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For me to tell you what you need. I don't need you to tell me what i need. I need it to be done! What the hell do you get out of me? I get a man who loves me more than his damn hobby. You tell me that makes me a tramp. Did you see the person tiffy met at this motel? No, sir. Was it a man or a woman? I don't know. Yes, your item. A csz-1165. Machine: I can't make it to the phone right now... what? But if you leave a message, i'll get back to you as soon as i can. What? No, let me get back to you. Cynthia, i've got to see you about that job... that job for jonas. The security position you mentioned to me months ago. Please call me back at home. I've got to see you. Why are we broke? I'm divorcing mack. You guys threw the net over him good. He's in the unit till they shoot his legs off or he's too old to play with the boys. I'll divorce him... then i'll disappear for a few months. And then we can run into each other. We can meet at some function and we'll date.
Things in common, old friends. A few months, maybe a year, we get married. I'll go back to the base as your wife and... why now? That's a very good question. Here's your answer. He's re-upping for another tour, and i won't. And i want to know why my husband is and if he's gonna be at the christmas table. Jonas: I didn't say, "what were you thinking?" I said, "were you thinking?" And i got my answer. I was... gonna tell me before i figured it out. I made a mistake, and i'm fixing it. $40,000! And our friends' money? I got their money back. Did you get our money back? I'll take another job. 4 other jobs won't fix this! If you retire... what? ! The fact the money problems came to light... the fact that the money problems came to light... what does that do to my career? Can't control my wife. Same thing. Can't pay my daughter's tuition. Same thing. But it was my mistake. Your mistake and our burden!
Don't you think i know that? ! How do i earn my money? I do not make cornflakes for a living. I earn my money at the risk of my life, out there, letting the scum of the earth shoot at me. You know that's how i make my living. That's why my bosses pay me... and you wish it away. Situation... enemy forces. Razlan dragovich... former yugoslav army general wanted for crimes committed during the balkan civil war. Made a name for himself as an ethnic cleanser. Personally commanded the bosnian serb forces, wiped out the muslim population of one sizable town, went on to obliterate 3 islamic bosnian villages. Mr. Brown. Dragovich continues to command a sizable militia and receives assistance and support from the local government, particularly in the form of intel. Friendly forces. The united nations command consists of a regiment of the french foreign legion commanded by a colonel jean-marc leclerq. Who is one mal hombre in his own comic book. European forces, africa, and the middle east. He's the go-to guy. United nations and nato want to drag dragovich's ass back to the world court at the hague to try him for war crimes. Only problem... it's a greased pig contest. This guy dragovich is a houdini. 2 earlier attempts by u.n. Forces have failed. Dragovich unfortunately is something of a local hero. He receives substantial if tacit government support. Your mission is to assist... seems to me guerilla, too. That they are. To assist the u.n. Forces in the capture of our mr. Dragovich. Mr. Brown.
In the event that the assistance is insufficient to bring dragovich out? In such event, you shall effect capture independently with minimum friction. Now our friend leclerq, as you say, is down 0 and 2. He's gonna want to save face, so if you do come in, make sure you give him the win. All right. You've got money troubles, you've got marriage troubles. Yes, i do. And this is gonna wipe 'em both out. Sam gregory is retiring. He's the head of middle eastern operations. Jonas has arabic and farsi. Wait, wait, wait. He is one of 5 guys in the world who can do this job in the world. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. He does not have to come on as a shooter. I promise you, they are gonna offer him this job. He goes from the unit to blackthorne as co-director. In 5 years, his sweat equity will have bought him 8% of the company. In addition to his salary, in 5 years, he's one of the owners. It's a short list. 3 possible candidates. He will call them today. ...you're the young girl who thinks she's gonna have a 20-inch waist for the rest of her life. I told you, i'm not interested in any job as a mercenary. Do you know what you are? You are addicted to poverty. This job? This salary? In 5 years, you can own the company. It will work while you sleep.
You don't have to jump out of airplanes. You think you'll be jumping out of when you're 50, 55. The money will work when you can't, and we'll be together, and happy and rich. You ingrate. I kept my side of the bargain. I've seen you through, but you want to stand there... you want to stand there and pout at me and ruin our lives so that you... yes, ruin our lives, so that you can have 6 more years at the prom. Well, i'm glad to have you here, and i'm glad to have your assistance. You up to speed? Yes, sir. Dragovich uses this as a garage. He used to use this building, but it was shot to hell in an earlier attempt to flush him. The new garage is poorly constructed, and its doors are in the back of the compound. The garage doors, not more than 10 feet to a fence, opens wide to allow the vehicles out. Gotta figure they're gonna run, that's the way they'll use. No, this is excellent. However, this mission, as envisioned by the u.n., is, in effect, to knock and serve the warrant. He has no escape. We have an overwhelming superiority of forces, so we will ask him, as a reasonable man, to surrender. And as a reasonable man, i'm sure he shall. Sergeant blane, i know that your assignment is to assist in this mission, but you are much too valuable to be relegated to a supernumerary position, so might i impose on you and ask you to be by my side tomorrow with the plan at the ready? In effect, i want you to be my second in command. Vive la morte, vive la guerre. Vive le sacre legionnaire. Welcome aboard. I'm glad to have you here. The same. J'y serai. "I will be there"...
leclerq. Yes, sir. My family arms. Royalty. More like aristocracy. Before napoleon. Oui, mon colonel. Where's serena? In her room, hon. Thank you. Come on, serena. We're going over to my house. Don't be more than a couple hours. Where are you off to? I'm going to see a divorce lawyer. What? Mack promised me he'd leave the unit... and he re-upped. Did you talk to him? Oh, they left. I'm gonna use the time he's away and put the new thing in motion. Maybe first you should talk to someone in the unit, tiffy. You should talk to someone in the unit. Colonel ryan? I already talked to him. You talked to him. Yes? And? Well, he's got a lot on his mind. I know, and i don't want you rushing into something big like he did. Because of what?
How about that for out of the clear blue sky? The old man got hitched. I guess when they fall, they fall. Jonas: I'll be at the gate with leclerq. You head up surveillance, decide where everyone goes or whether you want them elsewhere. Your mission, your plan. You fellas seem to get along, boss... you and the colonel. Well, we had a lot in common. Bob: What was that? You guys go to high school together? Jonas: No. It seems we've both seen lawrence of arabia. What's the hidden meaning behind your comment, son? Well, we were told to watch out for the guy. Well, you live long enough, you get a reputation. People say you're difficult. Just means you aren't dead yet. Carlito, you think you can find us a couple observation positions overlooking the compound? Here and here and here may work well. Bobbo and me will go take a look, give you a straight-up yes, no or maybe. Off you go, then. I'd take sacajaweer on the scout here, but he'd stand out a little bit in this neighborhood. I stand out in any neighborhood. Yeah. So, you're supposed to blend in. Speaking of which, i'm gonna tell you what, though.
Grey: Yeah? And what is, when you see indians, be careful. When you don't see any indians, be twice as careful. Who said that? Helen keller. Now who are we talking aut? Leclerq. Lissy, unlock the door. Lissy. Lissy. Lissy: No! No! I'm not kidding. What is the trouble, lissy? You tell me what the problem is so i can help you, darling. Does your mama keep a spare key? You know where she keeps it? Lissy: It's on my mother's dresser, but you'll never find it. Jen: Lissy, come out of there! You're scaring serena! Jen: Lissy, come on. Come out! Mommy's gonna be home soon. Coffee's for closers. How's the hand of god this morning?
Ain't the hand of god. Just the process server. And, funnily enough... i got him in my sights. I could cancel his birth certificate right now. The french are here to take him into custody. We're here in reserve. Happiness is a greenlight. I thought it was a bacon-cheeseburger. No. I didn't get that memo. Monsieur. Coming up on it. Roll up, show the pretty blue flag, avon calling, come out and play. What's the view from the skybox? When there's no drama, there's no drama. Jonas: I got you. Betty boop standing by. Bring enough power to bear, and one may succeed without violence. French vehicles incoming. They take up blocking positions at the corner, positions at the gate. In two, leclerq walks on up and bids the fortress surrender. Leclerq, you may need this. Oh, yes. Thank you. Hang on. Hold on. They're going for the smash-and-grab. Boss. Call it off!
Call it off! It's coming down, fellas. Call it off! Call it off! Call it off! Jonas: Move out! It's his leg. No! No! Relax, relax. Williams: Boss, mack's hit. Jonas: Where? He caught a ricochet in his leg. Aah! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Come on! Get in there now! Go! What are you doing? You're letting them get away! My mission. My call. We're quitting? Come on!
We have civilian casualties. You took a simple arrest and turned it into a firestorm! I trusted you! And you're gonna let them fortify the place because you're afraid of some bad press? You're clipping my wings, colonel. ? Liss? What? What did you...? Lissy? I cut my hair. Kim: She locked herself in. What started this? I don't know. I asked her to finish her sandwich. She didn't want to. I asked again. She bolted from the table and locked herself in the... you cut your hair off because you didn't want to finish your sandwich? Leave me alone. Why would she do something like this? I think she found this. Jonas: They finally took us to the cleaners. I must be getting old. Ok. I'm dragovich. What do i do now? You run. Why?
I brought my adversaries to a standstill. You run because... because you have no room to maneuver. You're trapped. Local government's helped me before. Before, you hadn't killed u.n. Troops. Before... before the local government lose the paperwork, so you misspelled a few words on the extradition order. How's mack? He's still shot. Ok. You've committed a homicide against god and everybody. You fired on the u.n. Where do i run? We don't gotta care about the where we'll run. We'll get you before you get there. We'll intercept you en route. En route where? Outside the city. He takes the route away from the u.n. Enclave. Exactly. Now, when do i run? Asap. And when is that? I asked, when is asap? Today? This evening? Under the cover of darkness? No. All too soon. Sooner's not better than later?
If you've got an escape plan on the shelf, you gotta dust it off and prime the system. Ok. So when? Tomorrow. Why tomorrow? You have time to evaluate your enemy's situation, determine the most important segment of the breakout... the initial route. So i run tomorrow. Early or late? Early. Early. They're on the inside, want to get out. We're on the outside, want to get in. Dragovich's goons are all watching the front. Back door's unattended. We can't get to him, but we can get to his car. You lied to me. Naive, little newbie kim sees her friend go into a motel room, middle of the day. Oh, is she a security risk? Is she shacking up? No. You tell me she was coming to the aid of an abused wife. Is that what you said? I was trying to protect you. Is that what you said? 'Cause in my youth, we called that a lie. I was trying to... you go on about honor and faith and how a good military wife acts. You sleep with the colonel and you drag me into a real estate scam. And the man who sends our husbands out into the storm, the man who decides which of them goes on what missions. Guy's got all our lives in his hands, and you're sleeping with him. And the two of you are screwing me.
