In Plain Sight

Pledges, tonight you take your first steps

towards a proud and centuries-old legacy.

You have passed the rigorous tests of worthiness

to a Calling-- a Brotherhood.

But now these tests and games give way to declaration.

Two Presidents, seven current and former Senators,

one Secretary of State, and one Supreme Court justice

have all stood where you stand.

To the next generation of Winston Regents.

Prepare to be tapped, gentlemen.

Hack room. Now.

What are we doing here? I want my pin.

I'm not gonna code right now.

I ran your numbers.

You're webmaster, that's your job.

And your job was to help me run our site,

not skim the profits.

Henry, come on, man.

I have proof. You faked your data.

And you found a pattern?

Dude, you train-wrecked... Big.

Mr. Gunter, Mr. Cook, follow me, gentlemen.

Welcome to the Regents, Mr. Gunter.

Now, if you would, Mr. Cook and I need a moment alone.

Henry, Regents are men of loyalty.

Look, whatever Ivan told you is--

Mr. Gunter didn't tell me a thing.

Loyalty means something to Mr. Gunter,

but you, Mr. Cook?

You... skimming.

You honestly thought we wouldn't find out?

Help! It's Henry!

Help! Help! Somebody help me, Henry fell off the roof!

Call 911! Somebody call 911!

I'm worried about Ivan, of course I am, he's my son.

But leaving now is impossible.

My work--it's not--

it has the potential to save millions of lives.

Professor Gunter, you need to realize

staying at Winston could cost you yours.

I understand the risk,

We strongly advise against any delay.

Professor, we appreciate how vital your research is,

we do, but your son has agreed to testify,

not only to the homicide charges,

but also to the online gambling site being run by the Regents.

What Chief McQueen is trying to impress upon you

is that, unfair and inconvenient as it may be,

you're a target.

Mom, come on. These people,

they're dangerous and connected.

Ivan, I love you more than anything, you know that.

I can't leave yet.

You know I can't.

There's a phenomenon some people experience,

those who've lost an arm or a leg,

called "phantom limb."

They feel pain, heat, cold,

even movement, despite the fact

that, strictly and scientifically speaking,

there is no "there" there.

It's as if the body can't accept that something so essential

so natural a part has moved on...

The memory of what had always been there so strong

that even in its clear and sudden absence,

the connection cannot be denied.

Mom? Mark? Who took this safety latch off?

All the cabinets in the kitchen

have a safety latch on them.

How was I supposed to get to the baby food?

Honey, Norah can't even walk yet.

Not on those

chubby widdle weggies, no you can't.

No, she can't, not yet, but when she can,

we'll be ready, and we've talked about this.

Ix-nay on the baby-talk, okay? Let's aim high.

Teah, pig-Latin high.

Here's the schedule, okay? Listen up.

10:15, spinach and peaches.

Well, maybe not the peaches-- I may have eaten the peaches--

- but definitely the spinach. - Mm-hmm.

11:10's nap time. Left side, no pillows.

12:30's wakeup. You have the monitor.

If you hear even the slightest peep, just go in.

Honey, I know you're nervous, but we're gonna be fine.

Mark's apartment is just down the street.

And I'm working close by, so I'm just ten minutes away.

Norah's fine. See how happy she is?

Oh, aren't you happy with gwamma?

- Ugh, please. - Are you?

Please just pronounce the "r."

All right, I'm gonna check in. A lot.

A lot a lot, and I don't care if Miami falls off the map,

no two-hour Skype sessions with Brandi, okay?

- Just focus. - Don't worry.

Day-trading with Scott has Brandi so busy

she can't even return a phone call.

Unreal. Runaway bride steals my car

and lands on her feet with nothing but blonde hair,

- big boobs... - Mary.

And a half-brother who I'm pretty sure

still owes her that 10 grand he "borrowed."

She's doing great.

You should be proud of her, of both of them.

I'd be bursting with pride if I weren't

bracing myself with skepticism.

Love you, bug.

Say bye-bye to mommy! Can you say, "Bye-bye, mommy?"

No, 'cause she can't speak!

Bye-bye, mommy.

- Ah. Whoo! - Mary!

I know, I know, it's a mini-van,

but it's got like, a thousand airbags

and twice as many cup holders.

Anyway, I'm just test driving it for a few days.

Well, it's not the car. It's, uh... you're early.

Yeah, I'm a day early. So what?

I thought I'd come in, get organized,

see what cases are up, you know.

God, it's good to be back.

I'm finally starting to feel like myself again.

What?

Uh, you got a little something.

Eh.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Mary!

You weren't supposed to be back till tomorrow.

I was gonna clear these out and make some "welcome back" scones!

Why's your crap on my desk? Why's her crap on my desk?

Mary, there was a leak, some water damage in the back,

- so she set up shop temporarily. - Temporarily.

Oh, I see.

So...we're good?

Temporarily.

Yes, it was totally temporary.

No, I mean we're temporarily good.

Oh.

Okay, good.

Never again.

Hey, listen, after you meet with your witness,

I was thinking we'd run a "duck and hide" on lancer.

Aw, you two desk-mates develop

your own secret little code-language?

So sweet.

Excuse me while I puke on this puke.

We're talking about Stan.

What about him?

Whoa, whoa, back up. Is there Stan gossip?

I'm on the sidelines six months and you withhold?

You know I live for Stan gossip.

All right, hit me.

Stanley McQueen has taken a lover.

No! Oh, my God, this is huge!

And ew!

Is she cute? Is she fat? Tell me she's fat.

Hold on, is it someone we know?

Brief me, down to the last dirty--

Mary?

Oh, hey, Stan. We were just--

Catching Mary up on some office business.

Yeah, you were.

Yeah, well, it's gonna have to wait.

Tippy's on his way in with Ivan.

Mary, got a minute? Something I want to show you.

Hmm.

Well? So?

Come on, what do you think?

Of the janitor's closet?

No, Mary, this is for you. It's your station.

For, you know, induced lactation.

Oh, man.

Um, wow. Okay, well, first of all,

I'm not breast-feeding any more, but, more to the point,

do you have any idea how gross that phrase is,

"induced lactation"?

Especially coming out of that mouth.

There he is.

Oh, hey, Tippy. Long time no see.

New girl in town, huh?

Well, I better get in there. Oh, and hey,

about that whole "I shot a guy on my last day at work"

"so I need counseling" thing?

We both know I'm good to go,

so let's just skip the formalities

with the "Fink the shrink," huh?

Mary?

Not so fast.

My extensive post-graduate work

and years of field experience tell me

that you're less than happy to be here.

Also the look on your face.

So now what?

Is now when I open up about Rachel from summer camp

and the night they let us lock up the crafts cabin

all by ourselves?

I'm open to discussing

latent sexual questions if you're confused.

I'll bet you are, you little vixen.

Or we can get on with why you're really here.