
of a walking pain in the ass,

I've been chasing my father up,
down, and into the ground--

- Not literally.
- Not literally, no, not yet,

'cause apparently
when someone's life ends,

the list of crap you have to
deal with has only just begun.

I've got three days to decide
what to do with him.

I mean, do I bury him
here or New Jersey?

Do I get him
one of those...

You know,
and what do I write on it?

Oh, and guess who's back
and guess who's knocked up,

and if you guessed Brandi,
you'd be right-- both times.

- Wow, seriously?
- Yeah, seriously.

And as if all that's not,
like I said...

- Enough?
- As if all that's not enough,

I am saddled with
the worst witness imaginable.

The model?

The model.
Why no story thingies?

Models are vapid and entitled
and always forgiven

for being two hours late.

So look, you and I,
we need to have a little talk.

"Ooh, look at me,
I'm a model.

"I'm so skinny,
I can barely stand.

Look, I wear my ribs
on the outside!"

Honestly, the only sliver
of silver lining I can see

between the dopey little
doe eyes and the anorexic limbs

is that I'm pretty sure
on most days,

I get to eat her lunch.

Mary, we really
need to have a talk.

Right, we better get in there.
Help her sign her MOU

In crayon, I assume.

Marshall, let's go.
Chop-chop.

I'm not gonna
lie to you, Casey,

the first few weeks
can be tough and lonely,

but just keep bearing in mind
the good you're doing.

That could really help.

I don't know
how much good I did.

We're talking about identity
theft on a global scale.

That drive
you recovered contains

the personal information
for over 500,000 people.

Pensions, savings accounts.

Petrov wasn't about to donate
that money to UNICEF.

What AUSA Perillo
is trying to say, Casey,

is you saved lives.

The Russian mafia
is as brutal as they come,

but you're safe now.

I'm not worried
about my safety.

If it were up to me,
they'd hang Petrov

and every last one of them
in front of The Hague.

Yes, she's heard of The Hague.
We're not all vacuous bimbos.

So what
are you worried about?

I was discovered at 14

in front of a Dairy Queen
in Dubuque.

A year later,
I was paying off the mortgage,

funding my mom's
futile chemo treatments,

and fending off my stepdad
with a whip and a chair.

Wow.

That's a lot for anyone,
never mind a 14-year-old.

All I've done since
is whatever people tell me to.

"Stand here,
wear that, pout now."

This new identity?
I never even had an old one.

Outside of looking pretty
and doing what I'm told,

I'm totally untrained.
I'm useless!

You're not useless,

and we're not
just about keeping you safe.

We're gonna help you, okay?

Get you set up.

We'll find you a job,
an apartment,

you could maybe enroll
in college.

Yeah, change your major
five times like the rest of us,

figure out what you want to be
when you grow up.

How do I do that?

- I have no idea.
- She has no idea.

Welcome to WITSEC.

No,
I totally understand.

Yeah, thanks, Lauren.
You too, bye.

Unreal.
Guy's got two families--

two that we know of--
and who draws the short straw

on putting him
in the ground?

Yeah, listen,

we need to schedule
a time to talk.

Yeah, all right, look.

Last time you scheduled
a time with me is 'cause

you got secretly engaged.
What now?

Whoa, wait.
[Gasps]

Are you guys
pre-wedding pregnant?

Please tell me you're
pre-wedding pregnant.

Seriously, my family
could really use the cover.

Hey.
My office.

Carve out some time.

Mary.
I only need Marshall, thanks.

Marshall has seniority.
He'll be the first to transfer.

What are you talking about
"first to transfer"?

- Transfer where?
- Denver.

They're shutting down
Albuquerque WITSEC, Mary.

We're done.

All right,
let's get you a job.

I know the owner
of this restaurant,

he's good people.

Come on.

I've gotta say, I'm kinda glad
this "no sleepover" thing

isn't a strict policy.

[Laughs]
Well, Norah had an overnight

with mark's mom,
and I didn't want one with mine.