And i never want to see either of you fools again. [Indistinct conversation] Freeze. Prepare to move. [Gunshot, glass shatters] Go. Go home. You can't tell bob. Unlike you, i don't keep things from my husband, and he doesn't keep things from me. You tell him, he's at risk, knowing. Is that supposed to be something else i don't know how to do? Protect my husband? I can handle this myself. You've done a great job so far. I love him, and he loves me. Who's that? Our colonel tom? Yes. Our colonel tom, as you said. Here's a "sitrep" for you, tiff. The colonel's a man, spends his life planning covert missions, getting off on the thrill. It's a thrill he loves, tiffy. He is not gonna sacrifice his career for you. He just showed you that because i believe he just got married. Officer sleeps with an nco's wife, army'd kick him out. Sleeps with the wife of a man in his covert command, the law of the pack is, they kill him. I'm begging you not to tell. Doesn't matter if i tell, which i will not, because somebody will, which will put my husband at risk, and thank you. Now i believe i have things to do. [Sighs]
You can't toss me away like this. You love me. This person you've married is an accessory for your career. I know that. I know that. We can have a great life together, tom. We can be happy, baby. You know that. How do you know? Because we've never been anything but happy. All right. All right. Say it goes on. Say you are married, whatever that means. Whatever's between you and me, that doesn't have to change. That can't change. And you know that. You know that, tom. Stay away from me. It's coming down, boss. It's coming down. Cars are rolling. Hey, boss, look. That's all for today, friend. All for today. We have everything under control. Have your men reorient their weapons. Thank you, sir. Now, hand over the prisoners. These men are in the custody of the united nations.
Is that like a "get out of jail free" card? Stand down. Aw, come on. You don't mean that, boss. Stand down. You killed my wife, you pig. Come on. You must be mrs. Colonel tom ryan. Well, i suppose that's right. Well, i'm tiffy gerhardt. I'm one of the unit wives. I just came by to... oh! Moving. They say one of the most stressful activities is moving. Oh, are those for me? Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. Ah! And i believe these are yours, mrs. Gerhardt. [Speaking french] The dragovichs have not escaped. I would hardly call it an escape to avoid violence, we had fixed him in place. He has no escape. I'm sure he will surrender. I'm gonna knit me a little comforter that says, "i got shot trusting the frogs." You just got hit with the seeing eye round. Tell that to my wife.
You tell her. You'll see her before i do. I ain't getting home till next week's medevac flight. Bob: You want some chewing tobacco or a copy of moby dick or something? And... oh, no! Oh, man! I am going, yet again, to miss my wife's birthday. What'd you get her? Mack: Oh, man. I'm gonna miss her birthday, stuck with a bunch of froggies. Yeah, yeah. You should have stayed in school and got your doctorate in nuclear physics. Stuck with a bunch of froggies. That's fantastic. That's great. Colonel. Not now. No. Colonel. The answer is no. I can't see you now. No, colonel. If i could have one moment. Just one moment. I know you're probably on your way to visit the gallant american observer who was accidentally wounded in your triumphal assault. Listen, i'm sorry your man was hurt. Our man was shot, yes. Yes.
I'm sorry to hear that. Let's talk. So, what was it you wanted to say? I would like medevac transport for him today. Well, i'm sure your people... on u.n. Aircraft, immediately, to landestuhl, rhinemain, air base. Well, under the charter, your armed forces are responsible for medevac to your bases, from the u.n. Control. Indeed they are, and they've assured me they will provide same, 1600 next tuesday. Then? We'd kind of like to go home now, sir. On your u.n. Gulfstream. That is, if you can spare the plane. And if i could not? Sir, i can't believe that you're suggesting that i would disseminate a copy of this video showing your unilateral and unwarranted and botched assault on the compound, and the resulting and unnecessary loss of life and injury to my teammate in retaliation for your failure to give me your aircraft. Stand at attention when you're talking to me, soldier. I ain't your soldier, and i ain't in your chain of command, and i ain't in your army, and as far as i'm concerned, you're about 1/2 second away from a real bad state of health, and if you want to try that case right now, go ahead. And that would be worth your career? ? Molly: Against 2% of all income. Don't you need to get dressed? I am dressed. Uh-huh. Are you listening to me? 2% of income. 2% of all blackthorne income. All blackthorne income, not just the middle east. I understand. Which means no more jumping out of airplanes.
How's mack doing? Is he coming tonight? Where's my tie? In 5 years, we'll be equity owners. Where's my tie? I got it cleaned. It's in the hallway. My purple heart. You know where my... why aren't you dressing? Why should i? What's wrong, baby? You re-upped. Honey, i have not re-upped. Did you read this all the way through? "Notification of departure date "from the 303rd logistical unit pending notice of permanent change of station." But i saw... i haven't listened well, you say? But i have listened. I haven't re-upped. And i am, as per your wishes, leaving this unit. That's why i'm leaving the unit, tiff. I'm keeping my promise. We'll live a normal life, all of us. I got feelers out to the rotc for a job transfer 5 miles from your folks. Happy birthday. Just give me 10 minutes. Tom: You got that bottle of scotch i gave him, right? Ok, keep him happy. Mrs. Blane, that's her.
She's lovely. Hi. I'm molly blane. Colonel, got something for you. Oh, yeah. Dragovich's guys? Shot their way out. Yeah. That's a shock. Ambushed by u.n. Forces. Took leclerq as a... mm-hmm. Looks like they kept him a while. Yeah. I'm sure they had a little talk. Dragovich... where is he now? Best intel puts him in france. Can i bid on this job? You are a lucky man, colonel. That i am, mrs. Brown. That i am. Congratulations, sir. Oh, thank you, mack. Mrs. Gerhardt. Mrs. Gerhardt. So, how are you holding, old timer? Top, when i start complaining, you'll be the first one i call. Something for you to see. Sergeant.
Read the funny papers? Dragovich escaped, killed leclerq. How about that? Mm-hmm. What's a veteran got to do to get a drink around here? I just learned something from mack that's going to make your life, i think, a little simpler. No. I don't think i'm interested. Bartender, whatever you've got your hands on, start pouring, and i'll tell you when to stop. He says, "it's a recipe for disaster," so i say, "honey, it's not a recipe. It's a whole cookbook." [Laughter] Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me. I have been asked on behalf of the men of the very real alpha team of this most non-existent of commands, the 303rd logistical studies unit... men: Here, here! To present, on our behalf, and to the colonel's lady, one of our necessarily few, as we are non-existent, battle honors. So bear with me. The french, we note, are absent-minded. They'd have lost world war i and ii, if it wasn't for our help. Men: Hoorah! They lost my respect over the films of jerry lewis... [men laugh] And they lost this here antique flag... which we now present to you, in the hopes that you will turn it into a barbecue apron should you choose to indulge in french cooking. And now, sing it... the french national anthem. 3, 4... * every little breeze seems to whisper louise * * the birds in the trees twitter louise * * every little rose tells me it knows * * i love you, i love you * * every little beat, every beat of my heart * * seems to repeat what i felt from the start * * each little sigh tells me that i adore you, louise * [cheering] The vienna boys choir. Bravo! All right!
Yeah! [Laughs] i thank you for this honor. We all have secrets. Most secrets are not shameful. They're just private. The secrets of marriage are private. The secrets of combat are private. We women can't know them. We can only be close to them in being close to you. And as in a marriage, you men honor us by trusting us not only to keep your secrets but to respect them. I thank you for this, and i will do my best to uphold the honor and the traditions of the men and the women of the unit. I salute you all. To the unit. All: The unit. [Glasses clinking] Mmm! Ahh! I, um... i... I... I... you know, only those of us who have lived through it can tell each other how it feels. Brothers in arms. Sisters in arms. Sisters in arms. Mrs. Tom ryan... now, it ain't what it looks like, but it sure as hell is what it is. Men and women of the unit... colonel and mrs. Tom ryan... hold on now. Wait. Am i in or out? Am i in the unit or am i out? Molly?
You're definitely in. And being as such, and being an ex-newbie myself, i would like to thank you, mrs. Ryan, for your speech. And i would also like to thank my sister, mrs. Gerhardt, for her speech. Only those of us who have been bitten by the snake can tell each other how it feels. I need a drink. Me, too. I'll second that. Come on. Door's locked. There's no key. Does anybody have a key? I will defeat that lock in less than a minute. Wait a second, wait a second. How long does it take to recite the ranger creed? 28 seconds. Gentlemen, ladies, i'm here to tell you i'm gonna defeat this lock before you guys can recite the ranger creed. $100. Any amount of money on the sergeant major. $500. Take the keys to my... wait. $500? Any money on top? Get that booze out, sensai. Yes, lad, yes. This booze is coming out! You ready? I'll mark count. 1, 2, 3, go!
Unit men: "Recognizing that i volunteered as a ranger, "fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, "i will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, "honor, and high espirit de corps of the rangers, "acknowledging the fact that a ranger is a more elite soldier "who arrives at the cutting edge of battle "by land, sea, or air. "I accept the fact that as a ranger, I..." Gentlemen and ladies, the bar is open. [Cheering] Now before us are liquors of a various... after he made the master sergeant a bacardi, he propositioned the chaplain's wife. Oh! Oh! [Laughter] Oh! I'll tell you one better than that. When lissy was born, ryan shields bet matt $100 that he wouldn't have the guts to... Casualties! Check on the women! Jonas: Check on my wife. Ladies, everyone ok? Top. You're hit, top. You're bleeding. You're hit. Give me your gun. Check outside. Make sure that's all of them.
[Laughs] How about that? Uh, yes. Your item- Uh, CSZ-1165. - Hi. This is Cynthia Burdett. - Mm-hmm. - I can't make it to the phone right now- - What? But if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. What? No. Let me get back to you. Cynthia, I've got to see you... about that job- that job forJonas. Security position you mentioned a few months ago. Please call me back at home. I've got to see you. Why are we broke? I'm divorcing Mack. You guys threw the net over him good. He's in the Unit till they shoot his legs off or he's too old to play with the boys. I'll divorce him. Then I'll disappear for a few months. And then we can run into each other. We can meet at some function, and we'll date. Things in common, old friends. Few months, maybe a year, we get married. - I'll go back to the base as your wife, and we-
- Why now? Well, that's a very good question. Here's your answer. He's re-upping for another tour, and I won't. And I want to know where my husband is, and if he's gonna be at the Christmas table. I didn't say, "What were you thinking?" I said, "Were you thinking?" And I got my answer. - I was gonna- - Gonna tell me before I figured it out? I made a mistake, and I'm fixing it. Forty thousand dollars! And our friends' money? - I got their money back. - Did you get our money back? - I'll take another job. I'll- - Four other jobs won't fix this! - If you retire- - What? The fact that money problems came to light- The fact that money problems came to light- What does that do to my career? Can't control my wife. Same thing. Can't pay my daughter's tuition. Same thing. - But it was my mistake! - Your mistake and our burden! Don't you think I know that? How do I earn my money? I do not make corn flakes for a living.
