Army Wives, Season 2

Amanda:
Show me the mother, and I'll show you the child.

Roxy:
[opening her front door] Weren't you just here awhile ago?

Pamela:
I know. But this time I brought a medical professional.

Denise:
[sliding a bottle of wine out of a paper bag as she walks through the door] This won't cure anything, but it just might make the waiting easier.

Roxy:
I doubt it.

Pamela:
Well, it couldn't hurt to try.

Roxy:
[laughs as she walks toward the kitchen] Look at the two of you. It feels like I'm on the wrong end of an intervention.

Pamela:
[Intro radio voiceover] This is Pamela Moran. I realize that this isn't my normal radio slot, but normal isn't a word that applies much anymore. Not around here. I don't know how to gently lead up to something like this, so I'm just going to say it. I just found out that someone very near to me died. As you all know, four days ago there was a bombing at the Hump Bar, and the city is still not back to normal. People are trying to understand how something so terrible could have happened here. The destruction, debris, both physical and emotional have taken a heavy toll, though the Army was quick to respond. I too was one of those who was glued to my television. It was as if I only listened to the news reports long enough, and watched the images enough times, that somehow it would all change. On that first day that we were hungering for information, my son came up to me and asked me if I could take him to the beach. Our adult world is falling apart, but in my child's world, he just wanted to go to the beach he said he'd found this secret place where the gold starfish are, and he wanted to show it to me. But no I couldn't pull myself away. I just sat there in front of the television hypnotized by it all. People who aren't in the military don't understand the unique bonds that are forged so quickly on an army post. Maybe it's because we move so much. You know when you rarely spend two or three years in one place, it forces you to get to the heart of things. That's why when one of these people who we've come to care about like they're our own family slips away, leaves us forever, the loss is almost unbearable.

Pamela:
[Continued radio voiceover] The mind plays tricks on us at times like this. It has to. We need it to. It's how we're able to power on and do what needs to be done. Even something as mundane as doing the dishes that are piling up in the sink, or going out, getting up and doing what needs to be done for your loved ones. The future doesn't stop. We all search for strength on that first day or two. I did. But whether what I found was true strength or some part of our DNA that makes us want to reach out and help, I don't know. Times like this we question our own strength, our ability to hang on and not crumble. It's one of the things I admire most about the army wives I've met. Must be a military thing- this capacity to press on despite the obstacles, to see a mission through to its completion. No matter what happens that makes us question the world we live in, life goes on, as cliché as that sounds. One generation passes the baton to the next generation and the cycle of life continues. Regeneration- life renewed. What is it that the poets keep trying to hammer into our heads? Winter becomes spring, night becomes day, as one wave crashes onto the shore and disappears, another one appears behind it, and another and another. I guess we humans just plain want to stick around. The ride must be worth the price of admission. And it's not in us to give up hope, even when any reason for hope has dwindled to almost nothing. This communal spirit, this crazy insistence that we all are connected in each other's caretaker, it keeps us from sinking into despair, or sliding into the abyss. What is it about the human touch- holding a loved one close and feeling their warmth, their heartbeat. I mean this is the Army and frequently our loved ones are far away. But their warmth doesn't have to be. At times it feels totally random. It's roll of the dice on who lives and who dies. At some point words fail us and we're left with silence. Silence and time. I read something once, to live in hears you leave behind, is not to die. I don't know what each of you is going to do today, but now is the time to tell those you love, that you love them. Like we loved Amanda and she lives in our hearts still, and will never be forgotten. Me, I think I'm going to pick up my kids up and take that ride down to the ocean like they wanted. The water's beautiful this time of the year. Besides, they know where the gold starfish are.

Pamela:
[to Denise, standing by the comatose Betty] I'm gonna stay. Maybe I'll tell Betty how Roxy dyed her 'netherlands' in a pink heart before Trevor left.

Claudia Joy:
[voice-over] To rejoin life is to accept what's happened, but I can't accept it. I can't move forward. I can't turn back. So I hold my breath living in a suspended state of existence.