Plus, I'm gonna be
with her all day

for this dumb-ass fake wake.

"Fake wake"?
What, did somebody fake die?

No, someone actually did.
My father.

- Whoa, that's what came up?
- Hmm?

When you said
you didn't return my calls

because some family stuff
came up.

The family stuff that came up
is that your father died?

Yep,
so I've got family in town.

That's fun.

Plus, I might be out of a job
in about ten seconds.

It hasn't been
the best week.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

All right, I'm gonna let you
get away with that, uh--

- with that "I'm fine"-- for now.
- You're gonna "let me"?

- Yeah.
- "For now"?

- For now.
- Huh.

Also gonna volunteer
my services

- as your date to the fake wake.
- Yeah, no.

Come on, it'll be fun.
I've never been to a fake wake.

No, it's--
you're really sweet to offer,

but, I mean, you coming to
this... whatever it is,

it's too much way too soon.

It's skipping steps.

"Skipping steps."
Okay.

Okay.

Anyway, I gotta--

- Yeah, go.
- Okay.

[Clears throat]
Hey.

I'm really sorry
about your dad.

See ya.

Thanks.

So you're gonna be
okay with this?

Yeah, I'm not above
waiting tables.

It lacks the glamour
of runway work,

but at least it's real.

Plus, I'm only in it for
the long hours and crappy pay,

so...
[Laughs]

It's just going from
my old life in the city to this,

it's all a little whiplash-y,
you know?

I know,
but that's normal.

It's just hard.
I don't know anybody here.

It's been eight years,
and I still miss my mom.

Is hugging
against the rules?

Hugging? Uh, well,
it is, actually. Kind of.

Whoa. Whoa.

Okay. Okay.

[Indistinct chatter]

How ya holding up?

Good, just here
for the free food, so...

Well,
whatever you thought of him,

losing a parent,
that's big.

You know what's big?
Being a parent and sticking around.

A lot of guys don't,
and you did, so thanks.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.
I'm serious, I'm moving in.

That's cool, right?
And Jinx is back,

I got kind of
a mother-daughter thing.

So stupid.

- Smartwater.
- Just checking.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey...

You know when I was
thinking about adoption,

I was working with
this really good agency,

and I thought I should
get you that number, okay?

- Oh, um, okay.
- Good.

Hey.

Where's Gidget?

Abigail's coming later.

Or not, I'm not sure.
How's this?

The fake wake?
The fake wake's ridiculous.

My father didn't have friends.
This is basically a reunion

of Jinx's AA pals.

I've heard six different
sobriety stories.

I bumped into a guy earlier.

He tried to make amends
on the spot.

I swear to God, these are
the least anonymous alcoholics

- I've ever met.
- How's the food?

Strong.
The food's strong.

Why do you think
I'm not locked in my room?

[Glass clinking]

Excuse me, everyone.

[Glass clinking]
Everyone.

- Here we go.
- Easy.

I just wanted to thank
all of you for coming.

Hey, what'd you mean before,
not sure about Abigail?

She just might not come.

She's kinda...
Something...

Mad, I guess.

Abigail's
got a mad switch?

I thought
she was always set to perky.

And it seemed appropriate
to honor those

who are no longer with us.

And in that spirit,
I've prepared a short song.

- Dear God.
- Just breathe.

[Music starts up, dies]
Oh!

[Confused chatter]
What the hell?

I swear to God, Mark installed
those stupid solar panels,

and now I have a blackout?

Seriously, where the hell's
the flashlight?

I'm actually glad
the lights went out.

You think you're glad?
She was gonna sing.

I meant because
we need to talk.

Enough with the
"need to talk" crap, okay?

Our office
is being folded into Denver.

I know.
Delia told me.

This isn't about
our office, Mary.

P.S., I should tell you now,
no clue where the fuse box is.

What I said before
about Abigail being mad--

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

What? What?

Here.

Look.

What am I looking at?

My childhood,
flashing before my eyes.

Jesus.

What would you say?
100 grand?

According to
this payout receipt, 162.

