In Plain Sight Episode Scripts

N/A - Something Borrowed, Something Blew Up

Previously on "In Plain Sight" Sparkly Seriously? How is this not just another lurch towards whatever seems fun, no offense.
God! could you just be happy for me! - Okay! Okay.
I'd like you to be my M.
Maid of honor at my wedding? Well, I'm honored Think about it? Mark, he's in town and he wants to see you.
How has this never come up.
You have an ex-husband! You know me.
I don't like to brag.
Less talk, more couch.
Ronnie Mcintire is my witness.
We're his WITSEC inspectors.
If you testify against Julian Conran-- No! No, no.
We're not giving this weasel another bite at the apple.
You guys get me in there, we will nail that bastard on fraud and arms dealing.
I'm a U.
I can't believe I'm pregnant.
No, you can't, and, yes, you are.
You didn't tell him, did you? Oh, my God.
Is that a baby? - That's mine? - Actually, it's mine-- Well Ours.
God, I am so glad you're back.
Just to do my job.
I'm not breaking up your family, Peter.
You are an angel.
And everything will work out, trust me.
Things don't always go according to plan.
You're telling me.
Listen, for federal babysitters, you've been top-notch, really.
But this is as far along the yellow brick road as you're gonna go.
I need my people.
Guy thinks he's got people.
Dudeskies, I'm about to give grand jury testimony against Julian Conran and an arms-dealing syndicate so vast, I'd be shocked And frankly a little insulted if the skinny guy in the oval wasn't hearing about this in his morning briefing.
So, if the DOJ Is gonna drag me to Albuquerque on a weekend, I'm goin' with people I trust, and I got people.
I'm demanding my people Otherwise that G4 you'll have waiting on the tarmac It's gonna be one guy short.
- Mmm.
- What's that? Sandwich.
No, the other thing.
Oh, starter sandwich.
Ha ha.
Hey, Mary, Mary, quite contrary - Right where you belong.
- Oh, yeah-- pregnant and desk-bound.
Oh, the strides we've made in the workplace.
I stretched for you.
I did, but you're eight months.
Field work is off your to-do list.
I can get disciplined.
Is that what you want? You want to know what I want? I'd like to get reacquainted with my toes.
I'd like to sneeze without my uterus screaming in unison.
And as for you stretching, I could give a crap about some BS regs put in place by a bunch of paper-pushing white hairs, whose only brush with maternity involves all-male waiting rooms and passing out cigars.
Jesus! He kicked Or she.
Eh, I'm gonna go with "it.
" What? It's an "it.
" Mm.
It's the day before the day, Brandi.
Of course I'm up.
I know.
I've always been mystified by the mindset of makeup.
Age-defying, firming, regenerating, micro-sculpting Putting up car payments' worth of your paycheck into a three-ounce bottle.
I'm amazed.
Honestly, it's like I'm on safari.
Oh, my gosh.
All right, so this was your plan-- to ply me with virgin daiquiris while you slowly turn me into Tammy Faye Bakker? Stop.
There's a flaw in your math, by the way.
Let me give you a hint-- virgin daiquiris.
Okay, it's a little makeup to find a look-- a dry run for tomorrow.
All right, well, you slather me with this crap, - I'll show you a look.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm gonna go try on my dress.
You need help? No? Okay.
Well, if you do, just shout.
I'll send someone in.
Just kind of a delegator.
You want some under-eye cream? It's for, like, puffiness.
I mean, I get it on some level.
You want to change, or hide, or feel what it's like to be just not you.
If only for a night.
But at the end of the day, as your haggard reflection will tell you every time, the makeup comes off and all that you're left with is exactly who you are.
Mary? Mary, get in here! What? I'm suffocating! I've got to get out of this dress.
What, prom night flashback? I'm not kidding.
I can't breathe.
Get this off! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay, calm down.
Please! You can't be suffocating, okay? This dress is really loose.
When's the last time you ate something? - Oh! Ate? - Yeah.
I don't know.
I'm getting married.
I had a salad yesterday.
My God, all right, look, we're gonna solve the dress thing, but then you need to eat something, okay? There's a tray of cupcakes out there.
