Come here.
Son of a-- I-- Get back.
No, no. No, don't-- Don't--
All right. All right. No. Wait. Don't--
I-- I got--
I got you.
Ha. I got you.
Talk to me, Goose.
Goose?
- Yeah, I'm Maverick. Get it? - No.
"Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby?"
It kind of takes the fun out of things if I have to explain it.
- Oh, I can see how that could happen. - Right.
Did you find Grant's flask?
Sort of. There's just, uh, one thing.
One? Try hundreds. Hundreds and hundreds of things.
We're looking for a flask at a Civil War re-enactment.
A place where all flasks go to die.
A world where everyone has a flask.
Hey, that sounds like cannon fire.
There's that college education rearing its head.
What do you want and why did you call?
Oh, right. Urgent.
You know where Artie keeps the tiny little marshmallows?
Because he won't tell me.
Heh. Like he needs marshmallows. Right? Heh-heh.
- Hey, Pete? - Yeah?
Yeah, you know, that Artie...
...he's looking pretty good these days don't you think?
It's all the exercise I get chasing artefacts without any help.
- Sorry. Sorry. - Oh, man.
Artie, that cold sounds like it's getting worse. You should be resting.
That's a very good idea. Resting.
If only I were paying somebody to help me with this.
- Right? Well, Claudia will be back soon. - Yeah, yeah.
Who made this thing?
- Talk to me, Goose. - Huh?
What, did no one see Top Gun?
Pete, there's someone here to meet you.
Oh, yeah. Sorry, Leena.
I'm kind of busy right now.
She says she's your ex-wife, Pete.
Pete?
- Hey, Myka. Twenty-seven hours...
...to Dubai and back.
And I know. I know that I should've gone to the Warehouse first.
- Myka-- - It was closer. The B&B and my bed.
How did this even get to Dubai, anyway?
I mean, it's not like Dubai...
...looks like Dakota on the packing slip. Okay?
And-- Is that me? Oh, my God. I smell. I smell, don't I? Okay.
So shower. Shower and a nap and then Warehouse.
I have somebody I'd like you to meet.
Myka, this is Amanda.
Amanda Lattimer. Nice to meet you.
Hi. Oh, it's so nice to meet you.
I'm Myka Bering.
Amanda Lattimer.
Well, you're not, heh, Pete's mom.
And you're not his sister, because his sister--
- Are you his cousin? - No.
No, I'm not his cousin. And I'll be changing the name. I'm his--
Amanda.
Amanda. And-- And-- And Myka.
You're back. And you guys-- You guys have met.
Oh, that's great.
Well, Amanda "new-last-name"...
...was just telling me that she's your "not cousin."
She's not. Heh-heh. That's right.
Um, Amanda, Myka's probably really tired and....
- No, I'm fine. - Need to shower.
- So.... Ahem. - What?
Let's, uh, step over this way, shall we?
- But I-- I would-- - Here we go. Look at this room.
I would just like to properly welcome her--
That's rude.
Okay, spill.
What are you doing in the middle of South Dakota, Marine?
Oh, uh, I got reassigned.
- Reassigned? Here? From D.C.? - Mm-hm.
Mm-hm. That's a punishment. What did you do?
- No. No, no, no. - Oh, please.
No, I-- No. I didn't do anything.
- Mm-hm. - Well, no, wait. That's-- Let me--
I did something. But it was a good thing.
That's why I'm here.
I'm sure it wasn't intentional.
- No, it was. It's a promotion. - A promotion to Uni-ville.
Univille. What are you doing in Univille anyway?
Oh. Oh-ho.
I found something that belongs to you.
Shut it.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Legend Makers first edition?
Okay. How do you do that?
And just like that, you're a 12-year-old boy.
Oh. I never thought that I would see this again.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you. - Okay.
Oh, man.
Anyway. So I should, um.... I should go.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Hey, Amanda? - Yeah?
Are you gonna tell me why you're really here?
It's disconcerting how well we know each other, isn't it?
Um....
I'm getting remarried.
Wow. Heh-heh. Remarried?
That's awesome. That's amaz-- That's terrific.
- Thanks. - Congratulations.
So when is the wedding?
- Tomorrow actually. - It's tomorrow!
That's-- Oh, that's tomorrow.
I would have told you sooner, but I have to get clearance to talk to you now.
You have no idea the governmental hoops I had to jump through to get here.
You know what? I don't know if I can...
...get away on such short notice.
Sorry. Pete, I, um....
