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I could not live without this product.
Oh, uh...
what's a plumper? (chuckles)
It's gonna be a little more liquid-y than a moisturizer.
But it's an amazing collagen booster.
Oh.
What's your daily beauty regimen?
Uh...
my regimen?
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-(turns off engine) -(sighs)
(Reina laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
Morning, you guys.
-Morning, Heidi. -Morning.
(whispering): You have a thing right here.
(whispering): All right, give it 90 seconds.
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(phone ringing)
Heidi...
(laughs)
(indistinct chatter)
Joseph.
Hey, it looks good here, Joe.
Nice work.
Uh, this gentleman wants to ask you a few questions.
Is that cool?
Okay.
I'll be right over there.
Mr. Shrier, my name is Thomas Carrasco.
I'm from the Department of Defense, Office of the...
I'm looking into a complaint regarding Walter Cruz.
Our records show
that both you and Mr. Cruz volunteered for treatment
at the Homecoming Transitional Support Center
following your deployment.
That was, uh...
Mr. Shrier?
Do you understand these questions?
Yes.
So that's correct?
You were at Homecoming with Walter?
-Because I'm trying to determine whether... -Yeah.
I'm sorry?
Me and Walter, I, uh...
I left him there.
Yeah. You were discharged before him.
But do you remember witnessing any interaction
between Walter and a Heidi Bergman?
Can you go?
Look, if you're concerned about...
Any statement you make to me
will be kept in strict confidence, Mr. Shrier.
I'm simply trying to establish
if Walter did anything to Ms. Bergman.
You just want to help.
Mm-hmm. Exactly.
He believed her.
Heidi Bergman?
Hey. May I?
No, no, no. It's okay.
Please?
These things...
they can be tricky.
(speaks indistinctly)
I warned him about her.
You know, I told him about the trees.
But Walter, he never...
Warned him about what?
They were hiding there.
And I...
I couldn't...
couldn't explain it right.
She knew everything anyway, so...
What did she know?
-Who was hiding...? -Shh.
Sorry.
That's all-- it's okay.
Here.
Take this.
-You'll remember. -What...
what did Heidi Bergman know,
-Mr. Shrier? -Remember, okay?
Mr.... Mr. Shrier, just...
what did she know? What did she...?
Hey, everything okay here, Joe?
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Anybody?
Guys, come on.
We have to practice.
Look, going home, you're gonna see some old friends.
They may not... get everything that you've been through.
All right? They may even say some stuff
that makes you uncomfortable-- we're just gonna role-play that.
That's all this is, just some role-play.
Anyone?
Guys, it's just a drink with an old friend.
That's all this has to be. That's it.
(laughter)
Engel, you're week one. Why don't you just try it?
Give it a whirl, see what happens.
I can't imagine that, man.
What part?
Us...
(laughing): being friends.
(laughter)
Well, you know what, it's kind of weird for me, too...
Well, maybe if you took off the hat-- that might help.
(laughter)
HEIDI: Walter volunteers.
MAN: Ooh...
I do?
Yep, you do.
(sighs)
(chuckles): Okay.
I guess I do.
-Yeah! -(cheering, shouting)
Just have a seat.
(sighs) You don't mind, right, Craig?
-Well, I was hoping... -Terrific. Okay, great, okay.
Welcome home, bro!
Oh, it is so good to see you.
You, too, friend.
Yeah. Gosh, you know,
while you were gone,
I met a lot of great people.
-I'm happy to hear it. -Yeah, this one guy, I mean...
I guess I'd call him my best friend.
And I can't really stay long, because we have tickets
to a local sporting event.
Oh, well, that sounds great.
Yeah. Oh. Do you want to come?
-Sure. -Oh. (snaps fingers)
Shoot, we didn't get you a ticket. I mean...
I didn't know if you were
still into that kind of thing.
What, fun activities? No, no, these days
I mostly just sit at home and polish my guns.
-(laughter) -Yeah, man.
-Heidi... -So, what are you gonna do
now that you're back, hmm?
I don't know.
I was thinking maybe take a couple weeks, relax.
HEIDI: So, when you get tired of that?
I was thinking of driving out west.
Well, that sounds like a good idea-- fresh start.
-That's right, yeah. -What are you gonna do when you get there?
I don't know, open a pastry shop,
maybe teach yoga.
-HEIDI: Hmm, do you bake? -No.