There's a note.

"My dear Norah,
wish I could've given you more."

Great, now I gotta
turn this over to Treasury.

Add that to the list.

Hold on, a payout receipt,
a photo of him at the track

with the racing form.

Your father's obviously
gone to some effort

to prove
this money's legitimate.

What's your point?

Maybe the reason
he came back was,

yes, to reconcile with you,
but also to leave you this

- as a final gesture.
- Please.

The guy abandoned our family
for 30-plus years.

He thinks
he can make up for it

with a little
retroactive charity?

- No thanks.
- You know, technically,

the money belongs to Norah.
[Lock clicks]

Technically, the money
doesn't belong to anyone!

[Knock at door]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- You better get out here.

Mom is threatening
to sing again.

[Sighs]

[Phone rings]

McQueen.

Casey?

Okay, calm down.
Bothering you how?

All right, one sec.

Grab your coat.
Altercation at Scalo's

it's her first day.
She's off to a flying start.

Hey, call APD,
give Chaffee a heads up.

Casey, just sit tight.

I'm gonna stay with you.
Mary's on her way.

Hey, thanks for getting here
so quickly.

Inspector, she's inside.
I got a guy on the door.

Thanks, Abigail.

Hey.
I got this, thanks.

[Door rattles]

Casey?
You can come on out.

It's me, it's Mary.

Come on, it's safe.

What the hell?

Oh, my God, come here.
[Sniffling]

Goddamn it,
let's get you out of here.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Fair warning, dickhead,
next time you see me,

you'll get your ass kicked
by a girl.

Who the hell are you?
You can't threaten me like that.

Oh, geez,
you know what?

I think I left my "give a crap"
in my other jacket.

That's a tough break.

[Groans]

No,
I don't even know him.

I just went out back for a smoke
and he hit on me.

I said no.

You can fill in the blanks
after that.

Okay, Inspector,
I'm assuming you and your friend

would rather take care of this
in my office later.

Yeah, thanks, Abigail.
I'll call you.

Good then.
Keep the ice on it, Casey.

Let's go.

What are you doing
hanging in an alley

with some drunk asshole
you don't know?

It isn't my fault, we're
not allowed to smoke in front.

No, it isn't your fault
you got attacked, of course not.

This is about you putting
yourself in that position!

Getting away from
fat, drunk, and stupid

over there was a fluke.

You're lucky
you got back inside!

All right,
it was stupid!

Yeah, but you're not.
Casey, wake up.

Idiot guys in alleyways
are always gonna hit on you.

All right,
I'll be more careful.

I hope so, 'cause the guys
you're testifying against

are not exactly known
for forgive and forget.

You don't have to worry
about the case.

I'll do what I'm told.
That's what I'm good at.

What? Hey, I don't care
about the case.

I care about you.
I care about keeping you safe!

I'm fine, all right?
Can we just go?

I'm fine!

[Indistinct conversation]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How is she?
- She's on her couch

with a bag of peas
on her face.

You know,
she's actually a good kid.

Smart, tough.
She kept saying she's fine,

but she's clearly
more at sea than she thought.

I mean, I was doing
my "bad cop" thing.

- You have a "good cop" thing?
- No, I don't.

Anyway, I don't know.
I just don't know

if I got through to her.

Maybe put in a call
to Dr. Finkel.

It's done.
They're talking tomorrow.

Good work.

Hey.

I had my guy at Treasury
run a random sample

- of the serial numbers.
- Marshall.

None of the bills in that case
was ever reported stolen.

Outside of whatever your father
put down on the horse,

I think the money
in the suitcase is clean

and he wanted it that way.

He wanted it that way?
Look, you can be a Hardy Boy

or Dr. Freud, pal,
but you gotta pick.

Speaking of Hardy Boys,
what's up with Nancy Drew

and that massive bug
up her ass?

She was ice cold at the scene,
calling me "inspector."

- What's that about?
- It's about that talk

that we need to have.

Can we just go out
to the balcony?

