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- Let's go!

- "Doc".

- She has no recollection
of the last eight years.

- Bring it on.

I came here to help you.

- "Kitchen Nightmares".

Are you in?

- And "Going Dutch".
- Ah pew, pew, pew.

First guns I've
seen on the base.

- Let's go, let's go!
- All available now.

[cannon fire]

[Patrick] Where are we at
with the press release?

Headline, "Colonel Patrick Quinn
to take emergency command

of USAG Bomb Holder."

Then the bio,
"A native of Massachusetts,

the colonel has had command
and staff positions

in five divisions,
including special forces,

throughout his decorated
30-year career."

Mention the Rangers.
People get hard

when I name drop the Rangers.

- Give America erection.
- Mm-hm.

"Awarded the Distinguished
Service Cross for combat heroism

a Purple Heart,
and a Silver Star."

Then we mention your tours
in Iraq and Afghanistan,

and finish with father
to Maeve and Margaret.

No, no, no. Drop the family
stuff. That's too soft.

I'm a man of action.
That's why they want

the big dog close to the border,

in case things pop off
with the Russkies.

Again, sir, gotta hide your glee
for World War III.

It's coming, baby. It's coming.

[door closes]

Congratulations, colonel.

I see you're wearing
your dress blues.

Thank you, General Davidson.
When I imagined this day

in my head, I pictured myself
in my dress blues,

but I didn't imagine
you being here.

I wanted to be here.
I know this is something

you've waited on
for a long time.

How are your girls?

I heard that you are
a grandpa now.

- No, I don't have a grandkid.
- I could have sworn.

- I don't-- Oh, the baby, yes.
- The baby?

So there is a grandkid,
but he's not like a real

human being yet, he's more like,
just like a blob.

- His name's Owen.
- I don't love that.

Everyone's great, sir.

And what about
your other daughter?

The one I met at West Point?

I'm sure she's fine.

General, why are you
here specifically?

I'm the new commanding
officer of Baumholder.

No, no. I'm supposed to be

the new commanding officer
of Baumholder.

They told me to report here for
an emergency command position.

Correct. You are reporting here

and taking emergency command
of the USAG Stroopsdorf.

Ninety minutes away
in the Netherlands.

Uh, is that even a combat base?

No, service base.
One of our smallest.

I apologize if our original
message was a little misleading.

It was supposed to be
very misleading.

You remember our
training exercise

a few months ago at Fort Irwin?

- We had body cams on everybody.
- Yeah.

- Colonel Quinn.
- Yeah.

[soldier] You were
in Task Force Dagger, right?

General Davidson said
the action was really heavy.

Davidson wouldn't know
if there was any action.

Davidson's a giant [bleep].

He's never seen any action.
Him and [bleep]

is like [bleep] being a [bleep]

them and the Joint Chiefs
of Staff.

That's first ballot
[bleep] Hall of Fame.

I-I apologize for that, general.

No need. The brass
wanted you buried

and I volunteered
to dig the hole.

- Why the Netherlands, sir?
- To drive you insane.

[chuckles]

[theme music]

[electric static]

The sign makes it seem like

the army base is
inside the bowling alley.

Like one of those Starbucks
that's inside of a supermarket.

Hm.

[bell ringing]

Still waiting for my
first salute.

Hold on.

- [bell rings]
- Did he just...

Wave to you like Forrest Gump
on a shrimping boat?

- He did.
- Where are the guns? It's weird.

The base, it feels naked.

You know what we'll do?
Get up to that tower.

Some high ground so we can see
what we're working--

Uh-uh-uh. I wouldn't.
Possums don't like it

when you go in their tower.

- Sir.
- Soldier, you need a haircut.

You look like they found Jesus
dead in a river.

- That's funny.
- Oh, boy. No, no...

- No, no, no, no, no, no!
- You! What the...!

- No, no, no, no!
- There's a fat hippie on a bike.

You're wrinkling your
dress blue, sir.

- Okay. Yes.
- Yeah. Yeah.

You know what I'm gonna do?
Work miracles.

That's how I stay in the race.
That's how I get

promoted back to Baumholder.

Ah, no. That's, that's a little
too far, sir.