Do you know yoga?
I mean, how hard could it be?
-(laughter) -HEIDI: So you move out west,
new in town, no friends, no job--
-what are you gonna do all day? -I don't know, old friend.
What about you? What do you do to keep busy?
-Me? I-I work with veterans. I help them. -Oh, really? You help them?
The cooperative ones, at least.
WALTER: Hmm. Do you like it?
HEIDI: I do, actually.
It took me a long time to make my way here.
And what is it that you did before?
Before. Um, let's see.
I was a receptionist.
I got promoted to HR.
Laid off.
So I moved back home with my mom.
You know, tried selling real estate for a while.
I met a guy who was married,
um, and I thought, if I left everything behind
and moved two states over,
it would definitely work out with him.
It did not.
(exhales)
HEIDI: I moved back home.
Um... office manager.
Quit. Warehouse manager. Quit.
Applebee's hostess. Fired.
(chuckles)
And then I realized I wanted to get my master's in social work.
Four years of night school and I did it.
And I worked at the VA in Ocala for three years
and now I'm here.
Your dream job.
Sure.
And you think I should try and find my dream job.
No.
Then what?
(whispering): I was just waiting for the glue to dry.
The what?
(laughter)
That's great, Heidi.
Really great.
(laughter)
(airplane engine rumbles)
Yeah, well, it was sudden.
My mother's sister. Yeah. Aunt Betty.
Anyway, the funeral's this weekend,
so I'll be back in the office on Monday.
-Wh... -WEATHERMAN (on TV): ...a massive snowstorm
into right about Milwaukee
-and surrounding areas. -Milwaukee.
Actually, it's snowing here,
so I really should get-- Okay, good.
Yeah. I should. Yeah, I'll see you this--
Great, see you Monday. Thanks, bye. Hi.
CAR RENTAL AGENT: Too bad about your aunt.
My grandma died last month.
Oh, sorry to hear that.
My grandma dies a lot.
I do competitive dance.
I-I really-- I-I got to go.
Yeah, and sometimes we go really late--
that's when my grandma usually dies.
Can I have my keys, please?
Good luck in that storm.
MAN (over P.A.): Welcome to Tampa International Airport.
(continues indistinctly)
(plane engine rumbles)
(indistinct chatter in distance)
-That's not gonna work. I say... -(door opens)
-Can you close the door, please? -It's my room.
-What's even the point of this? -It'll be funny, I swear. Okay?
-You know, what'd be funnier is if we, uh... -ABEL: Look, it won't work.
-You can't get close enough. -No, that's what I'm saying.
-We use a sheet... -Uh-uh. We get a bike tire.
We take the inner tube and we make a huge fucking slingshot.
Where are we gonna get a bike tire?
-Man, what y'all talking about? -Walter here wants to...
Wait, Engel. Where you from, man, Kentucky?
Boy, say that again.
I'm from Alabama.
You know anything about trapping?
Feet or feathers?
(laughter)
(clapping)
(clattering)
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Come on, man, hold it still, hold it still.
(indistinct chatter)
-ENGEL: And it wasn't strawberries. -WALTER: Yeah, it was.
-(laughs) -I remember, it was called Strawberry Morning, right?
Had the little freeze-dried strawberries, cereal.
-When you poured the milk on it... -I got to be honest with you.
You're thinking about Blueberry Morning.
-No, I'm not. -That's what you're thinking about.
Man, I'm telling you I used to eat this all the time.
Man, dude, how you gon-- I know what the fuck I'm talking about.
-All right? -How?
Look, my daddy worked for Post.
For real?
Well, shit.
(laughs) They got a job waiting for me.
Oh, yeah?
After you leave here?
I don't know.
Maybe I'll leave tonight.
-(laughing): Where, Alabama? -(laughing): Sure.
Get on a bus, be there by breakfast.
Yeah, how you gonna get to the bus, man?
-I'll fucking walk. -Walk?
Look at where we are, man.
Well, I ain't afraid of a little mud.
Ah, well, it goes on for a while, man.
Trust me, I saw it.
(chuckles)
I just want to go home.
We been through all this shit.
We made it back here.
I mean, why can't we just go home?
I think that's why we're here.
They're trying to help us do that.
Man, they don't know what to do with us.
We're defective.
So they're like, I don't know,
"Go out here to this place and do some skits and..."
(clicks tongue) They don't care about us.