Well, there's half a tray now, but still We're gonna get you to your fighting weight, okay? And if not, I've got the seamstress on speed dial-- no big deal.
I'm gonna screw up my own wedding.
Hey, hey! Squish, come on! Peter's not marrying you for your dress size, he's marrying you for who you are And your dress size.
I'm kidding.
Come on, I'm kidding.
You're gonna look great.
You're saying that to stop me from crying.
How am I doing? I just don't want to start off bad, like mom.
Come on, there's not a chance.
First of all, you didn't buy your wedding dress at a pawn shop.
And Peter's best man's his father, not his getaway driver.
You guys are gonna be fine.
I mean, that part's done.
You already are.
- Are you gonna cry, too? - No, I'm good.
But look, in every other way, I am totally here for you.
Ah, sorry, just-- just one sec.
I know this is the big weekend, but, hey, sorry, you know? I'm gonna need you.
What do you mean? Stan, we talked about this.
This is different.
It's nothing.
Just one sec.
Hey, Stan I love work.
I wish I were at work right now.
And I never say this, but this weekend is totally out.
Which is why I wouldn't even suggest it.
I mean, I didn't.
It's D.
And they're not suggesting.
Attorney's convening a top-secret grand jury session in Albuquerque, big-time case, heavy-hitter witness.
Uh, it's one of-- one of yours, actually.
- One of mine? Local? - Not exactly.
You know, moves around a little bit.
Stan, don't say Ronnie Dalembert.
- Wish I didn't have to.
- No! Thing is, you're on the docket, too, Mary.
- What? The sting? - The sting.
You had to know when you wore a wire, it was gonna come up.
It has to come up tomorrow? We can't postpone this till-- I don't know-- literally any other time? Come on, come on, I'll talk about stacks of cash and planeloads of guns all day next week.
Like I said, not my call.
DOJ's got a hard-on for this, and they want it taken care of ASAP.
Should I rephrase that? Come on, Stan.
Marshall's picking up Ronnie in Miami Listen, you go in.
You raise your right hand.
You bang out a little testimony.
You're good to go.
And I'm in and out before the wedding? In and out before the wedding.
Mary, tomorrow? - It's my wedding.
- Oh, is that tomorrow? Look, Brandi, I-I know it's your wedding.
Everyone knows it's your wedding.
Congress knows it's your wedding.
It's gonna be fine, I promise.
Let me just go track down that seamstress.
- What is she, Estonian? - Canadian.
Well, I knew she was something.
God, I've missed this town.
- It's a city.
- Albuquerque? Keep telling yourself that.
Just get in the car.
Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection Program has relocated thousands of witnesses, some criminal, some not, to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute, distinguishing them from the rest of the general population, and that is, somebody wants them dead.
Target blocked.
No shot.
Pregnant lady sneaking out on me-- that's a new low.
I thought you were sleeping.
I was, in tiny increments, in between your trips to the bathroom every 20 minutes.
Look, you have no idea what's happening with my whole setup down there.
Oh, that's so hot.
Can I get a little more detail on that, please? Listen, Mark, look, I'm sure you won't even need this, but Jinx is ankle-deep in mother-of-the-bride crap.
So, just in case, this is the wedding playbook.
- Oh, okay.
- You know what? Second thought, I got it.
- I'll just bring it with-- - Would you give me the thing? - No, no, seriously, I-- - Give me the lousy clipboard already.
I just sold $300,000 worth of solar paneling.
I think I can handle Evan, the flower guy, Don't kid yourself.
Evan is vicious.
Ooh! Evan, vicious-- noted.
So how long is this whole situation gonna go on? I mean, it's been two days-- just, you know, ballpark.
I haven't really thought it through.
Look, I really got to go, but this-- Mark, this is not a solution.
Oh, Mary? You complete me.
- Good morning.
- Says you.
I'm getting a weird feeling Mark wants to move to Albuquerque.
For the baby? No, Marshall, for the surfing.
Would that be so bad? - He's fun to have around, no? - He's too much fun.
Exhibit "A"-- my developing situation here.
- I'm pointing to my belly.
- Got it.
How did this happen? Honestly, my sister's getting married to a stand-up rich guy, and I'm knocked up by my ex-husband, who's somehow gone from crashing on my couch for a few nights to being my plus-one at her wedding.