Balcony. What, are you gonna
throw yourself off

or recite Shakespeare,
'cause only one of those

is gonna get me out there.

Mary, please, just...

We have to talk.

What's up?

Okay, uh...

Ever since--
not long after we met,

I knew we'd have to have this--
this conversation.

I never imagined it
on the balcony.

- Jesus, Marshall.
- This is hard, okay?

We do a lot of talking
without talking, so--

Are you dying or what?
Spit it out already.

You're my partner.

You're my best friend.

And...

I love you.

Oh.

I-I don't mean.
You know what I mean.

I love this.
What we have.

This--it's indefinable.

And up until now, nothing's ever
come along to jeopardize that.

Marshall,
you're my best friend.

You're my only friend.

I mean, forget friend,
you're...

You know?

I know.
I love that.

But that's the problem.

Oh.

'Cause you're
getting married.

Yeah.
I'm getting married.

I love Abigail, deeply.

And because I do,
that's why I need you to,

um, to do something for me.

Anything.

I need you to, uh...

To release me.

I need to be free enough
to have a life with Abigail,

and I need you to be okay enough
for that to happen,

because--

because if you call,
I'll come.

Every time.

Wow.

[Sighs]

I don't know
a lot these days.

All I know is more than anything
in the whole world,

I want you to be happy.

So I'm gonna say this once
and only once.

[Sighs]

I want you to marry Abigail.
She makes you happy.

I like her.
And I like you together.

I know.

I hide it well.

[Laughs]

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

- So...
- Okay.

Shall we get on with
the rest of our lives?

You first.

I just got off
with Perillo.

For the love of God,
rephrase.

Perillo just called.
He's pissed.

Perillo was born pissed.

Guy gets in fights with women
in line at Babies "R" Us.

Let me guess, Casey.

Two hours late
for trial prep.

She's not late.
She's on model time.

Two hours late
is half an hour early.

Mary, I've been trying
to get her all morning.

No answer.

Huh.
I'm on it.

Casey?

Casey, it's Mary.
Open up!

Casey! Casey!

Yeah, I need an ambulance
to 50 Lewis street,

possible overdose.

That 12-year-old E.R. doctor
said the OD

could have been accidental,
but he doubts it.

I knew she was struggling,
I just--

Don't beat yourself up.

I saw her
and I missed it too.

I'll stay with her until
she wakes up, keep you posted.

Thanks, Shelly.

She's a good kid.

Don't hate her
'cause she's beautiful.

[Card reader beeps]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Who, whoa, whoa.

What the hell is this?

- Did you get fired?
- Nope.

- Promoted.
- What?

You made regional chief?

Actually,
deputy director.

Whoa, whoa.
Deputy director of WITSEC?

The top job
in D.C., wow.

Dibs on planning
his goodbye dinner.

Aw, rats,
you beat me to it.

Stan, congrats.

This is-- Marshall!
You hear this?

I heard.

Well, first order of business:
Albuquerque WITSEC stays put.

- Good.
- That's right.

Turns out this office
has some newfound pull in D.C.

How soon till
we get a new chief?

- Already got one.
- Give me a name, I'll look him up.

Yeah, Google
"pencil-pushing ass-hat."

No need to Google,
just turn around.

Douche bag.

I can't believe
you buried the lead.

With all that's gone on
this week,

my making chief
hardly qualifies as the lead.

It's pretty ancillary.
Don't say "ancillary."

- Why not?
- I don't know, it's annoying.

It's the exact word
for what I'm trying to convey.

Don't say "convey."

Don't you have a witness
and a hospital to get to?

Oh...

You making chief,

it's pretty great.

[Siren wails]

I know this
is hard for you.

Hey.

Hey, Mary.
We had a good chat.

- I'll see you tomorrow, Casey.
- Thanks, Shelly.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to
be sorry.

Look, Casey, you've always
had people, you know,

agents, handlers,

telling you where to go
and what to do.

You don't have that any more.
You have me and you have you.

So you gotta learn
to protect yourself,

'cause pills or whatever--

I can't protect you
from that.

