[Inside the LeBlanc home]
PamelaMarilyn is having an affair, and you waited until now to tell me?
Well, excuse me, but I worked until midnight last night.
Pamela
Well, my phone works twenty-four hours a day! And so does my front door!
[...]
So do you have any advice for me?
My first deployment, I didn't know what to expect. There was a Major in my unit. A married guy, been on a lot of tours. He told me not to contact my family. Said the less I talked to them, the less I'd miss them and it would make it easier for me to get through. I called home only called four, five times in six months. My son was two weeks old when I learned he was born. The Major was right. It did make it easier. For me.
[looks at Roxy, who is in the kitchen with Pamela] Four five times in six months? [shakes head] I don't think I could do that Roxy.
[Camera cuts back to kitchen]
Pamela
We can't tell anyone.
Wait, why not? [lowers her voice] I was gonna tell Trevor. I mean, he knows her husband.
Pamela
Nah, you can't do that. Maybe in civilian life you could, if someone's cheating. But not here. We have to protect each other. Even if it's Marilyn. You still have to protect another soldier's wife. It's our code.
[Camera cuts back to Chase and Trevor]
You asked for my advice, right?
Well, here it is. [pauses] You call her every minute you can. I hurt Pamela a lot. Don't hurt your girl.
Denise looks so happy. Like hogs in the sun.
Pamela
[looks at Roxy, chuckles] You just make 'em up as you do, don't you, these expressions.
It's hotter than the hinges on the gates of Hell. Seriously though, I half wish I could've gone to the pool with Trevor and the boys.
Pamela
So, why didn't you?
He wanted to get some quality time with them before he goes.
Pamela
Well, he just wants to make sure that they remember him when he's gone.
Pamela
Chase was deployed the first year of Lucas' life. He left before he was born and came back after he was walking. Had no clue who daddy was.
Must've broken his heart.
Pamela
Yeah. And mine. It's a real fear for soldiers, being forgotten by their children.
Well, then why are they so gung-ho to leave in the first place?
Pamela
It's the military, sweetheart. Army, unit, family. In that order.
So last night Trevor was on top of me when Finn walked in.
Pamela
Oh my god, what did you do?
Pamela
[laughs] And what did he say?
He said, it was summer! [both laugh] Can you beat that?!
Pamela
I wish I could but you're talking about sex, right? I have vague memories of moaning and toes curling––
Pamela
[smiles] I didn't say mine.
Pamela
[to Roxy] See, this is exactly what I mean. Scott sends me flowers. The last time Chase sent me flowers was when Lucas was born. That was five years ago. And you wonder why Scott got to me.
[Later]
[Roxy walks up to her front yard where Trevor is assembling a new bookshelf]
[smiles] Mister, you better be sending me flowers after we've been married for nine years.
[looks at her in surprise] Hey, do I wanna know what this is about?
Now, I'm putting this to all of you. For the first time, Trevor and I did not have sex last night. What do y'all have to say about that?
Pamela
I'm jealous.
[The ladies turn to Roland, who is awkwardly looking at the table]
[looks up] I'm not here! Please leave a message.
Pamela
Hey, you guys, Claudia Joy is doing okay, huh? You've gotta admire how she's been handling things, especially with Mrs. Lenore Baker trying to take her down like that.
Do you really think she would use what happened against Claudia Joy like that?
Pamela
That's how it works around here sometimes.
We stick together. We support Claudia Joy, no matter what.
We deep fry Lenore Baker and serve her up with a side of hushpuppies!
[opening her front door] Weren't you just here awhile ago?
Pamela
I know. But this time I brought a medical professional.
[sliding a bottle of wine out of a paper bag as she walks through the door] This won't cure anything, but it just might make the waiting easier.
Pamela
Well, it couldn't hurt to try.
[laughs as she walks toward the kitchen] Look at the two of you. It feels like I'm on the wrong end of an intervention.
[sees Katie wearing her armor costume] Wow! You know what this is?
But I don't have breasts yet.
[Chase is speechless and looks at Pamela for "help".]
Pamela
[laughs] You're on your own!
[...]
You'll read my lines, Daddy? Please! You can take all the other parts.
[embarrassed] No, no...your daddy is not much of an actor, sweetie.
You're a real soldier. You know how to say all the words right.
[Chase has just told Pamela that one of his team members is having a family cookout this afternoon.]
Uh, I sort of promised that you'd make potato salad.
Pamela
But what you really meant was 'I'll BUY potato salad.'
Absolutely! You think I want to wipe out my entire squad!
You would not believe this. These are Joan's nanny requirements.
[reading off paper] Great parental instincts, infant CPR certificate, clean driving record, stable family background, advanced college degree or experience as a pediatric nurse.
She calls me every hour with another addition.
Pamela
So Mary Poppins need not apply?
[...]
How's the mom thing going?
It's like she and Joan have this secret club. They look at me, then they look at each other and then they laugh.
[Roxy and Claudia Joy exchange glances and they, Pamela and Denise start laughing]
[awkwardly] Right, it's kinda like that.
[At the Holdens' residence]
No idea. Some place special, Frank said. He wants to continue our conversation from last night.
What happened last night?
I told him he was "old-fashioned".
Yeah. I meant it as a compliment.
[cringes] Errr, no man likes to be called "old"-anything.
Pamela
Men are such babies. He'll get over it. Just ask him to open a jar or something.
[...]
[Frank drives up in his new Harley. The ladies stare at him in bewilderment.]
[takes off his helmet] Afternoon, ladies.
Hey, baby. Wanna go for a ride?
[Pamela, Claudia Joy and Roxy all look at Denise]
You bet! [walks to Frank and gets on his bike]
[Pamela, Claudia Joy and Roxy look on in amazement and are speechless]
I will be so glad when Trevor gets back from sergeant school.
Pamela
Speaking of school, what's up with our little genius?
I'm in the application process to three private schools. It's a friggin' nightmare. "Tell us about your child". How am I supposed to answer that? Erm, he eats dog biscuits, sleeps in a Batman costume and has a higher IQ than both of his parents combined.
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