The race is done.
Right now, you're in the

horse tent, where they put you
down in private.

No one's ever come back from
something like this.

No, no, no.
I just need to stay shiny

and turn this dump
into a, a combat base

full of born-again badasses
with no bikes.

- Get rid of the bikes--
- He's back. He's back.

- The hippie is back.
- All right. Ride away!

- Ride away! Sir.
- I got...

- I-I have to not look at him.
- Hey, hey. Look over there.

That building looks important.

- Welcome to the fromagerie, sir.
- I'm confused.

Cheese is what
Stroopsdorf's known for.

Cheese, laundry, and bowling.

We're in the horse tent.
All right. We need to recon

every inch of this base
immediately.

Of course, sir.

- Cheese.
- Hm.

Laundry.

Bowling. Stroopsdorf offers
all three services

to bases in Germany and Belgium.

No tether-ball? No Apple store?

Sir, why would we need
an Apple store...

when we have a teen center?

- [cue stick clicks]
- Ugh!

Where are the teens?

Oh, there are actually no kids
on the base.

But in last year's budget, there
was money for a teen center.

So now we have a teen center.

Worst tour ever.

Sergeant, thank you. Dismissed.

I'm being stalked by
giant bowling signs.

This place is a boys'
and girls' club for middle-aged

Dutch civilians,
including a small-time gigolo

playing the video game.

Hey, back to work.
Move away from the machine

before I feed you into it
like a quarter.

I am still on early lunch break.
I brought soup from home.

Would you like some?
We could share a spoon. Wow.

- I really like your medals.
- I despise your mesh hoodie.

Then you're going to hate
the fact that this is

actually a onesie.
All right. Bye-bye.

- Not worth it.
- Okay.

This guy I can order around.
Private.

Take me to the base commander.

Yes, sir. Actually, no, sir.
Sorry, sir.

Okay, the commander's
been running the base

remotely for the last
six months, sir.

Take me to whoever's in-charge
of the ground.

Follow me, sir.

[glass shatters]

I like this private.

- He just ran into a door.
- But at least he ran.

Today, the commander-in-chief's
annual awards

for installation excellence
were announced.

As interim commander,
I am proud to say

that in the category of
European support base

parenthetical small,
we are this year's winners.

- [all cheering]
- As a reward...

we have purchased
state-of-the-art equipment

to improve our
cardiovascular health

and emotional well-being.

It's time...

to silent disco.

- Yes!
- [all] Whoo!

Normally, a colonel
walks onto an army base

and butt holes clench.

But their stink vents
are flapping around

all loosey-goosey.

What the hell?

Talk about loose. I don't even
understand what I'm looking at.

Well, what I don't understand is
why would Davidson send you

to a Dutch Club Med and not
Alaska to freeze your nuts off?

Good point,
because he's the psyops king.

He'd think he'd wanna
send me someplace

where I confront
my biggest fear.

Which is failure. And I've never
failed at anything except...

[all laughing and chattering]

Uh...

Colonel Quinn, sir,
this is Captain Quinn, sir.

Oh, my God. You guys have the
same last name.

That is so crazy.

Not crazy.

That is my father. Sir.

Stop. Stop dancing.

I'm sure you have some
feelings about me

being stationed here.

- I would rather you not be here.
- I don't wanna be here.

- Oh, you don't? Oh!
- No. Are you kidding?

It's like the last place
I wanna be.

Well, I thought
you wanted to be here.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, great. And why, why...
- [Patrick] Yeah. Yeah.

General Davidson sent me here
as a punishment.

Okay, well, how is Stroopsdorf
a punishment?

Stroopsdorf is not
the punishment.

Being here with you is.

I'm just remembering
this feeling

in my body so I can report it
to my therapist later.

The feeling is red,
and it's shaped like a dagger.

- Sir.
- You don't have to call me sir.

Let's just have a normal
father-daughter... interaction.

I'm really glad you're
still doing

the thing where
you talk to the--

- Therapy.
- Yes. It's great.

Well, then why did you say no
when I asked--

Oh, my god.
You're still on this.

- Two years ago.
- I don't think it was

- two years ago.
- It was exactly two years ago.

That's when I cut off
contact with you.

Hm.

And you did not even notice?