I earn my money at the risk of my life- out there. Letting the scum of the earth shoot at me. You know that's how I make my living. That's why my bosses pay me. And you wish it away. Situation- enemy forces. Razlan Dragovich... former Yugoslav Army general wanted for crimes committed during the Balkan Civil War. Made a name for himself as an ethnic cleanser. Personally commanded Bosnian-Serb forces. Wiped out the Muslim population of one sizable town. Went on to obliterate three Islamic Bosnian villages. Mr. Brown? Dragovich continues to command a sizable militia, and receives assistance... and support from local government, particularly in the form of intel. Uh, friendly forces. The United Nations Command... consists of a regiment of the French Foreign Legion commanded by a ColonelJean Marc LeClerq. Who is one mal hombre of his own comic book. European forces, Africa and the Middle East, he's the go-to guy. United Nations and NATO want to drag Dragovich's ass back... to the World Court at The Hague to try him for war crimes. Only problem? It's a greased pig contest. This guy Dragovich is a Houdini. Two earlier attempts by the U.N. forces have failed. Dragovich unfortunately is something of a local hero. He receives substantial, if tacit, government support. Your mission is to assist the U.N.- Seems to me they're 0 and 2. That they are. To assist the U.N. forces of the capture of our Mr. Dragovich. - Mr. Brown. - In the event... that the assistance is insufficient to bring Dragovich out?
In such event,you shall effect capture independently with minimum friction. Now, our friend LeClerq, as you say, is down 0 and 2. And he's gonna want to save face. So if you do come in, you make sure you give him the win. All right. You've got money troubles. - You've got marriage troubles- - Yes, I do. - Cynthia- - And this is gonna wipe 'em both out. Sam Gregory is retiring. He's the head of Middle Eastern Operations. - Jonas has Arabic and Farsi. - Wait, wait- He's one of five guys in the world who can do this job. In the world. No, no. Wait, wait, wait. He does not have to come on as a shooter. I promise you. They are gonna offer him this job. - He goes from the Unit to Blackthorne- - Cynthia- as codirector. In five years, his sweat equity... will have bought him eight percent of the company. In addition to his salary, in five years, he's one of the owners. It's a short list- three possible candidates. He will call them today. You're the young girl who thinks... she's gonna have a 20-inch waist for the rest of her life. I told you. I'm not interested in any job as a mercenary.
You know what you are? You are addicted to poverty. This job, this salary- In five years, you can own the company. It will work while you sleep. You don't have to jump out of airplanes... you think you'll be jumping out of when you're 50, 55. The money will work when you can't. And we'll be together and happy and rich. You ingrate. I've kept my side of the bargain. I've seen you through. But you want to stand there- You want to stand there and pout at me... and ruin our lives so that you- Yes! Ruin our lives... so that you can have six more years at the prom. Entrée. Côte d'Ivoire. I'm glad to have you here, and I'm glad to have your assistance. - You're up to speed? - Yes, sir. Dragovich uses this as a garage. He used to use this building... but it was shot to hell in an earlier attempt to flush him. The new garage is poorly constructed... and its doors are in the back of the compound. The garage doors- not more than 10 feet to a fence. Opens wide to allow the vehicles out. Gotta figure they're gonna run, it's the way they'll use. No, no. This is excellent. However, this mission, as envisaged by the U.N... is in effect to knock and serve the warrant. He has no escape.
We have an overwhelming superiority of forces. So we will ask him as a reasonable man to surrender... and as a reasonable man, I'm sure he shall. Uh, Sergeant Blane... I know that your assignment is to- to assist in this mission. But you are much too valuable to be relegated to a supernumerary position. So might I impose on you and ask you to be by my side tomorrow with a plan at the ready? In effect, I want you to be my second-in-command. Vive la mort, vive la guerre. Vive le sacre Legionnaire. Welcome aboard. - I'm glad to have you here. - Merci. Uh, "J'y Serai"? - "I will be there"? LeClerq? - Yes. My family arms. - Royalty? - Well, more like aristocracy. Till Napoleon. Oui, mon Colonel. - Where's Serena? - In her room, hon. Thank you. Come on, Serena. We're going over to my house. - Don't think I'll be more than a couple hours. - Where you off to? I'm going to see a divorce lawyer. What?
Mack promised me he'd leave the Unit. And he re-upped. - Did you talk to him? - Oh, they left. I'm gonna use the time he's away and put the new thing in motion. Maybe first you should talk to someone in the Unit, Tiffy. You should talk to someone in the Unit. Colonel Ryan? - I already talked to him. - You talked to him? Yes? And? - Well, he's got a lot on his mind. - I know. And I don't want you rushing into something big like he did. Because of what? How about that for out of the clear blue sky? The old man got hitched. I guess when they fall, they fall. I'll be at the gate with LeClerq. You head up surveillance. Decide where everyone goes. Or whether you want them elsewhere. Your mission, your plan. - You fellas seemed to get along- you and the colonel. - Oh, we had a lot in common. - What was that? - You guys go to high school together? No, seems we've both seen Lawrence of Arabia. What's the hidden meaning behind your comment, son?
Well, we were told to watch out for the guy. Well, you live long enough, you get a reputation. People say you're difficult. It just means you aren't dead yet. Carlito,you think you can find us a couple observation positions... overlooking the compound? Here and here. And here may work well. Bobbo and me will go take a look... - give you a straight-up yes, no or maybe. - Off you go then. I'd take Sacagawea out on the scout here, but you stand out a little bit... - in this neighborhood. - I stand out in any neighborhood. Yeah, except you're supposed to blend in. - Speaking of which, I'm gonna tell you what though. - Yeah? And what is, when you see Indians, be careful. When you don't see any Indians, be twice as careful. - Who said that? - Helen Keller. - Now who are we talking about? - LeClerq. Lissy, unlock the door. Lissy. Lissy. - No. - I'm not kidding. - No. - What is the trouble, Lissy? You tell me what the problem is so I can help you, darling.
Does your mama keep a spare key? You know where she keeps it? It's on my mother's dresser, but you'll never find it. Lissy, come out of there. You're scaring Serena. Lissy, come on. Come out. Mommy's gonna be home soon. Coffee's for closers. How's the hand of God this morning? Nah, ain't the hand of God. Just the process server. And, funnily enough... I got him in my sights. I could cancel his birth certificate right now. The French are here to take him into custody. We're here in reserve. Happiness is a green light. - I thought it was a bacon cheeseburger. - No. I didn't get that memo. Merci. Da. Coming up on it. Roll up. Show the pretty blue flag. Avon calling. Come out and play. All quiet on the 50 yard line. - What's the view from the skybox?
- No dramas. - No dramas. - I got ya. Betty Blue standing by. Bring enough power to bear... and one may succeed without violence. French vehicles incoming. They take up blocking positions at the corner. Positions at the gate. In two, LeClerq walks on up... and bids the fortress surrender. LeClerq, you may need this. Oh, yes. Thank you. Hold on. Hold on. - What? - They're going for the smash-and-grab. Boss? Call it off! . Call it off! . Boss, they got R.P.G.'s. It's coming down, fellas. Let's go! Come on, move out.! - It's his leg. - No, no.! Relax, relax. Boss, Mack's hit. - Where?
- Caught a ricochet in his leg. Assault.! Assault.! Assault.! Let's go.! Let's go! Let's go! Come on, get in there now.! Go.! What are you doing? You're letting him get away.! My mission, my call. - We're quitting? Why? - We have civilian casualties. Look, you took a simple arrest and turned it into a firestorm. I trusted you! And you're gonna let them fortify the place... because you're afraid of some bad press? You're clipping my wings, Colonel. You gave the game away! Lis? What- What did you - Lissy? - I cut my hair. - She locked herself in. - What started this? - I don't know. I asked her to finish her sandwich. She didn't want to.
I asked again. She bolted from the table and locked herself- You cut your hair off because you didn't want to finish your sandwich? Leave me alone. Why would she do something like this? I think she found this. Little froggy took us to the cleaners. I must be getting old. Okay. I'm Dragovich. What do I do now? - You run. - Why? I fought my adversaries to a standstill. - You run because- - You have no room to maneuver. You're trapped. Local government's helped me before. Before you hadn't killed U.N. troops. Before- Before the local government'd lose the paperwork. Say you misspelled a few words on the extradition order. - How's Mack? - He's still shot. Okay. You've committed a homicide against God and everybody. You fired on the U.N. Where do I run? We don't gotta care about the where. We'll catch you before you get there. - We'll intercept you en route.
- En route where? Outside the city. He takes the route away from the U.N. enclave. Exactly. Now, when do I run? - ASAP. - And when is that? I asked, when is ASAP? Today? This evening? Under the cover of darkness? - No, all too soon. - Sooner's not better than later? You got an escape plan on the shelf, you gotta dust it off and prime the system. - Okay. So when? - Tomorrow. - Why tomorrow? - You have time to evaluate your enemy's situation... determine the most important segment of the breakout- the initial route. So I run tomorrow. - Early or late? - Early. They're on the inside, want to get out. We're on the outside, want to get in. Dragovich's goons are all watching the front. Back door's untended. We can't get to him, but we can get to his car. You lied to me. Naive little newbie Kim sees her friend go into a motel room, middle of the day. Oh, is she a security risk?
Is she shacking up? No. You tell me she's coming to the aid of an abused wife. Is that what you said? - I was trying to protect you. - Is that what you said? - Because in my youth, we called that a lie. - I was trying to- You go on about honor and faith and how a good military wife acts. You sleep with the colonel, and you drag me into a real estate scam. And the man who sends our husbands out into the storm... the man who decides which of them goes on what missions- Guy's got all our lives in his hands, and you're sleeping with him. And the two of you are screwing me. And I never want to see either of you fools again. Freeze. Prepare to move. Go. - Go home. - You can't tell Bob. Unlike you, I don't keep things from my husband... and he doesn't keep things from me. - You tell him, he's at risk knowing. - Is that supposed to be... something else I don't know how to do- protect my husband? - I can handle this myself. - You've done a great job so far. I love him, and he loves me. - Who's that? Our Colonel Tom? - Yes, our Colonel Tom, as you say. Here's a sitrep for you, Tiff. The colonel's a man spends his life planning covert missions... getting off on the thrill.