You want my advice, don't do anything about Mark yet.
I know you think you don't get rattled, but these things add up.
Don't make any big decisions in this moment.
I agree.
I'd wait.
What? Got to go.
Don't play with the moonroof.
It's daytime.
It's a sunroof.
Just-- don't-- You realize your deep-seated entitlement issues are the foundational reason you've been forced into hiding in WITSEC, right? Hiding? Dude, I'm living.
You should try it sometime, Marsh.
What do you got, like, one pair of jeans? I have several pairs, and what does that have to do with-- Satellite, nice! Can we get Stern on this thing? Sunday morning at the courthouse.
It's like a ghost town.
Uh, that's the idea-- it's off hours, more secure.
Ah, Marshall Mann, U.
Attorney Carson Cistulli.
- Knock it up, Broseph.
- Hey.
Seriously, Cistulli? What, are you gonna roll out the keg, meet up on the quad? I was just-- well-- So, Mare, where'd you land on that whole Mark thing? I mean, if you want, we can kick it around later.
When am I up? I assume I'm up first.
Uh Get him out of here, please.
Excuse us.
- Actually - What? - Oh, boy.
- What? Jury gathered We're still missing juror number 11.
- Are you serious? - So what's the hypothesis? Juror 11 hit snooze too many times, or do we see a potential security breach? Well, it's hard to say.
I mean, he's been a conscientious juror.
Never late.
Always pays attention, et cetera, et cetera.
Mary, you'll stay with the witness until Delia and Marshall locate the juror.
Bring him in.
No, no, Stan, I can't, 'cause I've got my thing.
And-- Stan I can't stay with Ronnie.
I can't.
It's like I'm allergic.
Seriously, my throat's closing up.
It'll be two hours, Max.
Two hours, Stan-- come on! You'll have plenty of time.
I promise.
I've already called APD.
They've got resources we can tap into.
Detective Chaffee's on board.
Delia, Marshall, I want this guy found, and fast.
Copy that.
Marshal Marshall, it'll be a pleasure to partner with you.
Got to make a phone call.
Hey, it's Mark.
Leave me a message.
Hey, Mark, call me back.
You better be awake.
Coffee? - No.
- Great, 'cause I only got one.
So tell me about this, uh, Mark guy.
He's in your head, huh? Look, I'm not having this discussion with you and not just because you're a witness.
Love it.
You're like me-- a lone wolf, a "wolfstress," if you will.
I really, really won't.
This Mark guy-- you don't need him.
He gets in your head, screws up your testimony.
- Mm-hmm.
- Distractions-- you can't pitch a tent in a hurricane.
Guy told me that once.
This dude-- he was epic.
He sold plots of land on an island off of Puerto Rico.
- Get this-- - Please shut up.
No island.
Oh, yeah.
Mary texted me.
I never should've taught her that angry emoticon.
- U.
- Albuquerque P.
We're looking for Connor Burghoff.
Well, he's not here.
And you are? Kristi Owens.
You live here with Mr.
Burghoff, Kristi Owens? No.
So what are you doin' here? Pickin' up a book-- Catcher in the Rye.
Ah, a fellow Salinger fan.
Connor did my brake pads a couple months ago.
Saw it in the passenger's seat, wanted to check it out.
You're a regular public library.
- He know you're in his house? - He left the back door open.
So where's the book? I don't know.
All I know is it wasn't where he said it was.
Are we done here? When was the last time you saw Connor? Not since I picked up my car, okay? God, since when did this become a police state? Sweetheart, if this were a police state, I would do something like this.
Nice ink.
So was it a toss-up, that or a butterfly? You see something you like? If you hear from him, give us a call.
Anything? No probable cause.
Plus, his car isn't here.
We'll come back with a warrant if we need to.
For now, let's go to his-- His job site? Address is already punched into the GPS.
Hello? I got him.
I'm not a marshal, but this seems like a security breach.
You're a fast learner.
Stan, we found juror number 11.
I think we could safely say we're gonna need an alternate.
You ordered from Chicky's? Yep, I talked her into a biggie breakfast burrito.
She ordered a biggie.