Okay, I was busy saving America.

You should retire.
You're already a legend.

We studied your missions
at West Point.

And yet, you're still
uniquely unqualified

to command a service base
due to the fact

that you're a raging narcissist.

That is a terrible thing
to say to your father.

Number one, number two.

Specifically,
which missions of mine

are they teaching at West Point?

Anybody would ask that.

- Excuse me.
- Hm-mm.

What does XO stand for?

I'm Commander of Hugs
and Kisses.

- Oh, nice.
- It means executive officer.

What does a executive
officer do?

I anticipate every problem,
solve it efficiently...

then I leave without
taking credit.

We provide services
to combat bases.

- I can do this too.
- What are you talking about?

This is a service base.
It doesn't just become

a combat base because
you took a job out of spite.

I do everything out of spite.

My body is 60% water
and 40% spite.

Sorry to interrupt this
very touching reunion.

Just a reminder
that you're both officers

in a glass cube
that everyone can see.

We were trying to leave
the military out of it.

No, no, no. You need to
bring the military back in

and you need to hold on to it
for dear life. Just...

Yeah, yeah. Captain,
you have concerns

about the colonel
commanding Stroopsdorf?

Yes, sir.
I have an operation in motion

that I have spent
ten months planning.

Failure will destabilize
relations in the region

and the colonel's very presence
could sabotage it.

Copy that, captain. Please,
brief us on the operation.

Uh, a bunch of us are marching

in the Tulip,
Tulip Festival tomorrow.

- What?
- I didn't quite hear that.

A bunch of us are marching
in the Tulip Festival tomorrow.

God! I-I-I feel like I'm with
Eisenhower on eve of D-Day.

It is our first ever invitation
to the festival

and it's actually crucial
to our diplomatic mission.

I led Operation Iron Hammer,
Iron Saber, and Iron, um...

- Justice.
- Justice. So I think...

I can handle
Operation Tulip Festival.

Well, I think that you will

break this place
trying to fix it.

And there's actually nothing
wrong with Stroopsdorf.

Really?
Can you show me one thing

that's right about this...

- Place. Good.
- Place?

[Maggie] Welcome
to my pride and joy.

The best dining facility
in the U.S. military.

Because great food increases

productivity
and job satisfaction

which is why we have
the highest morale

of any base in the U.S. Army.

Food was smacking today,
Captain Maggie.

Don't leave him hanging,
Captain Maggie.

Okay.

[both] Uh! Phew! Phew! Phew!

[clicking fingers]

First guns I've seen
on the base.

I do believe you have
the softest troops

in the history of
the U.S. Army.

That's a gross
mischaracterization.

- Major?
- Hand.

[chuckling] Sorry.
That tickles.

Smooth as a baby's bottom.

[sniffs] Lavender?

We pick it in the afternoon, sir.

Right before nap time.

Moving on.

Mmm.

[grunts]

[grunts and bangs table]

- Mmm!
- Mm-hm.

How's the chow?

- I've had better.
- I haven't.

Each bite is a Proustian odyssey

propelling me through
space and time.

You're welcome. Stroopsdorf is

the best service base in Europe,
parenthetical small.

We are great at what we do.

We maybe a different
kind of soldier than you,

but we're still soldiers.

We shall see about that.

- Right, major?
- Can I finish?

Oh, we're gonna finish.
Yeah, yeah.

Mm-hm. Get some of that sauce.
Let me get that sauce.

- Oh, cleaning your plate.
- [Patrick] All right.

- Mm-hm.
- Mm-hm.

Company, attention!

I am your new commanding
officer, Colonel Patrick Quinn.

First order of business,

no more giant bowling signs.

It's idiotic! Number two,

everyone in the courtyard
for PT, now!

That's the sound of
100 butt holes puckering.

Keep those knees high! High!

Higher than you heathens get on
a 48-hour leave to Amsterdam.

We're going back to basics.
Basic training.

[Abraham] After this, you will
crawl under barbed wire

to the sound of gunfire
from a Bluetooth speaker,

because none of you can remember
where you put the actual guns.

- [Maggie] Oh!
- Uh! Ah!

Way to you go, Papadakis.
Good try.

What is this, T-ball?
We're not moving on until

Papadakis does this right.