It's a thrill he loves, Tiffy. He is not gonna sacrifice his career for you. He just showed you that, because I believe he just got married. Officer sleeps with an N.C.O.'s wife, army'd kick him out. Sleeps with the wife of a man in his covert command... the law of the pack is they kill him. I'm begging you not to tell. Doesn't matter if I tell- which I will not. Because somebody will, which will put my husband at risk. And thank you. Now I believe I have things to do. You can't toss me away like this. You love me. This person you've married is an accessory for your career. I know that. I know that. We can have a great life together, Tom. We can be happy, baby. You know that. How do you know? Because we've never been anything but happy. All right? All right. Say it goes on. Say you are married, whatever that means. Whatever's between you and me, that doesn't have to change. That can't change. You know that. You know that, Tom. Stay away from me. It's coming down, boss.
It's coming down. You called it, boss. They're rolling. He's almost on top of you. Hey, boss. Ribbit. That's all for today, friend. All for today. We have everything under control. Have your men reorient their weapons. Thank you, Sergeant Blane. Now hand over the prisoners. These men are in the custody of the United Nations. Is that like a get-out-of-jail-free card? - Stand down. - Top, come on. - You don't mean that, boss. - Stand down. You killed my wife, you pig. You must be Mrs. Colonel Tom Ryan. Well, I suppose that's right. Well, I'm Tiffy Gerhardt. I'm one of the Unit wives. I just came by to, uh- Oh. Moving. They say... one of the most stressful activities is moving. Oh, are those for me? Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.
And I believe these are yours, Mrs. Gerhardt. Hmm. Dragovich has not escaped. I would hardly call it an escape. To avoid violence, we have fixed him in place. He has no escape. I'm sure he will surrender... - when- - I'm gonna knit me a little comforter that says... "I got shot trusting the frogs. " Eh, you just got hit with a seeing-eye round. - Tell that to my wife. - You tell her. You're gonna see her before I do. I ain't gettin' home till next week's medevac flight. Hey, man, you want some chewing tobacco or a copy of Moby Dick or something? And - Oh, no! Oh, man! I am going,yet again, to miss my wife's birthday. - What did you get her? - Oh, man. I'm gonna miss her birthday. - Stuck with a bunch of froggies. - Yeah,yeah. You should've stayed in school and got your doctorate in nuclear physics. Stuck with a bunch of froggies. That's fantastic. That's great. - Colonel.
- Not now. - No. Colonel- - No, I can't see you now. If I could have one moment- just one moment. I know that you are probably on your way to visit the gallant American observer... who was accidentally wounded in your triumphal assault, but- Yes, I'm sorry your man was hurt. Our man was shot, yes. Yes, I'm most sorry to hear that. Please come in. So, what, uh, was it you wanted to say? I would like medevac transport for him today. - Well, I'm sure your people- - On U.N. aircraft immediately. To Landstuhl-Rhinemann Air Base. Well, under the charter, your armed forces are responsible... for medevac to your bases from the U.N. control. Indeed they are. And they've assured me they will provide same... - 1600 next Tuesday. - Then? We'd kind of like to go home now, sir. On your U.N. Gulfstream. That is, if you can spare the plane. And, uh, if I could not? Sir, I can't believe that you're suggesting... that I would disseminate a copy of this video... showing your unilateral and unwarranted and botched assault on the compound... and the resulting and unnecessary loss of life and injury to my teammate... in retaliation for your failure to give me your aircraft. Stand at attention when you're talking to me, soldier. I ain't your soldier. And I ain't in your chain of command, and I ain't in your army. And as far as I'm concerned... you're about one half second away from a real bad state of health. And if you want to try that case right now, go ahead.
And that would be worth your career? You bet your French ass. Against two percent of all income. Don't you need to get dressed? - I am dressed. - Uh-huh. - Are you listening to me? - Two percent of income. Two percent of all Blackthorne income. All Blackthorne income- notjust the Middle East. - I understand. - Which means no more jumping out of airplanes. How's Mack doing? Is he coming tonight? - Where's my tie? - In five years... we'll be equity owners. - Where's my tie? - I got it cleaned. It's in the hallway. My Purple Heart. You know where my- Why aren't you dressing? Why should I? What's wrong, baby? - You re-upped. - Honey, I have not re-upped. Did you read this all the way through? "Notification of departure date... from the 303rd Logistical Unit pending notice of permanent change of station. " - But I saw- - I haven't listened well, you say?
But I have listened. I haven't re-upped. And I am, as per your wishes, leaving this unit. That's why I'm leaving the Unit, Tiff. I'm keeping my promise. We'll live a normal life- all of us. I got feelers out to the R.O.T.C. for a job transfer five miles from your folks. Happy birthday. - Oh. - Shh. Just give me 10 minutes. He got that bottle of scotch I gave him, right? Okay, keep him happy. Mrs. Blane. Well, that's her. She's lovely. - Hi, I'm Molly Blane. - Colonel. I got something for you. Oh, yeah. Dragovich's guys shot their way out. Yeah. That's a shock. Ambushed by U.N. forces, took LeClerq as a- Mm-hmm. Looks like they kept 'em awhile. - Yeah. I'm sure they had a little talk. - Yeah. - Dragovich wears you down.
- Best intel puts him in France. Can I bid on this job? You are a lucky man, Colonel. That I am, Mrs. Brown. That I am. - Congratulations, sir. - Oh, thank you, Mack. - Mrs. Gerhardt. - Mrs. Gerhardt. So how you holding, old timer? Top, when I start complaining, you'll be the first one I call. Something for you to see. Oh. Sergeant. Seen the funny papers? Dragovich escaped, killed LeClerq. - How about that? - Mm-hmm. What's a veteran gotta do to get a drink around here? I just learned something from Mack... that's going to make your life, I think, a little simpler. No, I don't think I'm interested. Bartender, whatever you got your hand on, start pouring. And I'll tell you when to stop. He says, "It's a recipe for disaster. " So I say, "Honey, it's not a recipe. It's a whole cookbook. " Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me. I have been asked on behalf of the men of the very real Alpha team... of this most nonexistent of commands, the 303rd Logistical Studies Unit- Hear.! Hear.!
To present on our behalf, and to the colonel's lady... one of our necessarily few- as we are nonexistent- battle honors. So bear with me. The French, we note, are absentminded. They'd have lost World War I and II... - if it wasn't for our help. - Hoo-rah.! They lost my respect over the films ofJerry Lewis. And they lost this here antique flag. Which we now present to you... in the hopes that you will turn it into a barbecue apron should you choose... to indulge in French cooking. And now-sing it- the French National Anthem. Three, four. Give it up for the Vienna Boys Choir. Bravo. All right.! Yeah.! I thank you for this honor. We all have secrets. Most secrets are not shameful. They'rejust private. The secrets of marriage are private. The secrets of combat are private. We women can't know them. We can only be close to them in being close to you. And as in a marriage, you men honor us by trusting us... not only to keep your secrets, but to respect them. I thank you for this, and I will do my best... to uphold the honor and the traditions of the men and the women of the Unit. I salute you all. The Unit. The Unit. I, um - I-
I - I- You know, only those of us who have lived through it... can tell each other how it feels. Brothers-in-arms. Sisters-in-arms. Sisters-in-arms. Mrs. Tom Ryan. You know, it ain't what it looks like. But it sure as hell is what it is. Men and women of the Unit... Colonel and Mrs. Tom Ryan- Hold on now. Wait. Am I in or out? Am I in the Unit, or am I out? Molly? You're definitely in. And being as such, and being an ex-newbie myself... I would like to thank you, Mrs. Ryan, for your speech. And-And I would also like to thank my sister... Mrs. Gerhardt, for her speech. Only those of us who have been bitten by the snake can tell each other how it feels. I need a drink. - Yeah? - I second that. What do we got? Come on. Door's locked. There's no key. - Does anybody have a key?
- I will defeat that lock in less than a minute. Wait a second. Wait a second. How long does it take to recite the Ranger creed? - 28 seconds. - 28 seconds. Gentlemen, ladies, I am here to tell you... I'm gonna defeat this lock before you guys can recite the Ranger creed. - One hundred dollars. - Any amount of money on the sergeant major. - Five hundred dollars. - Take the keys to my-Wait, $500? - Any money on Top? - Get that booze out, sensei. Yes, lad, yes. This booze is coming out! - You ready? - On my count. One, two, three, go! Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger... fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession... I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor... and the high esprit de corps of the Rangers. Acknowledging the fact that a Ranger is a more elite soldier... who arrives at the cutting edge ofbattle by land, sea or air... I accept the fact that as a Ranger, my country- Oh! Come on.! Twenty seconds. - Gentlemen - Hey, ladies. - Twenty seconds.! The bar is open.
- Before us are the liquors of the various- - There's that time... after he made master sergeant, at the party, he propositioned the chaplain's wife... in the church. No, listen to this one. I'll go you one better than that. When Lissy was born... Ron Cheals bet Mack $ 100... that he wouldn't have the guts to break into the colonel's office- Oh, God.! Oh, my God.! - Casualties! - Check on the women.! Check on my wife. Ladies, everyone okay? Top. You're hit, Top. You're bleeding. You're hit. Give me your gun. Check outside and make sure that's all of them. How about that? Don't be a bad loser! Once the stars come out, perhaps I will divine Shirou's fortune. I am acting like one of those Iovestruck damseIs one hears about in fairy tales! Saber, have you seen Shirou? Rin? Do you know where Shirou is? IIIya's fever is climbing. Kirameku namida wa hoshi ni. Kaze ni nori sora o kazaru. Tsukiakari kumo ni togirete mo, ...boku o terasu.
Massugu na reeru ga iya de, ...yamikumo ni kakedashita. Akirame o ketsui ni kaete, ...surihetta kakato hokoru. Michi wa tsuzuku, nishi e higashi e. Hi wa shizundemo. Kirameku namida wa hoshi ni. Kaze ni nori sora o kazaru. Tsukiakari kumo ni togirete mo, ...boku o terasu. Episode 22: The result of a Wish She's almost reached her limit. As long as the rite of the holy grail Wars continues, she won't return to normal. What do you mean by "limit"? She still has a little free space left. But once that fills up, she'II have to discard her human functions, the ones she needs the least. IIIya was designed to break down the longer the holy grail Wars went on. Don't worry, I worded that to make it hard to understand. More importantly, I have news about Lancer's Master. You've determined who it is? Yes. I went to his lair. AII that I found there were bloodstains and a left arm that had its Command seals ripped from it. Lancer's Master was killed a Iong time ago. Is Lancer already gone, then? You believe that he was beaten by another Servant after he attacked Shirou? The blood I found in that room was older than that. My guess is that Lancer's Master was killed long before then. Do you understand what that means? Someone stole Lancer's Master's Command seals and formed a new pact with him. But Rin, that means-- Right.