I didn't come here to invite you. I came to get my grandfather's ring.
Oh. The ring. The ring. That's right. You know what?
- I still have that, don't I? - Sorry.
- No, no, no. - Sorry.
Please. Let me, uh-- It's, um-- It's upstairs. I'll go get it. Okay?
- Bless you. - Oh.
Oh, hi. Sorry. I was just looking for....
Pete's wife. I mean, you're.... Ex-wife.
Pete's ex-wife. That we actually didn't know he had.
Just Amanda would be fine. Heh.
- And you are? - Oh, sorry.
I'm, uh-- I'm sorry. Arthur. Artie. You don't want to....
I was actually just looking for, um, Myka.
Or Leena would do.
How about me? Would I do?
Oh, hi. Ha-ha-ha. Hey.
He's-- I wasn't--
- I was looking for-- - Me.
He was looking for me because I'm back.
Right. Exactly. She's back. I wanted to welcome her back.
- Well, now you've seen her. - Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.
- You've seen her. - Yeah.
She's seen you. Everybody's seen everybody.
So now everybody is gonna go. Here we go.
Out the door. Bye-bye.
So long. Attaboy.
- Nothing to see. - All right, all right.
Married? You were married?
I don't believe you. Can't I have any privacy around here?
- And you. - Me?
- Sneaking around. - I'm not sneaking.
- There was no sneaking. Sneaking. - Married?
- How were you--? - Okay, okay, show's over.
Pete is absolutely right, Myka. I am ashamed of you.
Nosing around like that.
This man needs his privacy.
- Ha-ha. Pfft. - Married?
Bless you. How could you not--?
- Go. - What?
Upstairs. Now. Go. Go. Go, go.
- Sorry about that. They're, uh.... - Curious.
I was gonna say "butt pains." But, okay.
Oh.
Uh....
So this is it, huh?
Our, uh.... Our reason for seeing each other.
Well, I guess this is it.
Uh, look, Amanda...
...you pretty much missed out on the whole...
... "amends" part of my life.
I mean, not that you were exactly around either.
So I guess I.... I guess I never thought that I was gonna have to do this.
Now that I hear it out loud, it's....
It sounds like such a cop-out.
The thing is, um, the reason that I never have...
...is because you're the hardest one to make amends to.
I really screwed us up.
Amanda, I'm sorry.
Thanks.
And, listen, Pete, it's water under the bridge.
And I think everything worked out for the best.
I guess so.
Now, what about this guy?
What's--? It's not--?
- It's not anyone I know, is it? - Of course not.
- Oh, God. Thank God. - Heh.
- But he's the one, though, huh? - Yeah. He really is.
I mean, not that you weren't. It's different this time.
You know, Michael is sweet and charming.
You had me at "yes." Shh.
So, let's, eek, shut her down.
Oh, I'm just excited about the wedding.
- I know. - The whole fairy-tale, castle....
It's a rented castle in the Poconos, but still.
Um, I've been one of a few good men for a long time...
...so I'm ready to...
...just be a princess for a day.
Well, you deserve it.
The prince and the fairy tale.
All of it.
- Thanks, Pete. - Yeah.
Be happy, Amanda.
I will be.
Well, why was she here? Alimony?
What? Are you two striking up the band again, or...?
What? No. She's getting remarried.
- What? - What? Why didn't she just call?
- Doesn't make sense at all. - Stop.
That's why I didn't tell you. I don't want to talk about it.
Okay.
Pete, you're right.
I'm sorry. Your private life is none of our business.
We shouldn't have intruded.
You know....
It wasn't just one thing.
I mean, mostly, it was because we were just too young.
At least, I was too young.
Amanda was.... She was very driven.
She always knew exactly what she wanted.
It's what the Marines call a "hard charger."
Oh, man.
She was, ha, amazing.
I mean, of course she's a major now.
And I was not amazing.
Uh, I didn't know what I wanted and I definitely wasn't ready...
...for a lifetime commitment.
I mean, not then.
Now, I just wonder.
If it could have worked?
Yeah. No. Maybe. No.
- Ah, I don't know. - Uh, people?
- We have a problem. - One beehive, one bee.
We are missing the bee.
I don't know what the bee does, but if it was in Warehouse 2...
...we can bet it was probably something bizarre and deadly.
We'd better find it now.
Okay, look. I came in here and I put the beehive right here.
Right. Right. I remember, because--
You gasped. You rarely gasp.
Why did you gasp?
- Leena? - Amanda.
Amanda's bag was right there.