Trevor:
[voice-over] What do you do when you're told no mail can go out for a week due to security concerns? You get out a pen and paper anyway. Dear Roxy, I'm here, and by the time you get this letter, I might be somewhere else. But right now, Iraq has got to be the driest place on earth. Baby, there's no preparing for this. No books, no pictures, no training. Just the reality. It makes me wonder if sometimes you'd be better off if I had never brought you into this crazy life.

Claudia Joy:
Everything that was familiar is now unfamiliar. What's light is now dark. The world seems a vast and unfriendly place.

Trevor:
Death is everywhere here, in what you smell, hear, see, feel, and somehow, you're just supposed to put it all away. Forget you saw it. Move on. Is this hell?

Claudia Joy:
Where is hell? Never to love again.

Betty:
[to TJ and Finn after they had set off an alarm] Hey! Watch it! Pull the wrong plug and I'll die.

[Joan has just vomited into a trash can as Roland arrives home with dinner.]

Roland:
Sorry I'm late. I got dinner.

Joan:
I already had dinner. It's in the trash can!

Roland:
I see.

[Roland walks over and starts to set the food on the desk next to Joan.]

Joan:
[gags] Oh baby, whatever that is, it's -- it's not welcome here!

Roland:
Ok, ok, I got it. [takes food outside] You ok now?

Joan:
[drinks water] My body's being invaded. I'm no longer a person, I'm a host!

Roxy:
They're not sending you to County. I got you another week!

Betty:
[in amazement] Roxy LeBlanc. What did you do?!

Roxy:
I took my shirt off. And as soon as the week is over, you're moving in with me.

Chase:
[sees Katie wearing her armor costume] Wow! You know what this is?

Katie:
No.

Chase:
It's a breastplate.

Katie:
But I don't have breasts yet.

[Chase is speechless and looks at Pamela for "help".]

Pamela:
[laughs] You're on your own!

[...]

Katie:
You'll read my lines, Daddy? Please! You can take all the other parts.

Chase:
[embarrassed] No, no...your daddy is not much of an actor, sweetie.

Katie:
You're a real soldier. You know how to say all the words right.

[Finn is in the bathroom trying to tie a tie while talking to his imaginary friend "Harry".]

Finn:
[looks at "Harry"] Shut up Harry! No, you're stupid!

Roxy:
[comes to the bathroom door, amused] Are you and Harry at it again?

Finn:
He told me to wear a tie but he can't tie one and neither can I!

Roxy:
[smiles] Well, your dad can't tie a tie worth a darn either. I have to tie it for him all the time.

Finn:
Hi!

Claudia Joy:
Hi Finn.

Finn:
[hands Claudia Joy some yellow flowers] I tried to find red ones.

Claudia Joy:
[smiles] Oh, thank you! I love yellow!

Finn:
Would you go on a date with me?

[Claudia Joy is speechless and looks at a slightly embarrassed Roxy walking up behind Finn]

Finn:
[sees Roxy] Mom! Shoo, shoo!

[Katie and Lucas are having a mock swordfight with Chase in the front yard]

Roxy:
[walks over] Katie, Lucas! Stop beheading your father! Hey Chase. Welcome back. Where's Pamela?

Chase:
[on the ground after being tackled by Katie and Lucas] I gave her the day off.

Roxy:
Uh-oh. She promised to sit these two. [points at Finn and TJ]

Chase:
Between you and me, I've had easier training missions.

Roxy:
Well, four is easier than two.

Chase:
[mock surprise] Really?

Roxy:
No! [laughs] [sends boys to Katie and Lucas] Go impale somebody! [turns to leave, to Chase] I'll pick 'em up at six. Have them laundered and dried.

Harry:
[to Claudia Joy] Love's an amazing thing. Can't see it. Can't touch it. Can't smell it. Yet, it's there with us from the day we're born.

[Roxy and Trevor are video-conferencing]

Roxy:
[excitedly] I know you've only got a minute so, how are you? Are you ok? Are you alive? Are you hurt in anyway at all?