Shirou and I are the only remaining Masters, ...but Lancer hasn't disappeared. Which means that a Magus out there who didn't start out as a Master is one now. Command seals can only be transplanted by a Master or a Servant. No matter how skilled the Magus, he cannot become a Master by stealing Command seals. So, explain one other thing to me. Even if the holy grail disappears, if you still have your Command seals and a Servant, can you remain a Master indefinitely? Yes, I suppose so. If he still had his Command seals and his Servant, ...a Magus would remain a Master even after the holy grail War ended. In which case, the one who killed Lancer's Master and made a new pact with him was-- Yes, that's the only thing that makes sense. It also explains Lancer's behavior if you work from that assumption. He casually attacked other Servants without even trying to conceal his true identity. You have a point. It is standard procedure for Servants to kill an opponent who has seen your noble Phantasm. His role was to scout out the enemy. Lancer's Master had another combat-type Servant on hand. still, what kind of Master would use a Servant of Lancer's caliber to do his preliminary investigations? Rin, where is Shirou right now? I don't know, that's why I asked YOU. You don't suppose he went to see Kirei, do you? At that church? The air there is stagnant. That church is not holy ground. That staIeness is the same as in that cave. It is the stagnant smell of death. Shirou is there right now? AII by himself? Shirou! Hey there! You know, this is the second time that I've skewered that boy through the chest.
I added a little extra to make sure that he won't come back this time! Fiend! You used Gáe BoIg on Shirou! I missed his heart. But he's feeling the curse all the same! No wound inflicted by this spear can ever be healed! I'm so glad that you're the Iast one left, Saber! It hurts... I can't do it. I can't do it. Send us back... I can't. I can't save you people. Give it back... I can't. I can't save you people. please... I can't. I can't save you people. W-Who's there? ! That's quite enough! I suggest that you sheathe your sword. If you have only come to retrieve this man, I will turn him over to you. My role is to determine the owner of the holy grail. If you wish, I can grant you the holy grail right now. I thought it wasn't supposed to appear until only one Master was left. Yes, but the vessel is another matter. The vessel is prepared as a tangible object. Power flows into it until the time the holy grail is summoned.
In this situation, in which only two Servants are left, I expect that it is nearly complete. The holy grail is waiting to be filled with the blood of a human sacrifice. I will gladly turn over the holy grail if a worthy person should present himself. To that end, Shirou Emiya, ...for starters, I would Iike to hear what you have to say. On that day ten years ago, you honestly felt no hatred? Ten years ago...? Stop it! It's too late for you! Stop it! There in the flames, under the rubble, everyone wanted to be saved. But I ignored them all and kept walking. I was only interested in saving myself. - Wait! - help us! It wasn't like I couId do anything to help them. So I didn't stop. I ran on, ignoring the cries of the dying. Considering what I had done, I thought that I absolutely had to live. only one of us had our wish granted. Everyone else died... That's why I was so obsessed with following in Kiritsugu's footsteps. I Iooked up to champions of justice, people who saved lives. In my empty heart, I thought that if I didn't move on in spite of what had happened... If I didn't hold my head high and move foreward, ...I'd never be forgiven by the people who died. If it were possible to undo the events of that day, if you could do it all over again, ...you would desire the holy grail, wouldn't you? Come, answer me. If that is what you want, I will give you the holy grail. I don't want it... Even if I really could change the past, ...it wouId be wrong to take all the tears, the memories, ...the cruelty of reality that stabbed at our hearts, ...all the deaths and sadness that people have endured and overcome over the years, ...and make it all for nothing.
Embracing the pain and moving on. Isn't that the only way to leave behind those you lost? Just like I've been tied down by their deaths and feel protected by my memories of Kiritsugu, ...I believe that emotions are the key to allowing the people who are alive now to change. No matter how much it hurts, even if you carry wounds that will never heal, ...I believe that this path is the right one. I see. In other words... I don't need the holy grail. I have to stay true to who I am, both for myself and for the people I abandoned... And what of you, Saber? surely you won't be as egotistical as Shirou Emiya. I... Saber, kill your Master. Do that, and your wish will come true. My wish... There must be someone else who is worthier than I am to be king. surely this person would be able to found a Iong-Iasting, peaceful kingdom. I want to change the outcome of the selection of the king. If I use the power of the grail to undo that, ...surely the kingdom's downfall would aIso-- I believe that this path is the right one. Yes, that is right... I drew the sword from the stone, pledging to fulfill my duties as king. I sacrificed a great many things and fought for my people. I have no regrets on that score. If I can be proud of what I accomplished in life, I should not have sought to change it. Even if it ended in destruction. The king protected his kingdom. But the kingdom did not protect her king. That is all it amounts to. Even though it ended in tragedy, if the actions that led to that end were beyond reproach, ...there was no need to seek to change it. I have sacrificed much with the aim of obtaining this change, ...yet there is something that I have protected to the end.
Yes, I would keep that something hidden in my heart, ...and I would at Ieast see this unfulfilled dream through to its end. I do desire the holy grail. However, I will not kill Shirou. Do you not see, scoundrel? I want Shirou more than I want the grail. If the grail is somethng that will taint me, I do not want it. I have already acquired all that I have ever wanted. Shirou, take my hand. I've got my strength back... Saber, what just happened? Nothing can affect you as you are now, not even Gáe BoIg's curse. You two are so tiresome... You two will die here. allow me to introduce you. This is the Epic Hero who was my partner in the Iast holy grail War. It's you! What, we're going to finish things in a place like this, and with a nuisance underfoot, too? What's going on here? This guy is your Servant? After the Iast holy grail War ended, ...we entered into a partnership whereby I would provide him with the sustenance he required to remain here. "Sustenance"? That's what that disgusting room is for? Why didn't you say anything to me? If I had, would you have fought alongside him? I'd sooner die. So you were lying when you said you didn't know who he was! He showed himself to you, disobeying my instructions to wait and observe. If you followed him, the trail would eventually lead back to me. And so, I had to formulate a new plan of action. Think about it.
I never once told you an outright lie. This is a repeat of ten years ago, isn't it, Saber? Of course, I had been defeated by Kiritsugu, ...so I was unable to witness the final scene. Finding myself in a corner, I touched the holy grail when it appeared. And to think that it wouId have such a result. So the fire was caused... By you trying to use the grail's power? I merely thought to myself that everyone in that area should just go away. Even without my contact, the grail would have done the same thing. Nonsense! The grail is nothing but a tool to grant the wish of its owner! How, then, does it go about granting those wishes? The holy grail is effectively a powerful weapon. It is unadulterated power, one which only grants its owner's wish by means of destruction. Then the holy grail that I have been seeking all this time is actuaIIy-- A cursed chalice that destroys everything but its owner. GiIgamesh! Lancer! Dispose of this trash. - Don't leave my side. - Got it. Your target is supposed to be that haIf-breed. I changed my mind. I want no part of this. Lancer, what are you doing? Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not switching over to your side or anything. AII I'm doing is siding with my principles! Oh, you're breaking your pact with the holy grail almost within your grasp, eh? No Epic Hero gives a damn about a second chance at life! Lancer, not even you are a match for him one-on-one!
Just get out of here! Don't think we're friends just 'cause I protected you! This is why I can't stand you weII-bred Knight Kings! Good luck to you. To tell you the truth, I didn't like the idea of things ending this way, either. If you hadn't done something, I would have. You saying that you wanted to let Saber escape? Because that woman is my property. But to complete the rite to summon the holy grail, one more Servant has to die. You had this planned all along, didn't you? Shirou, Iet me see your injury. Right... I'm sorry, this will hurt a little. The pain, it's gone... I replenished the scabbard with mana. Your wound will heal in a moment. Scabbard? Wait, you mean excalibur's scabbard? Yes, the scabbard I once lost. Shirou, that scabbard is now inside of you. For an untrained Magus like you to summon me, ...a point of contact was needed to compensate for that lack of skill. And that point of contact was excalibur's scabbard. But what the heck is something like that doing inside me? It must be Kiritsugu's doing. My dad? In the previous war, Kiritsugu used the scabbard as the catalyst to summon me. The sacred sword's scabbard is a noble Phantasm that heals its owner. Kiritsugu must have concluded that it wouId be more advantageous for him to keep it rather than return it to me. Oh, so dad managed to win because he had the same ability I do? And then, when the battle was over, ...Kiritsugu came across a dying child among the charred ruins.
There was only one way that he could save that child. The healing scabbard of the sacred sword. By implanting it in the child, Kiritsugu saved the boy's fading life. That is the source of your regenerative abilities. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be using your scabbard this way. Don't be. Besides, it made me happy to Iearn of it, Shirou. I had never managed to save anything, but I did save YOUR life, Shirou. Kiritsugu was right. I have no need of the holy grail. He must have realized it. realized that I can't go back and change things. But in spite of that, I have been deceiving myself all this time. Saber... Thank you. Thanks to you, I now know the path I should take. The holy grail and I are both dreams that never should have existed. Even so... I hope that you will forgive me. This was a misguided wish, and these were days that aren't meant to be. But this weakness is a brief utopia gIimpsed by a certain young girl. Saber, Iet's destroy the holy grail. Yes. I had faith that you would reach that conclusion, Master. Fukai fukai mori no naka honoka kaoru itoshii hibi no omokage sagashite mireba fui ni anata ga warau. Furete mitakute te o nobashite mo hakanaku chuu o matta no desu. Anata ni aitakute zutto aitakute zutto omou. Nemurenu yoru o watari Anata ga nokoshita hikari to kage no naka ni tsutsumarete naite iru fukai fukai mori no nada de. Next Time
Next Time Fate Stay Night... Next time, "The holy grail." Next Time: The holy grail Next time, "The holy grail." Next Time: The holy grail I was wondering if you'd call. Tonight? Yeah, tonight's perfect. Yeah, OK. Peter Rooker, 38 years old. Found 40 minutes ago in an alleyway in Soho. Gunshot wounds to the leg and head. No witnesses. How is he still alive? By a miracle. The bullet passed between the frontal lobes. Nothing. Still VF. Adrenaline wide. Looks like he was a photographer. OK. Victim's wallet, mobile phone, keys, camera and what looks like a coat tag from a club, Number 19? It's on Wardour Street. We'll need to shock him again. Clear! We found his press card. Cheers.