I mean, ultimately,
that's up to you.

I'm such a mess.

Yeah, well,
life's messy.

Look, ever since your mom died,
you've been on your own,

and believe me,
I know what that's like.

But you're too smart, Casey.
You're too strong to give up.

But at some point you
have to say "screw the past"

and just play the hand
you're dealt,

'cause otherwise--

well,
there is no otherwise.

Yeah.

I don't know
if you're a mom or not but,

I bet you'd be
a really great one.

Yeah, uh,
I don't know about great...

But it makes me happy.

You know the last time
I was really happy?

It was in ninth grade,
in school.

Home was hell,
but school was safe.

I lived for that place.

Um, look,
I've gotta be somewhere,

but I'll stop by
tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

Good. We've got some stuff
to discuss.

We do? What?

School.

Hi, this is Mary Shannon.

Yeah, um, I think I know
what my father would want.

[Sighs]

Joanna?

Hey, in here.

- Brandi?
- I sent her home.

I thought I could use
the practice.

"Practice"?

Not a word that necessarily
slows the pulse.

How you doing, Bub?

- Oh, hey, mama.
- How's she doing?

Let me just go
make her a bottle.

Mary, Mary.

I fed her, changed her,
and she's good.

We're--we're happy,
so maybe take it down a notch.

Wow, okay.
[Exhales]

- You did great.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- What's this?

I keep thinking about
the way I left,

the way I always leave.

Things go wrong
and I just take off.

Yeah, well,
that's in the DNA.

I don't want
to do that any more.

It's not good for me.
It's not good for...

[Baby gurgling]

[Laughs]

Anyway,
mom and I were talking,

and I think I might
want to stick around.

Oh.

Okay.

I mean, aren't you worried
about running into Peter?

Terrified.

As scary as that is,
it's not nearly as scary

as doing this by myself.

So then you're
keeping the baby?

I want to.

I mean, you did,

and I don't know why,
but that gives me courage.

I really think
I can do this, Mary,

just not alone.

Right, well,
I mean, I'm not gonna lie,

it's not for sissies,
or sleepers, apparently.

But you can do this.

Squish,
I know you can.

We'll do it
together, okay?

Okay.
Thank you.

Yeah, um, listen, I wanted
to take care of something.

You don't mind
being here with Norah?

I love being here
with Norah.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Oh, Daddy left something
for us-- for the babies.

I want to talk to you
about it later, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Welcome home.

[
Rosi Golan??s "Been a Long Day"
]

Nobody likes letting go.

From our earliest moments,

from birth till
we're six feet under,

our instinct
is to grab, grip, cling.

To a finger,
a bottle, a best friend.

To a faded old racing form.

Sometimes we hold on
for dear life

to the very things that keep us
from actually living it.

But that comes with
an upside.

It's the way we feel
when we finally let go.

The trick, I guess,
is to not find a way around

the curveballs life serves up,
but to live with them

in halfway-happy,
uneasy alliance.

And to search
for new things to cling to,

and when you finally find them,
to hang on just as tight.

And around
and around we go,

holding on until the time comes
to say good-bye.

Oh, no, no.

And like it or not,
ready or not,

you have to accept
one universal truth:

Life is messy,
always and for all of us.

But a wise man once said,
"maybe messy is what you need,"

and I think
he might be right.

So...

- You brought a guy.
- Oh, my God.

Introducing him
to your friends.

- Interesting.
- It's not a big deal.

All right, all right.

[Laughs]

Stupid.

Honestly.

[Indistinct conversation]

[Glass clinking]

- Oh.
- Oh, dear, worry.

Before it's too late,
I'd just like to raise a glass

to old friends,
to new beginnings,

to all of us, but especially
to the new deputy director.

[Cheers]

Stan!

Yeah, Stan!

Bon voyage
and a fond farewell.

- Yeah, Stan!
- To Stan.

- Clinkity clink, all right?
- Yes, yes.

All: Cheers.

That was very nice.

Don't say "farewell."

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