Trevor:
I'm good. Yes, yes, no.

[...]

Trevor:
How about everybody else? They're doing all right?

Roxy:
They're getting there.

Trevor:
And Betty? That old bat make it through?

Betty:
[walks out to the kitchen, deadpan] Bat's right here!

Trevor:
[embarrassed] Oh...

[...]

Roxy:
Oh, guess what? Finn's in love!

Trevor:
With Betty???

Roxy:
No.

Finn:
Mrs. Holden

Roxy:
As in Claudia Joy Holden!

Pamela:
[voice-over, speaking on her radio show] My daughter has faith. That her father will come home in one piece, that tomorrow will be better than today, that she can be brave, that she can be Saint Joan. I guess what I'm saying is, let's not forget to believe, let your imagination roll again. Or something like that.

Joan:
[trying her best to hide her nausea] Deployment papers ready for your signature sir.

Michael:
Which unit is leaving next?

Joan:
3rd Brigade Combat Team.

Michael:
All right. Thank you, Joan.

Joan:
Yes, sir. [turns to leave]

Michael:
Oh, wait. [Joan stops in her tracks] I'd like you to pull their files for me.

Joan:
All of them, sir? There's almost 500. [Michael looks up at her] I'll have them on your desk by this afternoon-- [dashes to the trash can and vomits in it]

Michael:
[stoically] I'm guessing that's either bad sushi or you decided to keep the baby.

Joan:
[regains composure] The baby.

Joan:
[about to tell her staff that she is pregnant] Some of you have probably noticed a few changes in me lately, and I thank you for not bringing them to my attention.

Joan:
Roland, I like logic, discipline, control. It makes me feel safe. That's why I love the Army. But now, I don't know. Sometimes I don't feel logical or in control

Roland:
It's normal. And it's also temporary.

Joan:
So it is my hormones.

Roland:
Yes it is.

Joan:
And you can tell the difference when it's me and when it's...

Roland:
The 'mones? Yeah, I can tell the difference.

Joan:
[sighs in relief] Good. 'Cause I can't, I really can't. This morning, I threw up on General Holden.

Roland:
Ouch. [both laugh]

[...]

Joan:
I just had a thought.

Roland:
What?

Joan:
Since my hormones are up and about anyway...

Roland:
[grins] Might as well put them to good use.

Joan:
Exactly. [they start kissing]

[Joan has fallen asleep at her desk]

LTC Evan Connor:
[knocks at the door] Joan?

[Joan is startled awake]

Connor:
I'm sorry, sometimes, when my wife was pregnant, she wouldn't just nod off at her desk but in the middle of conversations. Of course I think that was my fault. I tend to run on.

[Roxy and Trevor arrive home from the hospital]

Trevor:
Listen.

Roxy:
What?

Trevor:
It's quiet. I never thought I'd miss that.

Betty:
[walks in from kitchen] Welcome home, superhero.

Trevor:
Hello, Betty.

Betty:
[deadpan] Where's the cake?

Roxy:
Would you give him a minute before you start with the wisecracks?!

Trevor:
It's fine. I like that someone has a sense of humor about this whole thing. [Betty turns on the TV] Ugh...goodbye quiet.

Trevor:
So when did Pamela drop off the kids?

Roxy:
Last night. It was their idea. They wanted to be here when you got home. Didn't want to miss a minute.

Trevor:
[amused] You left them alone with Betty? Are you crazy?

Roxy:
[laughs] What! They're survivors. I'm sure they found a great place to hide.

[Joan notices the large stack of baby books on the coffee table in front of Roland.]

Joan:
Whoa! Will there be a quiz?

Roland:
Every day until college!

Betty:
How's the shoulder?

Trevor:
It's ok. How's the cancer?

Betty:
Sucks. [deadpan] Wanna trade?

Trevor:
[shakes head] No.

Betty:
Well, at least you got to take out your enemy. Damn cancer's a sneaky bastard. [points fingers at a mock target] I wish I could just line it up in the crosshairs and drop the son of a bitch. [pretends to shoot]

Trevor:
[sighs] Yeah, don't be so sure.