No. Going again. 360 Charge. 360. Clear! Asystole. That's it. Everyone in agreement? We'll stop resuscitation there. Er, time of death 22.15. Doctor, is there anything else you can tell me? Er, well, I don't think it's the first time he's been shot. This looks like an old bullet wound. And by the scarring, I'd say that was a back-room job. What, not done in a hospital? Well, if it was a hospital, it wasn't this country. Ah, you have that look in your eyes, both of you. The look that says you're not planning to go home any time soon. You gonna put me in a cab? What and wave you off into the night? What kind of man do you think I am? Found the body yet, Lafferty? Very droll. Might have found the murder weapon, though. Bit of a gift, if it is. I'll do a check on it. There's no need to dress up for us. Thought we'd show the proper respect your work is due. About time, too! How's it goin', Mrs Lynley? You back with us? No, this is someone's idea of showing a girl a good time.
Anything else? Murder weapon not enough for you? POSSIBLE murder weapon. This is where he fell. Paramedics found him on his back. The entry wound for the first shot was the back of the knee, which suggests... The killer was behind him. OK, we've got the head here, feet there? And Rooker is travelling in this direction down the alley, with the killer behind him. Shoots him in the leg. He drops here. Rolls over. Sees the killer. Coming towards him. Shoots him in the head. You don't really need me! No, but you brighten the place up for us, you know. You do. Where was he headed, then? Where'd he come from? There's a pub round the corner. The hospital said he stank of booze. Check it out. Um, excuse me, can I go home now or have you got a surprise visit to the mortuary planned? I'm sorry. It IS going to be a late one, isn't it? Here, I'll see you at home, take the car. That is a bit of a first. Go on - before I change my mind.
I'm going. Get on to Winston, tell him to go round to Rooker's flat and see what he can find. Hey, is that what I think it is? Sorry, mate, that camera's just for show. There's no film, Mr McGuire? No, brewery said they were going to fix it. Exciting night? No more than usual. We cater for real drinkers here, the real Soho, not your poncey media types with their bottles of foreign lager. Have you seen this man before? No. Can you try looking at the picture first, please? Was he in here tonight? Could have been. This is the West End, love. We get a thousand plus punters in 'ere every week. I ain't that good with faces. Who uses the alleyway? Dealers, methadone addicts, pros, people taking the shortcut to Tottenham Court Road tube. It's like one big filthy urinal. Hello? Police. DC Nkata - Control. Requesting backup. Suspected break-in at 25 Elliot Street, Marylebone. Intruder possibly still on the premises. I'm entering now. Oh! Calm down, calm down.
It's OK. I'm a police officer. My ID...is in my pocket. Will you let me get it? OK? Now... I need you to put the gun down and tell me exactly what happened here. OK? Can you do that? OK. Should've done more to stop her. No, you did the right thing. She had a gun, you didn't. Did you get any sense of who she might be? Didn't get a sense of anything. She never said a word. She looked traumatised. Was she injured? No. So it's not her blood, then? Rooker's? Both his injuries would have been sustained in the alleyway. Third party? Well, we'll run a DNA profile as soon as possible, see what it throws up. And check out the AEs at all the local hospitals, will you? So, Rooker suffers a fatal shooting... in Soho, and then there's a second firearms incident at his flat in Marylebone. Well, she shot Rooker first and then came here? But there was a gun in the alleyway and her second gun. Why does she need two guns? Whatever.
He must've been involved in something pretty deep. Well, here's a theory. Whether she killed Rooker or not, she breaks in and gets a nasty surprise. Yeah, someone else is here. She shoots them. Third party is wounded, but escapes. She stays here. Why? She's looking for something? Probably something difficult to find. Liked the lived-in look, didn't he? This is her. You're kidding me? I just found it on his bedside table. They were close then. Girlfriend? Seems odd that she had to force the door. You'd think she'd have a key. Perhaps they'd fallen out. Not much evidence of a woman's touch here. My guess is she doesn't live here. Unless she's a slob, too. Winston, head back. Circulate the photo, put out an observation call. Make sure they know she's armed. Priority. We need to find her as soon as possible. Havers, I don't care if it takes all night, this flat is going to get turned upside down. It already is, isn't it? !
So he was that kind of photographer. Paparazzi? Paparazzo. Paparazzi is plural. If you're trying to make me look stupid... He wasn't exactly in demand. The only entry in his diary this week is a car registration number. Ooh, no, hang on, er, he had a meeting last week with a Melissa Booth. Ooh, isn't she, um, the newspaper editor? One of the big tabloids. Maybe things were looking up for him? You said you'd ring me back early this week. .. Right, OK, I'm here waiting. David! Three minutes. David! What's this supposed to be? Piece on the teenage crime wave. I don't think so. There's a theory that if you give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters, they'll eventually write Hamlet. THIS is what you get from fewer monkeys in less time. Give me a teenage crime wave, David. And who are you? A photographer meeting directly with the editor of a tabloid newspaper is out of the ordinary. Usually would be. Isn't that a job for the picture desk? Yeah. How did you hear about his death? I got a call at 3am this morning from my chief crime correspondent. He thought I'd want to know.
How did you take the news? With a Valium and a large scotch. You were close then? Once, yes. Very. I just heard the news. All those war zones he came back from and he winds up dead in London. I'm so sorry. Don't. Inspector Lynley, Eddie Price - my husband and my boss. A very hands-off one. Not much choice with her in the chair. Obviously, this is not a good time. Darling, if you need me, I'll be down the hall. Oh, the last time I saw Peter, he looked a bit worse for wear. Maybe he'd run up a tab he couldn't pay off? You're talking about it him like he was some kind of addict. We don't have to trample his name in the dirt already, do we? We would if he was anyone else. I'm sorry. Your husband said "war zones". I thought Mr Rooker was paparazzo. First Gulf War. He was good, wasn't he? He was a real talent. Was that the kind of picture he was trying to sell you last week? He packed in real photography when he came back from Bosnia. When he was down to his last 50 quid, he tried to beat the paparazzi at their own game. Maybe it wasn't the soft option he thought it was. If you could get me the property that matches this tag, please?
Can I help you? Er, sorry. You are? Michael Wren. I manage this place. I'm Detective Sergeant Havers. I'm investigating the murder of a Mr Peter Rooker. Peter? Yeah, I'm afraid so. Are you sure? Has he been identified? We're sure. Murdered how? He was shot. I heard there was a shooting in an alley off Dean Street? So you knew Peter Rooker? You could say that. What does that mean? He was the best friend I ever had. How did you meet? Belfast 1983. He was on an assignment for the New York Times. I was with the Paras. We both drank in the same pub. He could drink me and all my men under the table and make us laugh while he was doing it. And what about recently? How was he? He could barely raise a smile. DOOR OPENS What kind of pictures did he try and sell you last week?
Some C-list celebrity. Did you buy them? Yes. When did they run? They didn't. I've bought dozens of Peter's pictures over the last ten years and I think I've used them once. It drives Eddie mad, but it's my prerogative. Sounds like charity... or something deeper. Is that what Mr Price really gets mad about? No. Eddie's always known and accepted that Peter Rooker was my first big love. What went wrong? Well, I don't know. Peter changed. He lost his spirit. Actually, that's an understatement. How did he seem to you when you saw him last week? Particularly anxious about anything? Oh, Peter was anxious in his sleep, Inspector. Awake, he was a nervous wreck. Awake and sober, at least. "Self-medication", he called it. Four large vodkas and a Diazepam was what it took to drag him down to mere anxiety. Did you still see him, socially? No. I love my husband. Being mates with exes never works, does it? So when did you last see Mr Rooker? Yesterday.
At what time? He was here about seven. Is he a member of the club? Unofficially. Through me, if you like. So, he came to speak to you? Yeah. What did you talk about? Nothing. So you had a conversation that consisted of total silence? Nothing significant. Look, he was talking about how he was sick of Melissa Booth's handouts, that if she didn't print his pictures, he'd send the cheque back. I told him not to be so stupid as to bite the hand that feeds. He didn't like that. So it's fair to say he left under a cloud? Perhaps that's why he forgot his coat? He didn't have much choice. I slung him out. The place was heaving. I couldn't have one of his tantrums. What, especially with him not being a member? Exactly. Did he say where he was going to? No. Well, what time did he leave? It was about eight o'clock. Are you sure? Yeah, why? Well, shots were heard at 9.10. The alleyway that he was killed is, what, a five-minute walk max from here?
So what was he doing between eight and nine? This is Soho, Sergeant. He could've been doing anything. Like? Well, he was drinking heavily, already. He was off his head on something. Take your pick with Peter. Do you know her? Her name's Nina. How do you know her? She works here. And what's her relationship with Peter Rooker? Peter was her legal guardian when she first came over from Bosnia in '95. Is she working today? She's supposed to be, but she's been off for a couple of days with flu. Right, I'll need an address. Don't have one. She's cash in hand, you know. Are you telling me you don't have your employees' addresses? Of course, but, er, she's not been here long. OK, next of kin? Well, that would be Peter. Is she in some kind of trouble? Yeah, well, let's just say she's in possession of a firearm and not in a stable frame of mind. So if there's anything that you can tell us to help us find her. Like I told you, I-I-I can't help you with what I don't know. OK, do us a favour, check your records, see if you can't rustle up a surname. Look, I-I've told you... It'll save me having to go to the tax office. Just get it done by tomorrow morning, all right?
Cheers. .. Idiots. Mr Price, can I have a word? I've got a car waiting. Call my secretary. She'll book an appointment. Peter Rooker. Did you know him? A little. And his relationship with your wife? Ended years ago. I'm sorry. I meant his professional relationship with your wife. Is that what the dig about his habit was about? I was just trying to be helpful. Not how Ms Booth interpreted it. Nasty bruise on your cheek there, sir. What are you suggesting? Nothing. Just wondering how you got it? There's a sordid little scene playing out in your head, isn't there? I wasn't aware of one. My wife's ex-lover comes back into her life and they embark on a steamy affair? I find out about it and I beat seven bells out of him. I suppose I give him some sort of macho speech about staying away from her. And then what? I smell his cheap aftershave on her some time afterwards, take the gun from my desk drawer, which I keep there just for such an occasion, and I blow his head off? Bit cliched, isn't it? So, offer me an alternative. I got Melissa on the rebound.
I knew it then and I know it now and I was still the luckiest man in the world. Fun, smart AND beautiful. Truth is, I don't think she even loved me the day we got married, but I told her love can grow...and it has. Plus she got to be editor of a national newspaper, of course. She was always honest about her ambition. Like she was about her relationship with Peter Rooker? Trust is the basis of a happy marriage. Sure I wasn't crazy about her paying for those photos we never ran with. But it wasn't jealousy, I just hate waste. That's the way I was brought up. But it made Melissa happy and if she's happy, I'm happy. Must've stuck in some people's throats, you parachuting her into the top job? Newsrooms are shark pools. It's not so much sink or swim as swim or get chewed to death by 11.30. If Melissa couldn't hack it, me being the owner of the paper wouldn't mean anything. And the bruise? I walked into a bog door, after a few drinks. Well, thank you, Mr Price. You've been very helpful. That's all right. Oh, if you wanna speak to me again, give me some notice and I'll bring my lawyers. Rooker was Nina's guardian. Anything else? She works for Wren at the club. She hasn't been in the last two days. He claims not to know where she is. Do you believe him? Well, it's a start. What's the club like? Exclusive hangout for celebrity types.