I don't care
if it takes all night.

[all clamoring]

- [Maggie] Oh, wow!
- [Papadakis] Sorry, everybody.

- It's my gout.
- Did he just say gout?

It's a disease
where uric acid builds up.

It's a disease for gluttonous
16th century European nobles,

not active duty US military.

I admit to having a weakness

for rich foods and goose flesh,
much like the kings of old.

- I'm gonna kill him.
- No, it's not...

It's not Papadakis's fault.

I have let go
of the leash a bit.

That is because my focus
has been in other areas.

Quality control.
Customer satisfaction.

What is this, a Panera?

Mm-mm. Oh, come on.

That's the best grilled cheese
I've ever had.

That is because
my supply sergeant

sources all of the
best ingredients.

Where does your supply sergeant
get all these fine ingredients?

I don't ask,
and she doesn't tell me.

Oh, don't ask, don't tell.
You know, I was in the army

the first time they tried that.
Didn't work then, either.

I love a good supply sergeant.

Somebody who can get anything
for anyone from anywhere.

Sometimes it does attract
the unscrupulous type

who wants to just bleed
the US Army dry.

Colonel, are you accusing
Sergeant Conway

of misappropriation
without evidence?

No.

Oh, that's just
a supply closet.

There's a key around here
somewhere.

Yeah, it's okay. I have one.

[door thuds]

[laughs]

Yeah.

Well, don't ask, don't tell,
huh? It never works,

but if you have to live in
a closet, this would be the one.

I've hung my coat there
like a million times.

All right, Colonel.
How do you wanna play this?

Pour me a glass of that Gamay.

- Any of this legal?
- Legal-ish.

Military spending
is a running faucet.

- I just dip a thimble.
- Hmm.

Colonel, you just knocked down
a door into the Goonies'

treasure cave.
Why are you not upset?

Because this is no longer
an investigation.

It is now a job interview.

And sergeant,
I want you to be part of my

personal staff, Team Shiny.

- Sure.
- Could you give us a second?

[Patrick] Thank you.

Ah, ah. You don't get Gamay.

- But I like Gamay.
- [Patrick] No, no, no.

You don't get Gamay.

Not if you turn
an entire US Army base

into Captain Maggie's
Montessori School.

But don't worry.
I'm in charge now,

and the party... is over.

[Maggie] This Tulip festival is
over 500 years old.

And started within
these medieval walls.

I made you these cards
just to give you context

for everything that's
gonna happen and you can--

Done a million parades,
number one.

Number two,
I'm electric off the cuff.

So if you wanna worry about
something, worry about

your soldiers tripping over
their own sacks.

Or, or, lady sacks. Don't wanna
be accused of being sexist.

Well, it was sexist, so...

The Colonel wanted me to
tell you that he appreciates

all the work
you put into this festival.

- No, he didn't.
- No, he didn't.

- That usually works.
- Positive feedback...

would require emotions, empathy.

He didn't even cry at his
own mother's funeral.

I would do anything
to see him cry.

Operation Iron Tear.

[laughing]

Am I right?
Operation Iron Tear.

- Yeah, I know, I got it. Yeah.
- Okay.

[sighing]

Hello, I'm Katja Vanderhoff,

head of troops of
Chamber of Commerce.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Colonel Patrick Quinn.

Hope you guys take it
easy on me today.

I'm a Tulip Festival virgin.

Well, I hope you last longer
than most virgins.

- [laughs]
- So what is your business?

Maybe I'll stop by
and say hi sometime.

I own the local brothel.

You know, maybe I'll just
see you out in the street or...

Not-not street corner, because
obviously you're a high class...

owner of a business. Hm.

I'll give the speech.

- What are you doing here?
- Hi, so I'm Jan.

And I'm the translator.

Doesn't everybody speak English?

Sure, but I also translate
social cues.

For example,
you really like her,

but you're trying to hide it.

Why?

Get away from me.

Good luck.

Good afternoon,
I am Colonel Patrick Quinn,

commander of USAG Stroopsdorf.

We are proud to represent
our home country of America,

and proud to be included
as members of this community.

[people cheering]

Electric off the cuff.

Up first
are some of our soldiers,

approaching with
wheels of cheese.