Betty:
[pauses] Must be tough to actually shoot somebody.

Trevor:
I know what I did was right but all the attention...I don't know, it just feels wrong somehow. I killed a man. Why would I celebrate that?

[Chase has just told Pamela that one of his team members is having a family cookout this afternoon.]

Chase:
Uh, I sort of promised that you'd make potato salad.

Pamela:
But what you really meant was 'I'll BUY potato salad.'

Chase:
Absolutely! You think I want to wipe out my entire squad!

Joan:
Evan, hey I wanted to thank you for reminding me of the pregnancy limits yesterday.

LTC Evan Connor:
Glad I could help

Joan:
Yeah, I had a discussion with General Holden and we agreed that I need to restrict myself to eight hours a day until my maternity leave.

Connor:
Well, every regulation has its purpose.

Joan:
Yeah. Hey Evan, check it out. [shows her pregnancy ACU pants]

Connor:
Nice.

Joan:
Feels good to be loose.

Connor:
Is there anything else I can help you with?

Joan:
I just wanted you to know that I told the General that I'm happy that you're here. And there's no one more competent to pick up the slack.

Connor:
You said that to him?

Joan:
[nods] I did. And while I'm home resting I'm gonna feel a lot more at ease knowing that you're here filling in for me. [calls out] Corporal, just put them on the Lieutenant Colonel's desk.

[Corporal brings in a box and a stack of files and papers and sets them on Connor's desk]

Connor:
[opens a file] What's this?

Joan:
It's the bids for all outside vendors who supply goods to the post. They need to be checked for any irregularities and then altered if noted. [pats Connor on the back and turns to leave] Oh. And, uh, General Holden wants them on his desk at 0800 tomorrow.

Connor:
But this could take all night!

Joan:
Yeah, wish I could help. [walks out] Later, Evan!

Trevor:
Hey, so, this guy here is from our motorpool. He can fix anything. Right Charlie?

Charlie:
I'll admit that.

Roxy:
Thank you, it's right through those doors.

Inspector:
And I'm here to make sure he works on it till it passes. Got your COO right here.

Roxy:
[in amazement] How did you do that???

Trevor:
It's the Army, babe. We take care of our own.

Roxy:
Yeah, but the inspector??

Trevor:
Former paratrooper.

Roxy:
[heaves a huge sigh of relief] Thank you Army. I will never doubt you again!

Sandy:
I wish there was a waitress box that I could just check and be done with.

Roxy:
You know, sometimes I think that whoever writes these things does it with the sole intention of just turning my brain to mush.

Sandy:
Well, well. Didn't know you were a maitre d' too.

Trevor:
I figured that as long as I'm here I might as well help out a bit.

Sandy:
That's too bad. We could use some eye candy around here.

Trevor:
[to Roxy] Hey babe, that new waitress of yours, she's pretty flirty.

Roxy:
She's not flirty. She's being smart. With what this job pays you, you gotta use what God gave you to get the big tips.

[Trevor is in the pantry looking for something when Sandy walks in and deliberately bumps into him]

Sandy:
It's kinda cozy in here, dontcha think?

Trevor:
[looks at Sandy in disbelief] Are you serious?

Sandy:
I'm just sayin'. A person can get in a lot of trouble here ya know. If they wanted to.

Trevor:
[backs away from Sandy] All right. [seriously] As weird as this sounds, I'm actually in love with my wife so...just...watch it.

[Unknown to them, Roxy is at the door listening]

Sandy:
[chuckles] Nothing is gonna happen. [goes up to Trevor] Unless you want it to.

Roxy:
Hey! I think he just said he doesn't want it to. 'Cause I got that department covered just fine, thank you.

Sandy:
Roxy, I...I was just--

Roxy:
[deadpan] Leaving. That's what you were just doing. You're fired. [Trevor looks on in bemusement] And unless you want this jar of mayo on your head, I'd leave right now.

