[voice over] 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.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
As I was saying, imagery and metaphor have been used to sell products forever.
Please, Jesus, take me now.
Take the Ford Mustang, for instance. It's named for a powerful and agile animal, qualities we also seek in an automobile. It's called transference.
Okay, what about my Probe? Exactly what image is that supposed to transfer? Because all I'm getting is a paper dress, metal stirrups, and legs akimbo. Exactly what was the thought process behind that marketing coup? Say, Bob, what's a metaphor for an invasive, somewhat humiliating procedure, because we really need something to compete with the Chevy Speculum.
The care and feeding of career criminals like Frankie Nuts is a dicey proposition at best. On any given day, I get to play mother, father, best friend, priest, rabbi, marriage counselor, and yes unfortunately occasionally homicide detective which is why I find myself driving my misogynist metaphor across the desert with a busted air conditioner to hunt down the murderer of the son of my murderer witness. No backup. No plan to speak of. No alternative. Also, Frankie Jr. got killed on my watch. That just pisses me off.
Are you going to be like this all day?
Like what?
[Makes cat fighting noise]
Guess it depends on how long it's going to be my birthday.
All day.
There you go.
Before you hear it from someone else, I smacked an indian's johnson with a bar of soap today.
Haven't we done enough to those people?
[Voiceover] The Federal Witness Protection Program is the most secretive organization in all of law enforcement. We do not talk about what we do. Not to friends, not to family, not even to other U.S. Marshals. Which is why my mother, my sister, and even my boyfriend, who by the way isn't really my boyfriend, all think I'm a glorified messenger with a gun. And why Marshall and I work on the roof of the Sunshine Building, while the rest of the U.S. Marshals reside in the Pete Domenici Federal Courthouse, with their mahogany desks, crystal chandeliers and butlers.
I just want to wash the stench of this day off and go to bed.
I know, but there are about sixty people in there hiding behind furniture, just waiting for you to open the door so they can jump up and say surprise.
Yuck.
Come on, it's your birthday. This isn't about you. Now get ready to act surprised.
All right, all right.
That's my girl.
[Voiceover] We all live in hiding. In one way or another, each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it, others because they don't like being seen. And then there are the special cases, the ones who hide because... because... because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.
Stan, I suck with kids.
So? You suck with grownups, too.
[Mary hits him on the arm]
[Marshall returns hit to Mary's arm]
Ow! I can't believe you'd hit a girl!
You're no girl.
How many times a week do people tell you you suck?
AMArlo Meyers
Are you going to let her speak to me like this?
It seems like a valid question.
(Marshall is wearing the same pajama pants as a 10 year old witness)
Yeah.
We're locked down. Outer perimeter's secure. I’ll be in the other bedroom if you need me.
Thanks.
Good night.
LLeo
(snickers)
Nice jammies.
LLeo
Uh-huh. That guy's supposed to protect me?
Yeah, but don't let the PJs fool you. That's one bad-ass law man.
[After walking in the front door of McRoy's home] Chrome and glass. Kind of cliche for a drug dealer, no?
I might have a problem.
You think this is new information?
I don't think I can turn him over.
Okay, but you're going to have to feed him and take him for walks.
I'm serious, Marshall. They'll kill him.
I know. Just tell me what you need.
Okay. Thanks.
[Flippantly] Uh-huh.
Listen to me. Forget about everything else and just tell the truth. It's all going to work out the way it's supposed to, okay?
LBLeo Billups
Yeah, and what if the way it's supposed to work out sucks?
Listen to me. Everything's going to be okay. Do you trust me?
LBLeo Billups
Like I have a choice. [Walks into the judge's chambers]
Finally I meet a guy that gets me and he's ten.
"Happily ever after", the big lie. Those three insidious words, repeated again and again, promising myself and a gazillion other little girls that some day, sure as the sunset, a man prettier than ourselves would sweep us away. To live our lives forever and a day. Blah blah, blah. Never once mentioning the years of quiet desperation that surely followed. Which is why I pray with all my soul that whoever invented the lethal mantra "happily ever after" died penniless, face down in the gutter, with cats gnawing on his ears.
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