Ooh!
[clapping]

That's what we do.

Stroopsdorf is one of the things
we make cheese.

And now, uh, the laundry project

from Stroopsdorf.

- What're they doing? Oh.
- It's in the note cards.

They are performing a...

interpretive dance

about laundry.

Circ the laundry.

That is just a long time
for them to...

You know,
I used to lead soldiers

into battle to fight
our enemies.

Now I lead them into
a fight stains.

- [all cheering]
- Oh, they are doing so good.

He's gonna explode.

Giant bowling sign.
Okay, everybody down!

What was the first thing I said
on the first day?

First order I gave.

- No giant...
- [speaker static]

Would you stop?

[groaning and grunting]

- No, colonel! Dad!
- Stop!

What happened to your gout,
Papadakis?

Big time players make big time
plays in big time games.

You're a big time disgrace.

- [ripping poster]
- What? Hey!

- Yeah?
- Being very American.

It's better than being from
a country that legalized drugs

and ratted out Anne Frank.

[all gasping]

Really...

The crowd did not really
like that joke.

They found it super offensive.

- Oh, really?
- Yes.

Thank you for reporting
that to me.

All right.
Well, let's clean that up.

Get out of the way.

[water sloshing]

[Patrick] Hey.

Conway told me
where you like to go in town.

And, uh, I wanted to apologize.

[scoffs]
Okay. Go ahead. Apologize.

I just did.

So, I'm putting together

a thing I like to call
Team Shiny.

Which is like the best of
the best at Stroopsdorf.

Which is a little bit like
trying to make

a basketball team
of the world's tallest midgets.

- You can't say that.
- All right, little people.

- No.
- I don't think there's

another word that I could say.

No, no. I'm not joining.

And you know what?
I'm not at work,

so you're actually
not my commander.

You're just my dad, and I don't
really talk to my dad.

You're serious?

After I came down here
and tried to be nice...

- Come on.
- Hmm.

I can say midget
whenever I want.

I fought in Iraq, so...

Midget, midget, midget.

[phone ringing]

- Yes?
- [Patrick] You were right.

Can't say the M word.
I Googled it,

and apparently the little
bastards really hate it.

- I'm hanging up.
- No, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Don't hang up. I-I wanted to ask
you something.

If you hate me so much, why did
you follow in my footsteps?

Like, what's the point
in everything?

I wanna keep being of service.

I wanna run for public office,

Congresswoman, senator.

And if things break right...
[clears throat]

um, President.

You wanna be President?

If things break right, I said.

So you're a stone-cold psycho.
You're-you're...

much more like me
than you even think.

This is why I don't tell people.

- That you wanna be President?
- That you're my dad.

[sighs] Okay.

When I screwed up at the parade,

I saw that look on your face.

And it was the same one
you gave me

whenever I came back later

than I promised you I would.

Which was, let's face it,
most of the time.

You would look up at me
with those...

big eyes...

as if to say...

"I know you don't wanna be here,
you coward."

[Maggie] Hello?

- Colonel.
- [Patrick sniffles]

- Dad.
- [Patrick] Oh!

- Dad.
- [Patrick] Ugh!

It's happening.
Operation Iron Tear.

It's happening.

Move!

Ooh, ooh, ooh!
Ooh! Tear! Tear! Tear!

No, no, it's just my eyes
were watering.

- [Patrick] I have allergies.
- Ah-huh.

It's the tulips.
They're freaking everywhere.

Thanks for... finally calling.

Uh, it doesn't make sense
for us to

just be a combat base
or just be a service base.

We really have to be both,
so that means...

we're gonna have to
work together.

Looks good on the resume.

I'd only do it to win Ohio.

- Of course.
- Okay, deal.

- Okay.
- I'm gonna go

get some Kleenex
so that we can wipe the tears

that were just rolling down
your face.

- Don't need them.
- [Maggie] You guys got tissues

for men crying?

[gunshots]

- Ah, first strike of the day.
- Yeah, boy!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry. No, that's my bad.

I take things too far.

Where did you find the guns?

Underneath the
Halloween decorations.

- Oh.
- Can I?

No. No, no, no. No.
You're done.

[children] It's going so well.