[Sandy leaves]

Trevor:
[laughs] Babe! That was so hot!

Roxy:
Thank you! [Trevor kisses her]

Denise:
[Talking to Claudia about her feelings and how mixed up they are] Just being around him makes me feel like I'm lying to him.

Emmalin:
Why do you always get so stressed out when Grams comes? She's fun.

Claudia Joy:
Grandmothers are always fun. Mothers are another story.

Trevor:
How's the colonel feeling?

Roland:
Great. I think she's making up for all the sleep she lost over her entire career.

Roland:
[about the death gratuity] I remember signing those papers. But the thought of Joan being killed in combat, I just pushed it out of my mind.

Trevor:
Seems like a soldier's worth more dead than alive.

Claudia Joy:
You think after all I've been through, having your parents split up wouldn't be such a big deal.

Pamela:
I think parents splitting up is always a big deal.

Claudia Joy:
I feel like a five-year-old...embarrassing!

Claudia Joy:
Don't you remember? Paolo and Maria had lilies waiting for us in our hotel room when we arrived.

Michael:
[in amazement] You remember what kind of flowers were in a hotel room twenty years ago? That's scary.

Trevor:
Three months ago, I'm patrolling enemy territory in Iraq with Dalton. Now he's dead. And I spend all day filing things, making sure everything's all lined up. A, B, C, D...

Roxy:
What?

Trevor:
I'm an admin clerk, babe. [sarcastically] Thought I'd make you proud.

[TJ and Finn enter the bedroom dressed up in their suits and ties]

Finn:
Hurry up, Daddy.

Trevor:
You look all grown up.

TJ:
I wish we had uniforms for the Silver Star ceremony.

Trevor:
No. [kneels down to straighten out their shirts and ties] I like you guys just the way you are.

TJ:
We wanna be like you.

Trevor:
You do?

TJ:
Most of the time.

Trevor:
Not all the time?

Finn:
Almost.

Trevor:
So when are the times when you don't want to be like me?

Finn:
Cranky times.

TJ:
When you yell at Mommy.

Finn:
And throw stuff.

Trevor:
[sits on bed, the boys back off] Come here. Come over here, I'm not going to bite you. Come on.

[The boys sit on the bed on either side of him]

Trevor:
I promise you, no more cranky times.

Finn:
No more yelling?

Trevor:
No more yelling. Just kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.

[Michael knocks on the hotel door]

Paolo:
[opens door, surprised] Michael!

[Michael punches him square in the face and promptly leaves without saying a word.]

Joan:
[holding Sara Elizabeth] How can you love someone so much after only a few days?

Roxy:
A good time? I'm up to my neck in other people's good times. Getting drunk and losing control, that's not "good times". [raises her voice] And you know what the problem is? It's never your fault! What about the people who have to pick up the tab for that, huh? What about their good times? You don't even care about the people whom you leave in your path!

[Customers all turn and stare at Roxy]

Roxy:
What are y'all lookin' at?! [storms off]

[Later at Roxy's porch]

Roland:
How are you feeling?

Roxy:
I've a cold.

Roland:
No kidding. Hey, Rox. What happened at the bar--

Roxy:
I know. I was over the top.

Roland:
People who grow up with addictions, they develop their own addictions. It's called enabling.

Roxy:
You know, I was hoping the first five addicts I hooked up with were just a coincidence. Trevor was different. I was sure I'd broken the cycle.

Roland:
Trevor is different. This is situational. But the way in which you're handling it is not. Glossing over problems, taking on more than you can do, not admitting defeat. That's the pattern.

[Roxy and Trevor are speaking at their separate therapy groups]

Trevor:
I only knew my wife a couple of weeks before I married her. A lot of people would call that irresponsible but I just knew. I knew she was the one.

Roxy:
I made one impulsive choice after another because that's all I saw the people around me do. But for some reason, choosing Trevor was the right thing. It led me to sanity and I can't forget that. I can't run away at the first sign of trouble but I also can't deny what's all around me either. I owe it to him and to our children... [fades off]

Trevor:
It's like, it's like there's something bigger, you know, like this small voice that we can barely hear trying to tell us what we need to do.