Well, it fits with him being a paparazzo. Yeah, it must have been handy for Rooker to have a mate who runs a bar for C-listers. It's hard to see why these kind of pictures should lead to him taking a bullet. The leg was extended back at the moment of impact. Rooker was running? So why not shoot him in the back? It's a much bigger target. Because if you shoot him in the back, he might kill him straightaway. He doesn't want it to be over too fast. This way, you shatter the kneecap which immobilises him and causes him a hell of a lot of pain. Yeah, but why do it like that? Why take more time and risk being caught in the act? Maybe the killer wanted him to know who it was who was killing him? I don't know what this gives you, but your man was so living on borrowed time. We heard he wasn't exactly clean-living. He'd suffered severe liver damage, had excessively high alcohol content. But he was also riddled with tumorous tissue. What? Cancer? When we're done here, we should pack him off to the Science Museum. He was a dead man walking. There's something else, too. As you can see, they're yellowing, which means they predate death by at least one day, at most a few days. And there's broken skin and swelling on his knuckles. All signs that he was in a fight. Anything else? The bruising is stronger down the right-hand side, which would suggest that the attacker was left-handed. Well, the question is whether the beating and the death are connected. And if the beating was a warning, what did Rooker do...or not do? The gun found at the scene is not the murder weapon.
That would've been far too easy. It's a recommissioned firearm. Nice job, too, apparently. I bet my pay check whoever did this is well-known to the firearms division. Well, I'll get some names and cross-reference it with West End Central. Ballistics say it'd never been fired. Well, that would suggest it's a recent purchase. How would Rooker get his hands on it? It's his prints all over it. Well, why did he feel he needed a gun? Melissa Booth talked of his pathological anxiety. Well, maybe his anxiety wasn't quite so pathological. How's it going, Winston? Slowly. There's thousands of images here. What am I looking for? Anyone or anything that could've caused his death. I might not know it when I see it. I have complete faith in you. No pressure, then(! ) This is all I got so far. This, from two weeks ago. Two weeks and one day, to be precise. That's Melissa Booth. For a guy who looked like he might ask you for 20 pence, he was pretty thorough with his indexing. These were taken 15 days ago? Exactly. Mr Price wouldn't be quite so Zen about things if he'd seen these. They'd resumed their relationship.
Looks like they never fell out of love. Yeah, funny she didn't mention it. Isn't it? Shall we hit her with it? No, no, let's keep our powder dry. See if we can find out what else she's not telling us. Sir? Peter Rooker's bank statements. For the last year, there's been a monthly debit of 400 quid going to a letting agency in Camden. I thought he lived in Marylebone? He's been paying the rent on a one-bedroom flat on the high street. The tenant's name, Nina Delic. Well, that was hard work. They tried to say you've gotta knock first and if they don't answer, you've gotta come back later. What is it with lettings people? You try going through life not quite smart enough to even make the sales team. This is much nicer than Rooker's flat. Obviously takes his guardian duties very seriously. Yeah. Tough guy with a heart? You know, the more we find out about this bloke Rooker, the less he adds up. Bit like when I first met you. Meaning? Well, posh guy with a heart. Didn't quite make sense. Thanks very much, Havers(! ) Science-defying. Hmm, this morning's post. She must've been here today. Hmm, junk, junk, junk.
Well, it's small but perfectly formed. Who the hell are you? We were under the impression that Nina lived here alone. She does, officially. I sublet. You know what rents are like in London. I sleep in here. We're investigating the death of Peter Rooker. Did you know him? Yeah, yeah. He's Nina's guardian. He rents this place for her. Do you know where Nina is? No, she hasn't been home the last couple of nights. Has she called? No, and she always does if she's spending the night out. Have you've tried her? Yeah, her...her mobile's switched off. Do you know where she might be? Um, her boyfriend Michael's? Michael...? I don't know his surname, but he runs Number 19 in Soho. Michael Wren. Rooker's friend. Sorry about that. Er, did Rooker know about the relationship? ..Peter always wanted the best for Nina, but he could be quite controlling. She said he'd go crazy if she had to drop out of college. Well, why would she have to drop out? No specific reason.
Is that what Michael wanted? SHE never said that. Then why was she discussing leaving college at all? Look, if you think in holding something back, you're somehow being loyal to Nina, you're mistaken. She's pregnant. I want an unmarked car parked outside. We've got a trace on Nina's phone, haven't we? We should have. I'll double-check. I thought you army chaps were meant to be big on loyalty. Cut to the chase, please. I've got a party of 70 coming in at one. You're the father of her child and you couldn't even give me an address. It was when you mentioned her waving the gun around. I knew it was my gun. She must've taken it from the drawer in my office. So you knew your gun was missing? Never crossed my mind it was Nina, though. You did report it missing? I thought I'd have a go at getting it back myself. In violation of your licence. My licence expired eight months ago. And it also stipulates that it should be kept in a locked steel cabinet. Exactly. Tell us about Nina? She could be a laugh. She's great-looking, obviously. When she told me she was pregnant, I didn't freak out or anything. But? She has an unpredictable side.
I don't know if I can handle that long term. And you told her that? Is that why she hasn't been here for the past two days? She's not ill with flu, is she? No, I didn't tell her that. She just took off in the middle of the day. Said she wasn't coming back. Look, I've wracked my brain thinking about what I might've said or done. So do you think Rooker found out about the affair and talked Nina out of it? It crossed my mind. That would have made you quite angry, wouldn't it? The thought of Rooker telling her that she could do better than a barman. I'm not a barman. Yeah, even if it IS a posh Soho club. Look, I know where you're going with this and you're miles off. That's what you were arguing with Rooker about last night? Nina, wasn't it? Yeah. OK, so Rooker left here at eight, he got shot at nine, ten. And the alley is only five minutes' walk away from the bar. We did this last time. But last time you withheld to the point of lying. I told you - I don't know where he went. What were you doing between eight and nine? I was right here. Right here the whole time. Look, I wish I knew something. I wish I could help you find whoever it was who killed my mate. Oh, save it, please.
I could arrest you for the things you didn't tell my sergeant. Where is Nina now? I don't know. Where might she be? I'll ask around, talk to the other girls... Thanks. We're already onto that. And what will you do if she does contact you? Well, I'll call you straight away. That's right. You won't try and sort it out on your own. Look, I'm not stupid. Let's hope that proves to be true. Got a result from that registration number we found in Peter Rooker's diary. Anything interesting? A black Mercedes, registered to a private chauffeur-hire company. It's a sole trader - Andrej Pavletic. That makes life easier. But that's not the interesting bit. One of his main clients is Eddie Price. Wren's just turned up at Nina's flat. Has he come out yet? No. OK. Anyone else gone in? No, ma'am. We going in? Nah, let's leave it a little bit longer, see if anything turns up. Mr Pavletic?
Fancy a stroll, Winston? Perfect day for it. Maybe this, erm, Peter... Rooker... Rooker. Maybe he was a customer? Then surely you would remember him? I pick up so many people, from actors, musicians, restaurateurs, and on top of that I have my regulars. Like Eddie Price? Yes. Do you talk to Mr Price much when you're driving him around? Hmm, sometimes. What do you talk about? Does he talk about his personal life? We talk but about weather, football, politics sometimes. But I wouldn't know anything about his private life. So you wouldn't know how he got that bruise on his cheek? No. Quite a nasty bruise on the cheekbone. Quite recent. No, sorry. Er, this is a picture of Peter Rooker. Are you sure you don't know him? Sarah. You'd better go inside. OK, you see where our friend is heading. I'll go light a candle. Hello, Clare. You going away somewhere? No.
What's going on? Nothing. I'm not stupid. I bet you if I opened that bag, I'd find Nina's stuff. Don't tell me. You had Nina's best interests at heart? I did. I DO. Well, so do we. Look, I'm sorry. She sounded so scared. Where was she calling from? I don't know. OK, so you were supposed to meet her here, then what? She said she had to get out of London. And then what was the plan? Clare? My sister lives in Cornwall, Nina was gonna stay with her for a bit until things blew over. OK, so where is she now? I swear I don't know. See? Oh, you don't have to wash those. I already did them. Oh, I found some streaks, so I'm wiping them down with undiluted red wine vinegar. I've never heard of that. Oh, sure. For tougher spots, I use a 50-50 mix of denatured alcohol and water. And for those really intractable stains, I mean, we're talking shower doors, I wipe on lacquer thinner with a towel. Bree?
Oh, Orson. Excuse me. Did you lose something? No. I just thought... for you... I don't do that. Why not? I'm a republican. I'm a libertarian. I believe in minimizing the role of the state and maximizing individual rights. But, Orson! Trust me. I know what I'm doing. Okay. Oh, no! What, you didn't just crack that veneer again, did you? I have to go. Go? Go where? And then it was like something inside ruptured. Well, not so much a rupture as a spasm. Waves of this hot clutching. I think I might have had a small stroke. How severe were the pains? Well, that's the odd thing. I mean, there was no pain per se. In fact, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. What were you doing at the time? I was, uh, with my fiancé? We were lying down... resting.
I'm gonna take a wild swing here. Were you having sex? Sort of. Ms. Van De Kamp, I think you may have had an orgasm. No, no, no. I had orgasms before. Mm, how would you describe them? Oh, you know, that warm sensation, that tingling feeling of relief when it's over. -No, no, this was much... -Better? Yes. That's 'cause it was an orgasm. Well, I'll be darned. Hi. Can I help you? Are you Bree Van De Kamp? Yes, and you are? Carolyn Bigsby. I was Orson's neighbor. Oh, well, come on in. Let's dry you off and get you a drink. I didn't come here to celebrate. Carolyn. Engaged again? That was quick work. Does she know you killed your wife? My wife left me. And no one ever heard from her again. Not me, not her family. Just dropped off the face of the earth.
Orson, what is she talking about? Didn't tell you that part, did he? All right, Carolyn, you've made your little scene. You keep your hands off me. Don't let him fool you. Get away from him now while you can. Please leave my house. Fine. Be a fool. Marry him. Just don't be surprised when you go missing, too. I'm sorry you had to endure that. Your wife... disappeared? I tried to find her. Her family claimed not to have heard from her. Personally, I think she was just trying to punish me. So, are you still married? No, I was granted a divorce on grounds of abandonment. Bree... -You can't possibly think that... -No, of course not. I love you. And I love you. Orson... my hand. The buffet is open. Bree... Every storm brings with it hope... that somehow by morning, everything will be made clean again, and even the most troubling stains will have disappeared, like the doubts over his innocence... or the consequence of his mistake. Like the scars of his betrayal... or the memory of his kiss. So we wait for the storm to pass, hoping for the best. Even though we know in our hearts... some stains are so indelible... nothing can wash them away.