You know how much we're worth, man?
What you mean?
I mean, how much they've invested into us.
The government.
How much?
About a hundred K.
Each.
-Is that true? -Yeah.
(scoffs)
You don't think they want that back?
They ain't gonna get none of it from me.
No, I'm saying you gonna get a job.
Right? You'll buy a house.
-So? -So you'll be a taxpaying civilian.
All right, but if they can fix us, right?
-Then why didn't they just...? -(clanking nearby)
-(pelican honks) -(airplane engine rumbles)
You should think very carefully about...
(inhales and exhales deeply)
Heidi, if you were calling to threaten me,
because you want something, I need to warn you.
I will not sit by and...
(groans)
(chuckles, inhales deeply)
(exhales slowly)
Heidi...
This is about your future.
That's why I'm here. (chuckles)
(door opens)
(door closes)
HEIDI: Abe, I need the burgers.
They're coming. Stand by.
-These kids are gonna lose it. -I said stand by, Heidi.
(clattering, shouting nearby)
I'm coming back in 30 seconds.
Sit anywhere.
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(indistinct chatter)
(Heidi sighs)
-Hi. -Hi.
(exhales) Thanks for your patience.
It's a little nuts in here.
Do you know what you'd like?
Um...
Special today is smoked mullet
plus cornbread or coleslaw.
-We also have a chowder that... -Miss.
I'm gonna stop you right there.
Because you had me at chowder.
(chuckles) Okay. Uh, anything else?
-Nope. -Anything to drink?
-No. -Okay.
Coffee?
(chuckles)
How was everything?
Good. Yeah.
Great, thanks.
$18.50.
Yeah. Of course.
(chuckles)
You know what, my card's kind of screwed up right now.
And I only have a 20.
That doesn't leave much of a tip. I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
I usually have more cash, you know.
Put your business card in the jar,
maybe your luck will change.
Wha-- No. Carras-co. "Co." C-O.
He's with the Inspector General at DoD.
I want you to get me anything you can on this guy.
Okay, you got it.
COLIN: You just let him waltz
right into the office, huh?
-TEMPLE: I did try to... -He gave her my number.
He's using her.
Listen, I'm gonna spend
a couple more days down here, tie things off.
Okay.
You mean in Milwaukee?
(sighs)
(train horn blows)
CRAIG (over phone): So I follow her,
and she takes the harmonica to Cruz's room,
and they were in there for quite a while,
alone, just the two of them.
-What are you doing? -Shh.
CRAIG: Anyway, I thought I should let you know.
Uh, again, this is Craig from the facility.
COLIN: Fucking kidding me, Heidi?
-CRAIG: It's, um... 6:40. -The fuck are these rocks?
-LYDIA: People like it. -CRAIG: On Tuesday.
-Colin, get off the phone. -You can reach me on my cell...
The world doesn't just stop because fucking Ron decides...
-Colin, he's your boss. -...that he wants to hang
in the middle of the work week. That man is so...
-Hi! -Hi!
-Come on in. -LYDIA: Great! Thank you.
-This is... stunning. -LYDIA: Gorgeous.
-Really. Hi! Nice to see you! -Hi!
(kisses)
LYDIA: This place
-is incredible. -Mm.
I love how, um... just simple it is.
We tried the whole big house thing-- the lawn, the pool.
-It just wasn't for us. -LYDIA: Yeah.
Um, I... I know what you mean.
Kate, do we have sage in the garden?
Yes, Chef.
I think we're supposed to leave now.
Well, I would love to see the garden anyway.
Right this way.
RON: So...
how's it going with the Homecoming thing?
You guys are over at Mirror Pond, right?
Yeah. Right.
Good. You know, we're, uh...
We're just squatting at the complex for now
-until Geist builds that... -The Wellness Center.
-Right. -Right.
So, you know, by then,
we should be in a proper facility.
-(squishing) -Making due.
Mm.
(squishing continues)
We really appreciate you guys inviting us, Ron.
Um... you know, the truth is I've been so buried,
I haven't really had a... chance...
But you must be feeling good about it.
I mean, if you're gonna take
your hand off it for the day.
Well, to be honest... I'm not feeling good, Ron.
You're not?
No, I'm feeling great.
Oh.
(chuckles)
That-That's what I love about you, man.
You're a throwback.
You're a killer.
You bring this thing
home for me, I could see you moving up to Redwood.