Roxy:
The truth is in the middle, in the quiet.

Trevor:
You just have to listen.

Roxy:
I'm learning to be still.

Trevor:
Thanks for letting me share.

Roxy:
Thank you for letting me share.

Roland:
You would not believe this. These are Joan's nanny requirements.

Denise:
Oooh. I can't wait.

Roland:
[reading off paper] Great parental instincts, infant CPR certificate, clean driving record, stable family background, advanced college degree or experience as a pediatric nurse.

Claudia Joy:
Is that all?

Roland:
She calls me every hour with another addition.

Pamela:
So Mary Poppins need not apply?

Roland:
I barely qualify.

[...]

Roxy:
How's the mom thing going?

Roland:
It's like she and Joan have this secret club. They look at me, then they look at each other and then they laugh.

[Roxy and Claudia Joy exchange glances and they, Pamela and Denise start laughing]

Roland:
[awkwardly] Right, it's kinda like that.

Chase:
Ok everybody! Family meeting! Let's go! [goes to kids' room] Family meeting. Now! Let's go! Move it! [goes to Pamela in the kitchen] Come on Mom! You too!

Katie:
Are we in trouble?

Chase:
Not you honey. Lucas.

Lucas:
Me? What did I do?

Chase:
[in mock anger] Did you think you could just grow up and we wouldn't notice this? Turning eight on Saturday?

[Lucas breaks into a smile]

Chase:
Well, there's only one solution to this serious problem. A party.

Vivian (Roland's mother):
His dream was to be a doctor and how he's teaching high school. Feels like he lost his way a little.

Joan:
Sometimes people run so hard towards something they past by what they really want. I know. I've done it myself. [looks at Sara Elizabeth sleeping in the cot]

Vivian:
[smiles] Thank God he didn't run past you.

Joan:
[smiles] Well, he tried. But I tripped him. [both laugh]

Betty:
Roxy, I want you to be happy, honey. I spent most of my life in that place and what do I have to show for it? Half-empty bed, that's what I have to show for it. If I had to choose right now between the man I love and that bar, I would burn it to the ground, honey.

[After conducting a string of nanny interviews]

Joan:
No. No way. They're not getting near our daughter.

Vivian:
I wanted to call 911 on everyone of them. [gets up and leaves room]

[Roland and Joan look at each other dejectedly. Sara Elizabeth starts crying.]

[During casino night]

Roxy:
Ok bones. Make it rain. [throws dice] Yes! This is so fun!!

Roland:
It's always fun when you win.

Chase:
[bored] I don't understand craps.

Pamela:
Yeah, me either.

Emmalin:
The domain of ƒ divided by ɡ is given by, um, the intersection of dƒ and dɡ without the zeros of function ɡ.

Logan:
Ooh! So close, so close. [laughs] Yeah, that's right.

[Emmalin and Logan kiss]

[A clearly sleep-deprived Roland answers the door]

Claudia Joy:
Hi. I hope I'm not disturbing you

Roland:
No, not at all. Come on in.

Claudia Joy:
I keep forgetting to drop these photographs off. I took them at the baby shower. [hands photo album to Roland]

Roland:
Oh.

Claudia Joy:
They're the old-fashioned kind. On film.

[Roland looks at photo album listlessly]

Claudia Joy:
[waves at his face] Anybody in there?

Roland:
[snaps out his daydream] Ah, I'm not sure. You want some coffee?

[Roland shuffles past her into the kitchen. Claudia Joy notices baby spit on the back of his shirt.]

Claudia Joy:
Woah, you've got something baby-related on your shirt. [grabs a towel and wipes the spit off Roland's shirt]

Roland:
[mutters] Thanks.

Claudia Joy:
How is my godchild?

Roland:
[still in a stance] Asleep. Finally.

Claudia Joy:
So Mr. Mom is getting to you already?

[Marda and her fiancee Jerry are having dinner at Roxy and Trevor's place.]