What, is she making up for lost time? Did they forget the guacamole? No, no.
No, no, no.
See? Guac, right here.
Where is she? And, uh, where are you? Mark, don't say this out loud, I may be a little late.
- Huh.
- Listen My sister's unaccustomed to things going well, so these are uncharted waters.
If she starts to wig out, here's what you do.
Mary, I got it.
We got breakfast.
The seamstress is on her way over in 45 minutes for a final fitting, and your mother's on her way over with doughnuts or crullers or whatever Brandi's gonna chase this massive burrito down with.
You realize this is actually more annoying than your standard incompetence.
See, you got a whole new thing to hate about me.
You're welcome, by the way.
I got to go.
Don't cry.
Here you go.
This paranoid race war stuff you had in your car-- it posits an alternate reality wherein you and your friends emerge victorious from a war that, in fact, does not exist.
We're not at war.
Why am I here? We canvassed the neighborhood.
The neighbors say you've been spending a lot of nights there.
Your boyfriend's dead, Kristi.
You seem not altogether concerned.
He wasn't my boyfriend.
He was just some guy who died For the cause.
So you're a true believer, and you were at his house, what, removing any trace you'd been there? I'm not stupid.
That remains to be seen.
This tattoo, 1-8, it's a well-known code in her circles for the first and eighth letters of the alphabet-- "A", "H".
I'm assuming Adolf Hitler, not Alfred Hitchcock.
We gonna find the same tats on the guy who took out your boyfriend? APD-- they're gonna tie you to Connor's death in two seconds flat.
Yeah, from where we sit, it seems pretty clear you had him targeted.
You knew Connor was on that jury.
You reeled him in and convinced him to leak the where and when of today's testimony.
I grew up with these guys.
They're organized, committed.
And if you're asking me about them now, you're already too late.
I'm just saying, trial should've been in Scottsdale, where Conran's based.
Ronnie raised plenty of cash for the fund right here in Albuquerque.
Plus, it seems safer than doin' it in the guy's backyard.
Yeah, how you feelin' about that now? You feeling pretty good about that call, huh? Huh? Yeah.
Stan, we're coming to you.
Preview-- this does not look good.
Sounds like juror number 11 gave up the details of Ronnie's testimony, then became one last loose end.
Gave it up to who? - The girlfriend.
- Kristi Owens-- Neo-Nazi, tattoos.
If we feel like connecting the dots, it's a pretty straight line to the crowd Julian Conran was dealing arms to.
All right, all right.
We got to get these jurors out of here.
I want a security detail on them right now.
- What's your ETA, Marshall? - 15.
All right, cut that in half.
We're moving the witness.
This thing is done.
McQueen, I can call Washington, get 'em to okay an alternate juror.
- You can't shut this down.
- Yeah? I'm a U.
Marshal, counselor.
I got jurisdiction in 50 states, plus territories, and right now I got a witness to protect.
You want to call D.
, you be my guest.
Dead juror-- that is not great.
We're moving you to a secure location.
Your testimony will be rescheduled.
Don't worry.
You'll still get to regale the jury with tales of your financial malfeasance.
Technically, it was non-feasance.
Huh! Look, I found 20 bucks in mine.
Of course you did.
Who knew these even had pockets? I'm just saying, you're getting shot at, you're wearing your vest, it's like, "Ooh, good, altoids-- I wondered where those went.
" Get down, away from the windows! All right, we got to move! Oh, my God, are you okay? I'm fine.
Corner outside is the safest spot.
- There's no windows.
- Can you keep up? Yeah, I've got this thing where I move real fast if someone's shootin' at me.
I've got you.
I'll cover you.
Stay low.
Move it, move it, move it, move it.
No phone.
No cell.
They must have jammed the signal.
They cut everything off.
We're not safe here.
Hey, decode this for me, 'cause I'm pretty sure I heard the words, "safest place in the building.
" - It is.
- These guys planned this.
They know we're in here.
We're not safe.
We're trapped.
You scared me.
I scared you? For me, it was the sniper fire.
Don't be a baby.
Let me get the glass out.
Sorry you got dragged into this suboptimal situation.
Well, I'm not sure I mentioned it, but in my off time, I do a little detective work.