Pollen.
If Amanda somehow triggered the latch...
...then the bee...
...could have fallen right into....
No!
No, no, no!
An artefact did not fall into my ex-wife's bag...
...on her way to her perfect fairy-tale wedding.
No, that did not happen.
Artie's Law of Artefacts states:
"The worst thing that can happen with an artefact...
...will happen with an artefact."
It's in Amanda's bag.
- Now you can panic. - Unh!
Amanda.
- Hey. - There's my future husband.
- Welcome back. - Hi.
- I missed you. - I missed you too.
- Oh, look, I got the ring. - Great.
Ow!
- You all right? - Yeah, just--
Oh, there's the bride, at last.
I need to talk to you about the caterer.
- I think he's a complete idiot. - Okay.
I guess I'll see you at the altar.
Oof.
Fire!
And after the whole hoopla with the inter-dimensional space...
...I realised what I really wanted was to be a Warehouse agent.
So, what about you? What's your story?
Oh, you know my story.
A.T.F., Jimi Hendrix's guitar and the first time I saw Artie's eyebrows.
No, I mean, like, before all that.
Well, before all that is the past.
- Which is where I'd like to keep it. - Ah. Well, word of warning?
At the Warehouse, the past doesn't always stay in the past.
Literally. Did I mention we have a time machine?
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Look, it isn't here.
Ugh. Are you sure?
Silver flasks, gold flasks, wooden flasks, flasks with flaps, flasks with knobs.
I get it. A lot of flasks.
We've been through this trunk twice and none of them match the description.
Why don't we shut this shindig down...
...flash badges and body-search till we find it?
Because that's not what we do.
I mean, Warehouse agents, we use stealth. We're stealthy.
Imagine how these nut-jobs will react...
...when they find out somebody has Ulysses S. Grant's flask?
Guys carrying real bayonets.
Exactly. If one of them drinks from it and starts believing he's fighting that war...
...while carrying a bayonet.... Artie said at the last re-enactment--
The guy with the flask went postal and stabbed two soldiers. I know.
But we still use stealth. Really fast stealth.
So then what's the plan, O Stealthy One?
Listen. I don't exactly have a....
Oh.
Why do I feel like Laverne?
Oh, no. You're not Laverne. I'm Laverne. You're Shirley.
I am not Shirley.
I've been doing a little digging to find out--
To find out what this beehive artefact actually does.
I'm a little rusty on my hieroglyphics, so no age jokes, please.
- So it may take me a little time. - Okay, Artie.
Just let us know.
Wow.
This is a lot nicer than the "Love Me Tender" chapel in Vegas.
- Tell me you didn't.... - Yeah, yeah.
That is the dress. Oh, my gosh.
You were supposed to bring something blue.
- Wait, wait, wait. - No. I was supposed to bring the garter.
- I was the garter. - You're confused.
Oh, Amanda, you look so beautiful.
This thing is getting worse. Look at that.
- Oh, God, on your wedding day. - What did you do?
- Amanda, what's wrong with you? - That's awful.
Amanda? You poor thing.
I'll get you a Band-Aid.
Triple antibiotic. You need triple antibiotic.
- Okay. - Ten-hut!
- Marines! - Major.
Heh. Amanda.
- You look great, major. - Oh.
- So glad you made it. - Sir, you look fantastic.
Oh, thanks, Scott. Heh-heh.
It's "ma'am."
- So glad you guys are here. - You should sit down and rest, major.
- Put your feet up. - No, I'm okay. Thanks.
You need to conserve your energy.
- I'll get you a chair. - No, I'm good, guys.
Excuse me.
Pete-- Myka, right? What are you doing here?
Wow. You-- You-- You look....
Wow.
Amanda, we're really sorry to intrude...
- ...but, um-- - We have a little problem.
Uh, can we talk to you for a minute?
So, what's with the parade?
This what happens when you become an officer?
The bridal party. Marines take their jobs seriously.
Hey, I was a Marine. I was never a stalker.
Okay, is there somewhere we can talk privately?
- Oh. - So exciting.
Oh, no. It's Michael's parents.
His mother can't end a sentence, let alone a conversation.
Do me a favour. I have to talk to my friends for a minute.
Take care of the Martins for me.
I don't care what you do, just keep them away from me.
Let's go in here.
Hello. What's going on?
- Is this some sort of Marine thing? - We're looking for our son.
- So, what is the problem? - We can't tell you.
- Why not? - We can't tell you.
It's just that, when you were at the B&B...
...something got loose.
- Got loo--? What kind of something? - Uh, we can't tell you that either.
- If this is about me getting remarried.... - Wait. What? No.
Okay? Scout's honour.
You were kicked out of the Scouts when you were 10.
I did not start that fire.
Look, Amanda, trust me. This isn't about you.
- Then why are you here? - Look, it's need-to-know, major.
And you don't need to know.
Fine. Fine.
Whatever this problem is, what are you gonna do to fix it?
Can you not tell me that?
We just need to search your bag. It's actually that bag. Pete?
It's a great dress. Really.
Sorry.
My Sandy Alomar Jr. signed baseball?
Backup. I wasn't sure the comic book would work.
So does this have something to do with your new job?
- Why you're in Uni-ville? - Univille.
You weren't lying. It really is a promotion.
Ha-ha! Heh. Ha-ha!
Heh. Behold!
- Bee-hold. - Behold.
All right. All right. Yeah.
Um, you might, uh-- You might want to duck.
Well, there you go. Bam.
Well, no dead bodies, no mass destruction...
...no swarm of killer bees.
Although, it did cross my mind.
So much for Artie's Law.
What was that? Some kind of weapon?
Uh, that is your wedding being saved.
Okay. So the good news is, is that it is over.
All right. Then thank you for...
- ...taking care of whatever that was. - Yeah, yeah. Uh, no worries.
Listen, uh, we're sorry to barge in like that.
And, uh, you shall not see me again.
Pete.
Uh, could I talk to you for a second?
I'm gonna go see if there's a moat.
I hope so because I really-- I love the moats.
She loves moats.
Now that we're stealthy, any idea how to find this flask?
I don't know. Mingle. See if anyone's...
...taking this re-enactment business too seriously.
Run, you scurvy Yank! Run!
I kind of think showing up covers that category.
Okay. Nix the negativity. All right, Zen Master?
Think of it like when you were a kid. Get into it.
There was no make-believe in your mysterious past?
I say we hoist a musket and enter the fray.
And I say that we talk to that guy.
You know the guy who hit you?
It was Private Johnson.
The guy went crazy in the middle of a skirmish.
Started punching other players...
...hitting them with his rifle.
We have rules against that.
Was he drinking out of a flask?
Well, I-- You know, I suppose so. I mean, we all are.
That's sort of half the fun.
- You're dead, rebel. - Huh?
- So are you, Yank. - Aah!
Long live Abe Lincoln. Unh.
What? I'm getting into this.
Hey, lie down. You're dead.
Huh? No. Oh, no. I'm not dead.
I'm just wounded. Yeah. Oh. Oh.
In the leg, I think. Yeah, it's cool.
- I can still fight. - Hey.
You know how much it cost to defoliate these trees...
...to make it look like the Battle of Shiloh?
We're committed professionals. And you, Rebel Dog, are dead.
All right. Don't get your long johns in a bunch. I'm going.
So now, if you're dead...
...does that mean you're still the senior agent here?
Just find Johnson.
Look for the craziest guy out here.
So, Pete...
...I just wanted to say that I'm sorry too.
- What you said in Uni-ville-- - Univille.
- Stop that. - Right.
It wasn't all your fault.
It was easy at the time to blame your drinking, but....
It takes two to screw up a tango.
Yeah, well, I was never really much of a Pacino.
I was more of a Tom Cruise, you know?
- Yeah. You're Maverick. I remember. - Thank you.
The thing is, back then, I just....
I just wanted so much. Wanted to do so much.
And I couldn't let anything get in my way. Including you.
Maybe if I hadn't been so headstrong.
Who knows, huh?
Yeah.
But, hey, look at you now, major.
Um....
You've got your Cinderella dress. I've never seen you look happier.
I think things worked out exactly the way they were supposed to.
Have you seen my parents? I can't find them anywhere.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Aren't you--? Isn't he--? - Pete. Yeah.
- Pete. Glad you could make it. - Yes. Hey.
- Good to finally meet you. - You just had to be nice, didn't you?
- Pete was, um-- - Listen, Michael, uh...
...you got yourself a fine little major there. So....
Thank you.
- Let's go find your parents. - Yeah.
I am just dying to chat with your mom.
- So that was the groom, huh? - Yeah, can you believe it?
Well, your ex definitely has a type.
Heh. What? You think that guy looks like me?
With the hair and the square jaw and the Captain America attitude?
Please. I'm so much cooler than that.
It's the weirdest thing. My folks, they just disappeared.
We'll find them, all right? Nobody gets in or out of here until we do.
I'll go look for them. Just stay here and do what it is that brides do. Okay?
And when we find them...
...at exactly 1500 hours, come hell or high water...
...or in-laws or exes, we are getting married.
And then I'll finally be Mrs. Michael Martin.
And I will finally own you, woman.
No one gets in or out of here.
I will finally own you, woman.
- Come on, let's go. - Okay.
Whoa! Hi. Excuse us.
- "Nobody in or out." - That's what she said.
Okay. Here's what--
Look, Marines, there's no reason to get worked up here.
We were just leaving, and I--
- Pete? - I'm all right.
No. No. I mean, Pete....
- Nice hats. - Run!
Help me. Unh.
- Artie's Law. - Oh, yeah.
"It's a wedding, Pete.
Why would need our Teslas?"
What is this, Pete?
- Where did the rest of them go? - What the hell is happening?
Michael is out there and his parents.
I'm sorry. But right now, I'm worried about the guys with swords.
Spit it out. I assume this is being caused...
...by your little top-secret whatever-it-is.
I told you, need-to-know.
Given that we're being attacked by my own wedding party...
...I'm pretty sure I need to know.
The beehive artefact once belonged to a female pharaoh...
...who ruled Egypt around 1479 B.C.E. Hatshepsut.
- Bless you. - What? No. That wasn't a sneeze.
That was actually the female pharaoh's name. Hatshepsut.
So Hatshepsut created the artefact using the pheromones of honeybees.
Well, beehive, bee, it makes sense.
Yes. And then she would prick herself with the bee...
...and then inject the stinger, really, into her body.
- She became the queen bee. - Precisely.
- What about her? - What about who?
- You just said "Hatshepsut." - Oh, no, that was a sneeze.
Wait. You said "stinger."
Artie, you did say "stinger."
Okay, Artie, I'm looking at this bee and there is no stinger.
Fire!
Die, scum! Come on, you rebel dog.
What the hell? I shot you.
Come on, you rebel dog. Fight like a man.
Put the gun down. I killed you.
You mock me, traitor.
But I shall be victorious for my great country!
No, no, no.
I have come to aid you, brother.
- Together, we-- - To hell with this.
Hey!
Johnson, listen. I'm not a re-enactor.
The truth is, you've got something very dangerous.
Unh!
- Die, scum! - Stop!
Stop, sir, I beg of you.
You would not raise your hand against a lady?
I would never harm a woman. But I intend to kill this scurvy grayback.
Afraid not.
Told you I was Laverne.
Such a Laverne move. Come on, Shirley.
Come on.
Wha--? Oh, the Mini-Tesla?
It's my own design. Pretty cool?
Dude, that should be your drag name. Minnie Tesla.
Okay. They have these outfits for the female re-enactors.
I figured if I could....
What? What? What'd I do?
No. Uh, no, no, no. It's nothing.
It's not you. It's just that for a second there...
...you were a lot like my big sister.
You know, she used to save my butt a lot when we were little.
So you do have a past.
A sister. What's she like? Where does she live? What does she do? Details.
No, she....
She died, Claude. A while back.
How do I always do that with you? God.
I'm sorry, Jinksy.
It's okay. Really. It's, uh-- It's all good.
Right. Heh. Well, let's, um...
...snag it and bag it and get the hell out of here.
What else do you have in there?
I've got a PB and J if you're hungry.
Forget I asked.
Damn Trekkies.
Always crashing the party, pretending they're time travellers.
Pfft. What a nerd.
- Tell me you found it. - Sort of.
Amanda's been stung.
Did she touch anyone?
Aside from her whole bridal party, no.
I think the finger is the source of the infection.
Don't let her touch anyone else.
We checked her finger. There's no sign of the stinger.
Yeah. It makes its way through the body.
Targets the glands and causes pheromone production.
When she touches anyone, she immediately creates worker bees...
...who become slavishly devoted to her every need and protection.
- Is that why they're chasing us? - Well, you know, probably.
Because you're seen as a threat. And-- Wait, wait, wait.
Yes. Yes. It appears that things went very badly for Hatshepsut.
You know, I must say, I'm rather impressed...
...with how quickly my, uh, hieroglyphic reading skills have come back to me.
Just please figure out how to get the stinger out.
Consider it done.
- I'm gonna go find Michael. - Wait. No, no, no.
It's too dangerous, okay?
Everything's gonna be fine. I promise.
We'll figure this out, even if I have to....
X-ray. That's what we'll do. We'll x-ray her.
It'll show where the stinger is. All we have to do is get her to a hospital...
...find the stinger and get it out.
That's a great idea.
I don't suppose you packed any tear gas...
...to get past the homicidal bridal party, did you?
I left it in my other pants.
- Stop! Stop! - Unh!
Stop!
What are they doing?
Well, don't look at it. We'll fix it later.
First, we've got to get out of here. Come on!
Those chairs are rented.
- Amanda! - Come on.
Amanda!
- Amanda! - Michael!
Mich-- Stop!
As your pharaoh-- Pharaoh-ess, I command you to stop.
Hup, hup, hup....
Obviously that means something completely different in ancient Egyptian.
Hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup. Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup....
I give up. When it comes to this....
- Boogedy-boogedy? - When it comes to the boogedy-boogedy...
- ...I'm pretty sure you outrank me. - Hey, Artie?
- Oh, major, that's so sweet. - So, what's the plan?
The plan. Right. Right. The plan.
I will tell you the plan.
I just have to ask Myka a question.
- What's the plan? - So, Artie, what's the plan?
Why wouldn't they listen to their queen? Amanda gave them an order.
Hatshepsut tried the same thing.
But her subjects had become so obsessively devoted to her...
...that they took it on themselves to protect her from anyone.
Well, Michael's her fiancé.
Her husband-to-be, most of all...
...because as a male, he would have taken her place as pharaoh...
...if they had gotten married.
- What did they do to him? - They....
I think it says mummified him alive...
...but I'm a little loopy from the cold medicine.
- No! - Amanda, no!
- That sounds bad. - Uh-- Call me back.
Hey, look out!
- Sandy. - Thanks.
Don't thank me. Go save my fiancé.
That's something you rarely hear your ex-wife say.
This time, stay down.
Shouldn't you be seating people?
Pete, look out!
Ten-hut!
Really? Heh-heh.
I found it. Use the bee. It's a magnet.
It will draw the stinger out at her left clavicle.
Hey, hey, hey! I said ten-hut! About face!
We're on our own, kiddo!
Okay.
Now, this may hurt just a little.
And....
You know, I would have just sent you the ring.
Yeah. Next time.
Next time?
There was a bit of a problem with the bridal party.
Mushrooms. Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, everybody ate wild mushrooms at the rehearsal brunch...
...and kind of went on a bad trip. So, it's, uh, eurgh. Heh-heh.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today....
- You know, I was hoping I'd hate you. - Pete.
- Ow! What? What?
What I was trying to say was I wanted to hate him...
...but then I saw him take on those Marines with the chair.
- That was epic. - This one?
This one, right here?
Distinguished Valour in Combat Using Rental Furniture.
Nice.
Okay, so this wasn't exactly the fairy-tale wedding that I had pictured...
...but it was, um, memorable.
- Yes. - Heh.
Thanks, Pete.
And listen, whatever it is that you two do...
...it's exactly what you were meant to be doing.
You're a good team.
All right. Well, uh....
At ease, major.
Although, I'd have been a colonel by now.
- Oh. Oh. - Ha-ha-ha-ha.
- What? - Ouch.
- Bye. - Bye.
And there we go.
Hey, uh, so listen, I just-- I want to say I'm sorry...
...for not telling you about Amanda. I should have.
No. It's none of my business if you--
It wasn't the marriage that I was trying to keep secret.
It was me.
Um, the guy I was before.
You know, Pete the drunk. Pete the loser.
- You don't have to-- - No, Myka, it's true. It's, um....
You've never met that guy, and I don't ever want you to.
You know, I just-- I want you and Artie and Claudia...
...and everyone here to know the Pete I am now.
Fair enough.
Okay.
Hey. Hey, Pete. That new husband, Michael?
He's a tool.
That's, um....
- That's why I joined the A.T.F. - I didn't-- I was just....
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry, Steve.
It's okay.
She, um....
She was 20. She was your age.
I shouldn't have been digging around.
You don't have to talk about it.
No, I think that I want to, Laverne.
You would have liked her.
Yeah, I think you two would have been good pals.
God, she was, uh, such a hero to me.
She was funny and smart...
...and she was always...
...always there for me.
There was, uh, this one time....
Jeez, you know, I....
I think you would have done the same thing.
We were at the park. We were shooting hoops.
She was short, but she had this amazing lay-up.
These kids were gonna beat the crap out of me.
And she disappeared. And then, all of a sudden, she....