Marda:
I'm not drinking now. The past is over.

Roxy:
[sarcastically] For you, maybe.

[awkward silence]

Jerry:
Hey, we didn't come here to fight.

Trevor:
Jerry's right. Maybe we should all just take a deep breath and not say something we're gonna regret.

Roxy:
Are you talking to me or to her, Trevor?

Trevor:
Baby, I'm just trying to keep the peace, ok?

[...]

[Trevor and Roxy are washing dishes after dinner]

Trevor:
That was an adventure.

Roxy:
You didn't seem to mind her too much.

Trevor:
[chuckles] Oh please. Don't be ridiculous.

Roxy:
Why are you always defending her?

Trevor:
[looks at Roxy] I'm not. [Roxy is silent] Look, Rox, I know Marda isn't perfect.

Roxy:
Yeah. By a long shot.

Trevor:
Ok, by a long shot. But at least you've got a mother who loves you and is trying to make things better. You don't know what I'd give to know who my real mother was.

Claudia Joy:
[sternly to Jennifer Connor] I know you don't have children but you should really watch those wildlife documentaries about what happens when you try to come between a mother and her child. It doesn't end well.

[Marda walks into The Hump Bar]

Roxy:
So you're still here.

Marda:
I broke up with Jerry. Sent him packing.

Roxy:
Broke up till you get home or kicked him into orbit?

Marda:
[laughs] Take a look at the moon tonight. He'll be circling it!

Roxy:
[smiles] That, I'd like to see.

[Roland spills a bottle of breast milk on the floor while Sara Elizabeth is crying in his arms]

Roland:
Oh damn it. [looks at Sara Elizabeth] I didn't say that. I didn't say that... [picks up phone to call Joan]

[Camera cuts to division headquarters. Trevor is waiting outside Joan's office]

Joan:
[hands Trevor a cooler] My house. Fast.

Trevor:
Yes ma'am.

Joan:
If anyone asks, you're going on a picnic.

[Back at the Burtons' home]

Roland:
[opens door, relieved to see Trevor] Thought you'd never get here.

Trevor:
Sorry, had to wait for that hand-off.

Roland:
Yeah pumping can take a lot longer than you might think.

Trevor:
Try not to think about it.

Roxy:
I wasn't gonna say anything but only a party doesn't really do Betty justice. The week leading up to my husband's deployment was pretty rough for me and everyone tried to help but no one really could. But Betty had me talk about all the horrible things I thought might happen, had me lay my fears on the table, and I cried my eyes out. And then she told me to go home and see Trevor alive and in one piece and asleep in our bed. And I just loved her for giving that to me. Because from then on I'd know what it was like when someone you love comes home safe and sound like most do. But tonight, I know what it feels like when someone you love does not come home.

Trevor:
So did this guy say what he expected us to do with...[points at urn]...Betty?

Roxy:
Nope. He just walked in and dropped her off. You know, maybe we should spread Betty's ashes over the ocean. She always loved the water.

Trevor:
Or a brewery. She always loved her beer too.

Roxy:
Trevor.

Trevor:
[laughs] Come on, you know if those ashes could speak, Betty would agree with me.

Roxy:
All these people are leaving our lives, you know.

Trevor:
That's why I've been thinking about a baby.

Roxy:
[looks at Trevor] We will have our kid. Honestly, I'd think about it now if things weren't so hectic at work.

Trevor:
It's just that with my shoulder better and knowing that I'm redeploying...I think about things.

Roxy:
What things?

Trevor:
Well, if something were ever to happen to me.

Roxy:
Trevor...

Trevor:
I know it sounds crazy but I would hate it if there was never a little boy or girl running around that people would stop and go, hey look there's Roxy and Trevor's kid and he's got our eyes.

Roxy:
First of all, nothing is gonna happen to you. Second of all, we will have our baby. Just not right now. And I really hope he or she has your eyes.

Claudia Joy:
It's amazing huh. Moving around the world, seeing fascinating places, all the adventures, making wonderful friends. I love being an Army wife.