Dead bodies, flying bullets-- kind of part of the job description.
If anything happened, I want you to know I, uh What? You'd throw yourself on top of Mary? N-no.
I mean, yes.
She's--she's my partner, Abigail, and she's pregnant.
And my instincts kicked in.
I get it.
I do.
Do you? I do.
This part needs to be under-- Oh, I thought this was gonna go up here.
Like you turn your hair-- it looks pretty, too, and then this part goes up like that.
And now that way, it can have a sort of a pageboy Mom, stop, please.
To Grace Kelly kind of appeal.
No, don't t crush it.
Cradle, cradle it.
- Okay.
- A little bit of spray.
Please, stop! This bouquet makes me look like a beige cloud.
No, it's subtle.
It's beautiful.
It's not.
It's "fugly.
" Mom, stop! Stop! Just stop messing with my hair! Oh, my God, I can't believe I just did that.
That's okay.
I've got Evan the flower guy on standby.
I own Evan.
And he's two blocks away.
Moms, you want to go pick up a new bouquet? I'd do it, but you're the experts.
I'm just a guy with a clipboard.
- Okay.
All right.
Dora? - Mm-hmm.
We will be back before you know it.
- Yeah.
- Come on.
Let's go.
More color-- yeah.
We're on it.
Oh, thank God.
It wasn't about the bouquet.
It was just the touching and the hovering and-- Mark, where is she? She's supposed to be my maid of honor.
- I haven't seen her all day.
- I don't know where Mary is.
I tried calling her cell.
It went straight to voice mail.
I don't know why she's not here, but that's Mary.
Come on, she'll be here.
You know that.
She would never miss your first wedding.
Service dock's no good.
We'll be exposed the second we hit the streets.
Then our best option is out through the tunnels.
- Under Lomas? - No.
There's a service tunnel under 4th street, runs a few hundred yards, then hit the annex.
We get in, chopper your guy off the roof.
Could work, chief.
I'll take "could.
" "Could" is as good as we got.
All right, now let's talk worst-case scenario.
We can't get into the annex? Where'd you get pudding? There was pudding.
I got two.
Yeah, all right.
Why don't you just take off? You got your sister's wedding, right? Don't talk about my sister.
And why I don't take off is that I'm working.
There are men who came here to kill you, me, and anyone in between us.
Just sitting here dodging bullets and glass 'cause you screwed up again, despite chance after chance to get things right.
I know.
I guess I, uh You look at me, and all you see is a con man.
I never had a chance.
Mom drank.
Dad split before Goodnight moon.
By the time I hit grammar school, all I knew was to look out for myself.
You think a guy as smart as I am doesn't realize that that's a road to nowhere? You think I'm blind to all that? Doing what I do, I am truly and fully alone.
I know there's nothin' real, no attachments.
I don't deserve 'em.
Ronnie, God You were talkin' to me that whole time? Wow.
You would have made a killer con man.
I get a better pension.
So What are we thinking, Stan? Mary, I'm sorry, okay? I'm doin' the best I can here.
These guys have been one step ahead ous all day.
We've got to move our witness.
The best you could do is stay as far away from Ronnie as possible.
I'm not putting you in harm's way again today.
Harm's way is the gig.
It's, like, written on our badge somewhere, right, in Latin? No, not a discussion, all right? I'll stick with the witness.
You and Marshall bring up the rear.
Are we clear, inspector? Are we clear? Okay.
Come on, stand up.
I want to see my baby girl in her wedding dress.
- It's perfect.
- Yeah? You don't think it's a little too something? No.
It's perfect.
Just look at you.
Do you ever think about where you were and how far you've come from there? In your wildest dreams, could you imagine, with all that partying and those lowlifes you called your friends and all those basements in New Jersey-- and now you and And Peter You've changed - My sweet girl.
- Okay.
Called her cell-- still no answer.
She'll meet us there.
We cannot wait for her any longer here.
- We have to go, now.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Let's go.
- Can I just have a minute? I'll meet you out at the car, okay? - Yeah? - Yes.
Oh, crap.
No signal.
Court security, but no blazer, no badge.
But if he's up here, who's down there? We got to get 'em out of that tunnel.
You're not goin' anywhere.