Previously on Desperate Housewives... I have another child. You're the me who gave me permission, remember? Not to sleep with the woman who's carrying our child! For some, love will wither. - Do I know you? - Orson Hodge, Susan's dentist friend. While others will wait for love... for others, new love will bloom... That may never arrive. Something awful happened on lake view drive last year. To understand why, you need to know that when Alma Hodge awoke that morning, she had no idea this would be the day she'd leave her husband. Certainly, it began normally enough. she put away the groceries per his instructions. she hung his dry cleaning exactly as he had requested. she folded the towels just as he had taught her. It was just before noon... Mama loves her baby! Does the baby love Mama? Mama! When something inside Alma broke, and she decided it was time to fly away. Of course, she knew better than to say this to her husband. He thought Alma was happy, and Orson Hodge did not like to be contradicted. So she waited till he left for work... And then... Oh! Baby, you gotta come down now. Mama's in a hurry. Hurry! Hurry!
If you don't get back in your cage right now, I'm gonna have to leave you behind. Please! The next day, Carolyn Bigsby stopped by, and like most nosy neighbors, she knew you learned more if you didn't knock. Alma? Are you home? Carolyn? I was just looking for Alma. We had a coffee date this morning. She never showed. Uh, Alma left yesterday. Left? We had a bit of a row. Oh... Harvey and I thought we heard some raised voices. So where'd she go? Don't know, but I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure she's fine. Orson, no! Orson, no! So, if I hear from Alma, I'll let her know that you dropped by. Yes, Orson Hodge was a man who did not like to be contradicted by anyone. It doesn't rain very often in the town of Fairview, but when it does, it pours. It was on just such a day that Bree Van De Kamp went on her first date with her new friend, Orson Hodge. A date that ended with a kiss in the rain. This occurred just as Gabrielle Solis was conferring with her new divorce lawyer and describing in vivid detail her husband's affair with their maid, who also happened to be their surrogate. Meanwhile... Lynette Scavo was busy meeting her husband's illegitimate daughter. Here, take this.
While resisting the urge to strangle the girl's mother. This happened just after Susan Mayer learned Mike Delfino had been badly injured in a hit-and-run accident, and was now in a coma at Fairview memorial hospital. At that same moment, Edie Britt was putting up a "For Sale" sign on the lawn of the house where I once lived. Edie had also planned to spruce up the property by washing down the driveway. But she was pleased to see the rain had already taken care of that. This is what rainy days are good for. They make everything clean again, which is necessary on a street like Wisteria Lane where everything can get so messy. Welcome, welcome! Oh! Don't worry about the water, the floors are laminated. Here's a flyer. And then the police found her severed fingers in the garage. Oh no! And they never found Felicia's body. I wouldn't be surprised if someday you opened a cabinet and... Hello! Karen, dear. Have you seen the marble backsplash? Oh, I just must show it to you. Excuse us. What are you trying to do to me, you backstabbing cow? They asked why the owner was selling. I told them that Paul Young was in jail. They asked why! Conversation has a flow. Well, knock it off! I've been trying to unload this house of horrors for months now, and you are not helping! Ah, ah!
Those are for potential buyers! You withered old mooch. Good luck trying to find one of those! Maybe you'll have an easier time with the apple white house and that rec room in the basement. Get out. Get out! Get out, get out, get out! Edie, uh, do you have a moment? Yes, yes, yes, yes! Yeah! Yeah! Come on! Kayla ready yet? Just a sec. Honey, thank you for this. I know it's a little weird, i mean, to send out a family Christmas photo with your husband's love child, but it means a lot to her to feel included. No problem, she's a great little girl. Okay? All right, let's do this. I am just going to, um, check the focus. Nora! Lynette. What are you doing there? Well, it's a family photo, right? Tom, could I...could I... could I check your tie again? She sat down so quickly, I didn't know what to say. How about, "You're in the frame, bitch! Move."? But Lynette!
No, I am sorry. How much of her crap do I have to put up with? First, it's the little drop-bys. Then she's inviting herself to dinner three times a week! Now she wants to be in our christmas photo? I'm sorry. No, that's not happening! Hey, guys! Don't fight! It's the holidays. Nora... This is just for our family. I would prefer if you weren't in it. Oh... Okay. Kayla, honey, we gotta go. They're kicking us out. We didn't say that Kayla couldn't be in the photo. Yeah, well, you know what? If I'm not your family, then she's not your family. It's okay. I don't have to be in the picture. Fine! Fine! No, absolutely fine. Put crazy at the end, and we can crop her out later. Fair enough, fair enough. Hey, everything's okay. It's okay, come on guys, come on back! Thank you, Lynette!
Back to the Christmas spirit that I was looking for! Ten seconds! I think this is a little stiff! I have a really fun idea! Where are my crackers? We're out, but I got you a pickle. Pickles and soup? Who eats that? You know, that's all I got. Ever heard of a store? You did not just do that. - I hate pickles. - Pick it up! Doctor say I only get out of bed to pee. Better for baby, remember? Don't go! I need you to rub my feet! They're sore, and doctor say... Oh, cut it out, Xiao-mei! The doctor didn't say anything about rubbing your chubby stumps! Rub 'em yourself! You treat me like dirt. Would you rather go live with Mr. Solis? In a dingy one-bedroom apartment with no air conditioning and no cable, huh? No, I didn't think so. You are meanest person I know! I am the meanest person. You've been in this country a year. Modify your nouns, damn it! What...
A...bitch! I can't wait for you to pop out that baby! Because when you do, I am putting you on the first plane back to Shanghai, and you're gonna be on all fours in a rice paddy before the epidural wears off! But you promised to get me apartment in chinatown! So I can work for my friend in restaurant, start a new life. Tell it to my chinese friend: sue me! You know, we do have people here in the hospital who could do that. But I like doing it. I think Mike would want me to. Oops, oh! So have you got the results of his latest MRI yet? I'm afraid there was no change. Oh...well, how long until you can do another one? I don't want to tell you not to be optimistic, but... Look, I know it's been six months, but he could still come out of it, right? I saw in the news there was this woman in Peru. she woke up after ten years! There's a reason that made the news. You might think I'm naive, but I know he's coming back to me. Susan... Don't say it! You just keep doing your job, and I'll keep doing mine. Oops. That risotto was perfect. Just like you! Listen, I hope you saved room for dessert. I got us something special! From a wonderful little bakery downtown.
Oh! That is so adorable! But I don't think I can eat another bite. Well, here, let me take half. What do you say, Bree? Will you marry me? This is a little sudden, isn't it? We've only known each other six months, but I've loved you every minute of it. But if you don't share my feelings... No, no, um... I do. It's just that, um, I can't help being cautious, since Rex, I haven't been exactly lucky in love. I used to feel the same way. When Alma left me, I was shattered, but I realize now it was the luckiest day of my life because it meant I was free when I met you. Luck can change, Bree. Let me change yours. Yes. Yes? Yes, I won't marry you, Orson... Ian Hainsworth had been miserable ever since a tragic horseback riding accident had left his wife Jane in a coma. For the next three years, he shied away from all social contact because he wanted to be alone with his grief. Then one day, he met Susan Mayer, who, because of her own tragedy, was just as miserable as he was. And a friendship slowly blossomed, because as everyone knows, misery loves company, and Ian was loving this company more and more every day. Two... three-oh, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch...ooh! itch, itch, itch. Do the nurses know you do this? Oh, hey! Um, you weren't supposed to see that. Well, clearly. Now, you can buy my silence if you'll have coffee with me!
Oh, I would love to, but I think I'm in a rush here. I'm supposed to meet my girlfriends for lunch at 01:00. Is it 01:00 yet? Well, you tell me. I notice you're always rushing into the hall to check the time, so I, um... Well, I bought you this. Oh! Wow. Um... I... I... I can't accept this, this is too extravagant! Oh, no, it's nothing. There was a guy on the sidewalk who had a bunch of them laid out on a blanket. If you look closely, it says "folex." Still, I... Please... You would make me so happy if you took it! Well, in that case, thank you for my cheap knockoff! Oh my God, I'm late! Hi, hi, hi, hi! Hi! I'm so sorry, I'm late. No, that's fine. Wow, white gloves... What, are we having luncheon in the 1880s? Well, it's a very elegant club. You know, Orson's been a member here for years. It'll be even nicer when they finish the construction. So you were very mysterious on the phone.
Why did you wanna have lunch? Well, I wanted to invite you to a dinner that Orson and I are having this saturday. So you asked us to a meal to announce another meal? That's so... Bree of you! What's the occasion? Oh, um, no occasion. Just a little get-together! What are you being so coy about? I'm not being coy! She said coyly! If you don't tell us, we're not coming! Oh, all right. I wanted to wait, and make a proper announcement, but... Orson and i are engaged! Oh, my gosh! Oh, lemme see! You move fast! I know it's quick, but it just feels so right! Orson is just the most warm, wonderful, generous man. Oh, generous. That means he's good in the sack... Actually, uh, no. We haven't had sex yet. We're waiting until we get married. Oh my god, you're serious? No sex at all? Not even... Whatever you're alluding to, no. But...but you're gonna get married!
You wouldn't buy a car without at least taking it for a little test drive! It's not like you've never slept with a guy you weren't married to. True. Uh, I have in the past given myself away too freely. How charming of you to bring that up while I'm announcing my engagement. But I like to think that I have learned from my mistakes. So the dinner is at 8 o'clock, and when we make the announcement, please, everybody look surprised! No, don't worry. I'm just gonna replay the look I had when I found out you hadn't banged him yet! Hey, sexy mama! That's cute! So you invited Kayla to Parker's birthday party, right? Of course. - And? - And? What did you tell Nora? I told her that we were picking up Kayla for a quiet afternoon at home. You lied? Yeah, you're damn straight, I lied! I will not have that lunatic ruining one more family gathering. But Kayla's gonna, you know, tell Nora that we had a party, and I'm just afraid that Nora's gonna blow a gasket. What? So what are you saying, you're more afraid of Nora than you are of me? Is...is that what you think? I meant because that is so not what I meant. You scare the hell outta me, baby. Thank you. The coffee machine was broken, so I got us a couple of smoothies. They had strawberry and strawberry. Well, I hate strawberry, so give me the strawberry.

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