And then maybe we get you out to the farm.
Meet Mr. Geist.
(chuckles)
-He's hilarious. -Hmm.
Yeah, the table's set, my friend.
Thank you, Ron.
Don't thank me. Just get it done.
I'm gonna step outside for a second
just to check in with the sitter.
-Go for it. -Okay.
(phone vibrating)
Mm.
Hey, Colin. What's up?
Heidi. I appreciate you picking up.
Oh.
Well, sure. S-Sorry. Did I miss one of your calls, or...?
Heidi, what are we doing here?
Uh, you mean here at Homecoming?
COLIN: Yes, Heidi.
At Homecoming. What's our mission?
Well, we are treating PTSD
like a cancer, something to be...
eradicated, not just managed.
And?
-Well, and... -(panel beeps)
To those...
To those ends, we are using...
medication to delete the harmful responses
to the traumatic memories.
COLIN: Good, and-and
-you're on board with that? -Yes.
Of course. I'm sorry, Colin.
Did we get some negative feedback or something?
Whoa. Do we need negative feedback, Heidi,
to remember to stay on our game, to know that our asses
-are on the line? -No, of course not.
I'm just wondering if there's something
specific that you're referring to.
Yeah, there is. There is.
Oh.
Does this have to do with the chair thing yesterday?
The chair. No, Heidi-Heidi,
I'm talking about your little encounter with Walter Cruz,
alone... in his bedroom.
How do you know about that?
I know all sorts of things, Heidi. It's my facility.
What the fuck were you doing, Heidi?
Uh, Colin, it was a private conversation.
Because I'll tell ya, if it was anybody else, uh...
No, it was a situation where...
...it'd be pretty clear what you were doing,
what you were, you know, up to.
And I-I realize, how taken out of context,
this might seem inappropriate.
No, it's completely inappropriate.
I mean, there's no question of that.
No, and I'm sorry if I might have stepped over a line.
No, that's not what I'm talking about, Heidi!
I'm talking about what you did.
(indistinct chatter)
What did I do?
What you gave to him.
-Oh, the harmonica? -Yes, Heidi.
-The harmonica. -Oh.
I-I'm not following you.
Okay, it didn't occur to you the kind of effect
that an object like this could have?
Like something directly tied to the emotions
that we're trying to delete?
Okay, Heidi, what do we know about triggering flashbacks?
Huh? How does that work?
It's a, um, confluence of rele...
Right. A confluence of relevant stimuli,
like sounds, smells, touch.
-I know. -Oh, you know?
Oh, and-and yet,
you still handed him a big fucking chunk of that, huh?
With no idea, uh, what it could potentially combine with,
what it could trigger?
I mean, do you not see what an enormous fucking liability
-that creates? -No, I do, I do, but I...
Oh, wonderful. So then, what I want to know
-then is, if you did it on purpose. -(chickens clucking)
If you deliberately tried to undermine what we're trying
to do here, or if you're just so naive and-and dimwitted...
-(chickens clucking) -HEIDI: No.
-I was just thinking. I was... -Oh, wait.
-So you admit that it was deliberate? -No.
I... I just think,
with-with Walter, we might be able to preserve certain...
Okay, h-hold on, hold on. Wait.
So, wait. You're advocating
that we take our experimental trials,
our-our clean data sets, and-and we do what with them, Heidi?
-No. No. Uh... -What? We, uh...
-We take a shit all over them? -I know... No.
Is that, is that what you're saying, Heidi?
-Just to shit all over them? -No, I'm not...
-Oh, yes, you are. Obviously, you are. -No, I'm not saying that.
I mean, if I were trying to, you know, to just...
completely compromise our results, just-just totally
fuck them up, this is what I would do.
Uh, I-I, um...
I just feared
we were losing Cruz entirely, so I made a judgment that...
Oh. Oh, so this wasn't an erratic,
emotional outburst on your part?
You were doing your job, you were...
you were trying to help?
Yes.
Okay, well, listen to me then, Heidi.
Stop helping.
Do what I'm telling you to do.
Review the memory, observe the effects,
record the data. Understood?
Yes.
If something like this happens again, trust me,
I will find out about it, and you will be out on your ass.
And then what will happen to your little boyfriend?
So put your emotions aside and do your fucking job, understood?
-Heidi? -Yes. Understood.
(sighs)
Oh.
(bellowing wail)
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(honks)
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