Marshall, we just sent a whole team down there - with the guy who did this.
- And I'm goin' after them, but you're staying here, understand? Take cover.
We good? Not really, no.
Hey! Careful.
### ### I got two marshals comin' up behind you.
- I'll hang back and wait.
- Good.
Stan! What the hell is happening? Stan! Stan, get down! It's a trap! Take cover.
Marshall? She's fine, I promise.
Damn it, Mary! What? I'm done with Ronnie.
Stash him wherever you have to, Cistulli.
Just make sure that asshole's in my rearview for the rest of time.
See you on the stand.
I've got a wedding to bridesmaid.
I know this day didn't go as planned, and, uh I still have the shattered pieces of a trial to pick up, et cetera, et cetera, but, um Cistulli, speak.
Just, you know Thanks for shooting all those guys.
Easy there, big fella.
Those are custom-made.
- Don't worry about it.
- I can't believe DOJ's relocating this clown again.
I know you can't say, but please tell me he's not going somewhere great like Paris.
He is not going to Paris.
Someplace nicer? So much nicer.
Broseph Come on, these mimosas don't get colder.
Miss me.
All right.
Close it up.
No, no, no, no, no.
Brandi, hey! What are you doing? - Brandi? - I can't.
Brandi, no! Come on.
- I can't.
- What? I've just been trying so hard to be this person who I'm supposed to be or who I prefer to be, but I-- that's not who I am.
What's not? Squish, what? This! This, this Put-together, shiny, better version of me.
There's no such thing as that.
There's no such thing as better.
There's just who you are.
Wha--look, I don't even-- better is who you are right now.
Well, not right now, but better is who you've been, who you've become! Turns out that I'm exactly who everybody thought I was-- - Peter's parents.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, God, everybody's gonna be so mad at me, Mary.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I can't.
I need to go.
I really need to go.
Look at me.
Hey, look at me.
I'm not mad at you.
Okay? I'm gonna be the one person who's not mad at you.
Just go.
It's okay.
I got this, Squish.
It's okay.
Um, I need a car.
I sort of need a car.
- Oh, God, okay.
- Thanks.
In our lives, every one of us draws a circle.
Inside it are your people-- the people you fight for, the ones you protect, no matter what.
As you get older, your circle gets smaller and smaller.
People grow up, or they don't.
They fall by the wayside or just drift off one day at a time.
But those who stay through thick and thin and everything in between-- they're the ones you want in the foxhole when the walls come tumbling down.
So what do we do now, dad? Well, now we take care of the caterer.
Hey, you've been through worse.
Not sober, I haven't.
Just God! I'm tired, you know? You're in your third trimester.
The baby's exerting pressure on your lumbar spine, obstructing the venous return from your legs.
Is it wrong to want to pop this kid out early on the off chance it'll stop your graphic recollections of freshman bio? Perfectly natural.
I should have been here for her.
It was impossible today.
And you are on every other day.
Marshall, it was a wedding day, and I was awol.
Awol maid of honor.
So Earlier, you know Thanks for you know.
The courthouse? Yeah.
By the way, you falling on top of me instead of her, how'd that go over with Nancy Drew? I told her it was just instinct.
You douche.
You said that? She understands.
She gets it.
You're my partner.
Running through that hallway today Bullets flying and the running I don't know, just You really feel the weight of this you know? And I just I don't know.
Marshall! Hey.
Uh, listen, I can-- No, no.
It's fine.
I'm fine Really.
You need a lift? - I'm good.
- Come on.
I'm not gonna leave you literally at the altar.
Well, technically it's a chuppah.
A chuppah.
- Chuppah.
- Don't.
Don't make me laugh--my uterus.
No guttural "c," "h.
" Anyway, I don't-- I don't need a ride.
Mark's around here somewhere.
Ow! Marshall - Something's wrong.
I-- - Okay, just have a seat.
I think-- I think something's wrong.
Ow! Ow! It's not time! I need to get an ambulance.
It's not time.
It's not time.
Mary? What's happening, baby? Talk to me.
Mary, look at me.
Women deliver at 32 weeks every day.
- You know that.
- Mary.
- I'm not ready.
- Okay, Mary.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready.