MARY: Previously on In Plain Sight...
I spend my time
either protecting you from the world,
or the world from you.
RAPHAEL: You are an incredible woman, Mary, you know.
You're a great Marshal,
and I'm sure you're a great mom.
Thanks. What about Norah's father?
MARY: Mark. And he's a great dad.
But, he's not... I mean, we're not...
Who says I'm a rogue male?
Everything about you.
Well, I'm Kenny.
Sorry I can't make this a sleepover.
Only have a sitter till 11:00.
That's cool. I don't really do the sleepover.
I get that you don't like messy.
But maybe messy is what you need.
Oh, my God!
Marshall?
Would you... (LAUGHS) Yes!
MARY: Thanks. For falling on top of me instead of her.
How did that go over?
I told her it was just instinct.
You douche.
She gets it. You're my partner.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) I've got to take this. It's Mary.
Don't apologize. She needs you. I get it.
Assistant A.D. Campbell, what a pleasant surprise.
Almanza's shutting down ABQ WITSEC.
What? You heard me.
JINX: Brandi. She's been drinking. A lot.
Apparently, she went on a bender last week.
I'm leaving in the morning. What?
My baby needs me.
Daddy.
I'm going to put your suitcase right next to mine, Mary.
Thirty years we don't see each other. Now, we're thick as thieves.
You're under arrest. Again.
You're good. Let's go.
No!
Get a god damn ambulance.
It's okay, Daddy.
I'm here with you now, okay?
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
PHOTOGRAPHER: There you go, baby. Oh, yeah.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
I love it.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Fantastic. Yeah.
Oh, I like. Perfect.
Come on, girls. Time to get ready. Lily, let's go.
LILY: Okay. Today.
Okay. You have four go-sees tomorrow.
Two uptown, one mid, and one downtown with John Simkass.
John Simkass is a creep.
John Simkass is a successful creep.
So, put in a little effort. Wear something short, okay?
Okay. Casey, I'm serious.
Yeah, I know. I don't think you...
Oh, my God. Will you just stop it?
Casey... Can I just have five minutes? I need five minutes.
(SOBBING)
GRIGOR: Half a million identities, half a million lives,
on something so small.
ANASTASIA: I haven't yet, but...
Please, can't we do it after the shoot?
Now, Anastasia.
Access codes are pre-programed. Amazing.
Your hacker friends have done very well.
Here's your money. Check it.
What is this?
(SILENCED GUNSHOT) (GROANS)
(GASPS) (CAN CLATTERS)
(GRUNTS) (WHIMPERS)
(GROANS)
(BELL TOLLING)
I'm sure he'll be here any minute.
Mmm-hmm.
Here's a couple of local cemeteries for you to consider for burial.
Thanks. Thank you.
Again, I'm so sorry for your loss.
(SIGHS)
It's so quiet. (CHUCKLES)
That's good. Quiet is good, right?
Doesn't feel good.
Now I have a few days to figure out what to do with him?
I mean, I didn't even know him.
Anyway, let's go.
I need to clear my head before Jinx gets here.
Oh, right. Jinx. Good. She can help you plan the funeral.
A funeral? For my father? He'd rather die.
Hey, stranger.
Hey, Kenny. Hi.
Yeah, I've been thinking about you.
Yeah. Um...
I left you a couple of... Yeah, no, I got your messages.
I'm... I'm really sorry. I meant to...
Oh, no, no, no. No. It's no big deal.
No, I know, I just, um... Some family stuff came up.
Do you want to sit down?
Thought you'd never ask. These heels are killing me.
(LAUGHS)
MARY: I just don't get it. They're adults playing with a bean bag
in the boiling sun.
I kind of love that you're angry about hacky-sack.
Aren't you? Furious.
Right. What is this, 1992? Right?
Mmm, I gotta go.
Oliver's badminton lesson. Can't start them too young.
So true.
See you.
Hey, don't be a stranger.
Don't be a douchebag.
(LAUGHS) Sweet-talker.
MARY: One of the saddest things I ever saw
was a shoebox of photos at a swap meet, 50 cents for the box.
Someone's entire life in tattered yellow pictures
that you just know were moved from attic to basement to attic again,
only to wind up on a crappy card table in Gallup.
I don't get it, this compulsion we have to hold on to things.
Ticket stubs, betting slips...
It's weird, isn't it? Going through his stuff,
it's like a sad little treasure hunt.
You're keeping his racing form?
Yeah. At the track with him, that's my earliest memory.
Picking busted tickets off the floor at Monmouth Park.
Your father lived for the track. He lived at the track.
Might as well have been his home.
(DOOR OPENS) BRANDI: Mary?
MARY: Brandi? Hey.
Hi.
MARY: Mom, why are you not surprised?
(SIGHS) Really?
Unbelievable. Two knocked up unwed mothers,
multiple rehabs, Daddy issues all over the place...
This family is so Jerry Springer.
Please, at least tell me you know who the father is.
I cannot tell you that.
And you went AWOL from rehab?
I didn't go AWOL. She did not go AWOL.
BRANDI: I did my days, and Jill said
that she thought it was okay for me to come.
Oh. Jill did.
She's my sponsor, Mary.
And also, Mom needs my help with the party.
Brandi. MARY: What party?
What party?
It's just a small gathering. Tiny.
Gathering for what? Why do we have to gather? Ugh.
For perspective, Mary. For closure.
For your father and Scott, yes.
We'll just invite a few friends.
Dad didn't have friends here. Dad didn't have friends.
Well, I do. Since I got sober, I've made a lot of them.
Come on, Mary. Come on. Mom...
It will be half-soiree, half-wake.
We're not having a wake. That's ridiculous.
And we're not having it here. That's a promise.
Come here, Bug. Come on. I know, but it's time. We're going to bed.
Mary, listen.
We're all going to deal with this in our own way.
Instead of diving into a bottle,
I'm going to surround myself with friends.
But don't kid yourself, kiddo.
We're all addicted to something, including you.
You are addicted to this identity.
This little girl abandoned by her father.
But until you let that go, you will never let anyone in.
Not really.
MARY: 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.
ABIGAIL: So, it was just the two of you at the funeral home.
Wow. Intimate.
It's her father, Ab. She's my partner.
Marshall, I need you to remove the phrase
"She's my partner" from your arsenal.
I know she's your partner. My arsenal?
I don't want to be that girl. Okay?
Don't make me that girl. That insecure...
Yes, she's your partner.
And she is your friend. Your best friend. But...
Ab, you've got to understand...
I... When do we come first?
I mean, Marshall, skipping an appointment to meet with our minister?
I wasn't skipping it. Canceling.
Last minute. Because Mary needs you again.
Look, Mary and I are...
I get it.
You know what? I don't get it.
I don't. I don't even think you do.
Not really. And until you do.
Until... Until you figure this out,
I think we need to put any appointments with ministers,
any anything with ministers on hold.
Abigail... Marshall, I love you.
This isn't jealousy.
This is important to me. It's important for you.
Just talk to her.
I have to go to work. So do you.
Don't forget to fill his water bowl.
Mary, what are you...
Your father died. You don't have to be here.
(LAUGHING) Yeah, know me less.
So, as if my life's not enough of a walking pain in the ass
I've been chasing my father up, down, and into the ground.
Not literally.
Not literally, no. Not yet.
'Cause apparently, when someone's life ends,
the list of crap you have to deal with has only just begun.
I've got three days to decide what to do with him.
I mean, do I bury him here or New Jersey?
Do I him get one of those, you know?
And what do I write on it?
Oh, and guess who's back and guess who's knocked up.
If you guessed Brandi, you'd be right. Both times.
Wow. Seriously?
Yep, seriously.
And as if all that's not, like I said...
Enough?
As if all that's not enough,
I am saddled with the worst witness imaginable.
The model? The model.
Why no stir-y thingies? Ugh!
Models are vapid and entitled
and always forgiven for being two hours late.
So, look, you and I, we need to have a little talk.
"Look at me. I'm a model.
"I'm so skinny, I can barely stand.
"Look, I wear my ribs on the outside."
Honestly, the only sliver of silver lining I can see
between the dopey little doe-eyes and the anorexic limbs
is that I'm pretty sure, on most days, I get to eat her lunch.
Mary, we really need to have a talk...
Right. We better get in there.
Help her sign her M.O.U.
In crayon, I assume. Marshall, let's go. Chop, chop.
I'm not going to lie to you, Casey.
The first few weeks can be tough.
And lonely.
But just keep bearing in mind the good you're doing.
That can really help.
I don't know how much good I did.
PERILLO: We're talking about identity theft on a global scale.
That drive you recovered contains the personal information
for over 500,000 people.
Pensions. Savings accounts.
Petrov wasn't about to donate that money to UNICEF.
What A.U.S.A. Perillo is trying to say, Casey, is you saved lives.
The Russian mafia is as brutal as they come.
But you're safe now.
I'm not worried about my safety.
If it were up to me, they'd hang Petrov
and every last one of them in front of The Hague.
Yes, she's heard of The Hague.
We're not all vacuous bimbos.
So, what are you worried about?
I was discovered at 14 in front of a Dairy Queen in Dubuque.
A year later, I was paying off the mortgage,
funding my mom's futile chemo treatments.
Fending off my step-dad with a whip and a chair.
Wow.
That's a lot for anyone, never mind a 14-year-old.
All I've done since is whatever people tell me to.
Stand here, wear that, pout now.
This new identity...
I never even had an old one.
Outside of looking pretty and doing what I'm told,
I'm totally untrained. I'm useless.
STAN: You're not useless.
And we're not just about keeping you safe. We're going to help you.
Okay? Get you set up.
We'll find you a job, an apartment.
You could maybe enroll in college.
MARY: Yeah. Change your major five times like the rest of us.
Figure out what you want to be when you grow up.
How do I do that?
I have no idea. She has no idea.
Welcome to WITSEC.
No, I totally understand.
Yeah. Thanks, Lauren. You, too. Bye.
Unreal. Guy's got two families. Two that we know of,
and who draws the short straw on putting him in the ground?
Yeah. Listen, we need to schedule a time to talk.
All right, look, last time you scheduled a time with me
is 'cause you got secretly engaged. What now?
Whoa, wait. (GASPS)
Are you guys pre-wedding pregnant?
Please. Tell me you're pre-wedding pregnant.
Seriously, my family could really use the cover.
Hey... My office.
Carve out some time.
Mary, I only need Marshall. Thanks.
Marshall has seniority. He'll be the first to transfer.
What are you talking about, "First to transfer"? Transfer where?
Denver. They're shutting down Albuquerque WITSEC, Mary.
We're done.
All right. Let's get you a job.
I know the owner of this restaurant. It's good people.
Come on.
I've got to say. I'm kind of glad
this "no sleepover" thing isn't a strict policy.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Well, Norah had an overnight with Mark's mom,
and I didn't want one with mine.
Plus, I'm going to be with her all day
for this dumb-ass fake wake.
Fake wake. What, did somebody fake die?
(LAUGHS) No. Someone actually did. My father.
Whoa. That's what came up?
Hmm? Well, you said you didn't return my calls
because some family stuff came up.
The family stuff that came up is that your father died?
Yep. And so, I've got family in town.
That's fun.
Also, I might be out of a job in about 10 seconds.
Hasn't been the best week.
Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
All right. I'm going to let you get away with that...
with that "I'm fine" for now.
You're going to let me? Yeah.
For now? For now.
Huh.
Also going to volunteer my services
as your date to the fake wake.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah. No.
Come on. It will be fun.
I've never been to a fake wake.
Well, it's... You're really sweet to offer, but...
I mean, you coming to this whatever it is...
It's too much. Way too soon.
It's skipping steps.
Skipping steps. Okay.
Okay. Anyway, I've got to...
Yeah, go. Go. Okay.
Hey. Mmm.
I'm really sorry about your dad.
See you.
Thanks.
So, you going to be okay with this?
Yeah. I'm not above waiting tables.
It lacks the glamour of runway work, but at least it's real.
Plus, I'm only in it for the long hours and crappy pay, so...
(LAUGHS)
It's just, going from my old life in the city to this,
it's all a little whiplash-y, you know?
I know. But that's normal.
It's just hard. I don't know anybody here.
It's been eight years and I still miss my mom.
Is hugging against the rules?
Hugging. Uh, well, it is, actually. Kind of.
Whoa. Whoa.
Oh. Okay. Okay.
(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Mmm.
How you holding up?
Good. I'm just here for the free food, so...
Well, whatever you thought of him, losing a parent, that's big.
You know what's big? Being a parent and sticking around.
Which a lot of guys don't, and you did. So, thanks.
Well, I'm not going anywhere.
I'm serious. I'm moving in. That's cool, right?
And Jinx is back.
I've got kind of a mother-daughter thing.
Stupid.
Smart Water. Just checking.
Mmm-hmm. Hey.
You know, when I was thinking about adoption,
I was working with this really good agency.
Hmm.
I thought I should get you that number. Okay?
Oh, um... Okay.
Good.
Hey.
Where's Gidget?
Abigail's coming later. Or not.
I'm... I'm not sure. How's this?
The fake wake?
The fake wake's ridiculous. My father didn't have friends.
This is basically a reunion of Jinx's A.A. pals.
I've heard six different sobriety stories.
I bumped into a guy earlier.
He tried to make amends on the spot. (LAUGHS)
Swear to God, these are the least anonymous alcoholics I've ever met.
How's the food? Strong. Food's strong.
Why do you think I'm not locked in my room? (GLASS CLINKING)
Excuse me, everyone.
Everyone?
Here we go. (SIGHS) Easy.
I just wanted to thank all of you for coming.
What did you mean before, not sure about Abigail?
She just might not come.
She's kind of something.
Mad, I guess.
Abigail's got a mad switch?
Thought she was always set to "perky."
And it seemed appropriate to honor those who are no longer with us.
And in that spirit, I've prepared a short song.
Dear God. Just breathe.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
(ALL MURMURING)
I swear to God.
Mark installed those stupid solar panels. Now, I have a blackout.
Seriously, where the hell is the flashlight?
I'm actually glad the lights went out.
You're glad. She was going to sing.
I meant because we need to talk.
Enough with the "need to talk" crap. Okay?
Our office is being folded into Denver. I know. Delia told me.
This isn't about our office, Mary.
I guess I should tell you now,
no clue where the fuse box is.
What I said before, about Abigail being mad...
Oh, my God.
What? What? Here.
MARSHALL: What am I looking at?
(SIGHS) My childhood. Flashing before my eyes.
Jesus.
What would you say? A hundred grand?
According to this payout receipt, a hundred and sixty-two.
There's a note.
(MARY READING)
Great.
Now, I've got to turn this over to Treasury. Add that to the list.
Hold on. A payout receipt,
a photo of him at the track with the racing form...
Your father's obviously gone to some effort
to prove this money's legitimate.
What's your point?
Maybe the reason he came back was,
yes, to reconcile with you, but also to leave you this as a final gesture.
Please. The guy abandoned our family for 30-plus years.
He thinks he can make up for it with a little retroactive charity?
No, thanks. You know, technically, the money belongs to Norah.
Technically, the money doesn't belong to anyone.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey.
You better get out here. Mom is threatening to sing again.
(SIGHS)
McQueen.
Casey?
Okay. Calm down.
Bothering you how?
All right. One sec.
Grab your coat. Altercation at Scalo's.
It's her first day. She's off to a flying start.
Hey. Call A.P.D. Give Chaffee a head's up.
Okay.
Casey, just sit tight. I'm going to stay with you.
Mary's on her way.
Hey. Thanks for getting here so quickly.
Inspector. She's inside. I've got a guy on the door.
Thanks, Abigail.
Hey. GUARD: Hey.
I got this, thanks. Okay.
Casey? You can come on out. It's me. It's Mary.
Come on. It's safe.
What the hell? Oh, my God. Come here.
God damn it. Let's get you out of here.
Are you okay? Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Fair warning, dick-head.
Next time you see me, you get your ass kicked by a girl.
Who the hell are you? You can't threaten me like that.
Oh, jeez. You know what?
I think I left my "give-a-crap" in my other jacket.
That's a tough break.
(GROANS)
No. I don't even know him.
We just went out back for a smoke, and he hit on me.
I said no, and you can fill in the blanks after that.
Okay, Inspector. I'm assuming you and your friend
would rather take care of this in my office later?
Yeah. Thanks, Abigail. I'll call you.
Good, then. Keep the ice on, Casey.
Let's go.
What are you doing hanging in an alley
with some drunk asshole you don't know?
It isn't my fault. We're not allowed to smoke in front.
No, it isn't your fault you got attacked. Of course not.
Look, this is about you putting yourself in that position.
Getting away from "fat-drunk-and-stupid" over there was a fluke.
You're lucky you got back inside.
All right, it was stupid.
Yeah, but you're not.
Casey, wake up. Idiot guys in alleyways are always going to hit on you.
All right. I'll be more careful. I hope so.
Because the guys you're testifying against
are not exactly known for forgive-and-forget.
You don't have to worry about the case. I'll do what I'm told.
That's what I'm good at.
What?
Hey. I don't care about the case. I care about you.
I care about keeping you safe.
I'm fine, all right? Can we just go?
I'm fine.
By-the-book way, or...
That one? Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
How is she?
She's on her couch with a bag of peas on her face.
You know, she's actually a good kid. Smart. Tough.
She kept saying she's fine, but she's clearly more at sea than we thought.
I mean, I was doing my Bad Cop thing.
You have a Good Cop thing?
No, I don't. Anyway, I don't know.
I just don't know if I got through to her.
Maybe put in a call to Dr. Finkel.
It's done. They're talking tomorrow.
Mmm. Good work.
Hey.
I had my guy at Treasury run a random sample of the serial numbers.
Marshall... None of the bills in that case
was ever reported stolen.
Outside of whatever your father put down on the horse,
I think the money in the suitcase is clean.
And he wanted it that way.
"He wanted it that way"?
Look, you can be a Hardy Boy or Dr. Freud, pal,
but you've got to pick.
Oh. Speaking of Hardy Boys,
what's up with Nancy Drew and that massive bug up her ass?
She was ice-cold at the scene, calling me Inspector.
What's that about? It's about that talk that we need to have.
Can we just go out to the balcony?
(CHUCKLES) The balcony.
Are you going to throw yourself off or recite Shakespeare?
Because only one of those is going to get me out there.
Mary. Please. Just...
We have to talk. (SIGHS)
What's up?
Okay. Uh...
Ever since... Not long after we met,
I knew we'd have to have this... this conversation.
Never imagined it on the balcony.
Jesus, Marshall.
This is hard. Okay?
We do a lot of talking without talking, so...
Are you dying or what?
Spit it out already.
You're my partner.
You're my best friend, and...
I love you.
Oh.
(STAMMERING) I don't mean... You know what I mean.
I love this.
What we have, this... It's indefinable.
And up until now, nothing's ever come along to jeopardize that.
Marshall, you're my best friend.
You're my only friend. I mean, forget friend. You're...
You know.
I know.
I love that.
But that's the problem.
Oh.
Because you're getting married.
Yeah. I'm getting married.
I love Abigail. Deeply.
And because I do...
That's why I need you to... to do something for me.
Anything.
I need you to... to release me.
I need to be free enough to have a life with Abigail,
and I need you to be okay enough for that to happen.
Because...
Because if you call, I'll come.
Every time.
Well... (SIGHS)
I don't know a lot these days.
All I know is, more than anything in the whole world
I want you to be happy.
So, I'm going to say this once and only once...
(SIGHS) I want you to marry Abigail. She makes you happy.
I like her.
And I like you together.
I know.
(SIGHS) I hide it well.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah.
Okay.
So... Okay.
Shall we get on with the rest of our lives?
You first.
I just got off with Perillo.
For the love of God, re-phrase.
Perillo just called. He's pissed.
Perillo was born pissed.
Guy gets in fights with women in line at Babies "R" Us.
Let me guess. Casey.
Two hours late for trial prep.
She's not late, she's on model time.
Two hours late is half an hour early.
Mary, I've been trying to get her all morning.
No answer.
Huh.
I'm on it.
Casey?
Casey, it's Mary. Open up.
(BEEPS)
Casey! Casey!
Yeah. I need an ambulance to 50 Lewis Street, possible overdose.