In Plain Sight

Richie, pass the pasta.

- You talk to the guy? - Oh, yeah.

Did you use the Roma tomatoes? This tastes different.

- Not Romas-- I don't know what they were.

So what did he say?

He said what he said before.

Were they the larger ones? They don't have as much flavor.

They were the same size, maybe a little smaller.

You set him straight, right?

He saw what happened to the last guy.

Yeah. I remember.

Everybody knows what happened to that guy.

Mike Pastrano.

What?

- Mike Pastrano-- that's who you're talking about.

We all know who you mean.

I don't know why you have to use this ridiculous code.

You better mind your own damn business, Mia.

There's a table full of people here, Richie.

You think we don't got ears?

I got to sit here and pretend I'm an idiot?

I was just asking about the sauce.

They were camparis, the tomatoes.

Any more fascinating questions about the food?

Let's talk about something else.

So, Robin, is that a new dress?

'cause I don't remember it.

You sure make it look nice.

Thanks, Marco.

I'm sorry... If I ruined dinner.

I know you don't really like Marco.

I shouldn't have brought him over.

I just think you can do better.

And I think, you know, you're 20.

He's a good guy, auntie Mia,

If you'd give him a chance.

What is that?

Gorgeous, right? He asked me today.

I was gonna tell everyone over dessert.

Mia, is there any more red?

That's the last of it.

I'm gonna run down to wine mart and grab some.

Come on.

I got to finish the dishes.

Trish and Robin can do that.

Let's get out of here.

Get some air.

All right.

Look...

We're all sympathetic to your little ordeal,

The mood swings.

But you don't think you're taking it a little far?

I got my own opinions.

Marco's a guest in our house.

He's gonna be family.

Yeah, well, he's gonna fit right in.

Hey, Richie likes him. That's all that counts.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Oh, I don't know, Mia.

Now you're gonna go and bite the hand that feeds you?

I mean, I know you had your troubles,

But you are way out of line.

- You're right. I'm--I'm sorry.

You've been doing a lot of talking,

Not just at dinner.

You shoot your mouth off all over town...

How you're sick of this family,

How you'd love it if we'd all just...

Blah, blah, blah.

You think I don't hear things?

You think I don't know where this is going?

No, I'm just tired. I'm...

No. Benny, please!

Friendship, it's been said...

Is God's way of apologizing for your family.

I don't really subscribe to the God part, but if I did...

Apologizing for family is the least he could do...

Don't flip out, okay? This is just temporary housing.

Once we meet with the a.U.S.A. And you tell them what you have,

A deal gets worked out,

And his life becomes about making yours happy.

You said something about a phone.

Yeah. I'm number one on the speed dial.

When you need something, I'm your first and only call.

Got it? Got it.

Would have put you in a hotel,

But you said a kitchen was important, so...

Yeah, no, this'll do.

Uh, I'm not gonna be here that long anyway.

Uh, look, Mia,

Once you come into WITSEC, you stay where we put you.

No, I know. I meant, um...

Do we have any kind of, um, confidentiality here,

Like a lawyer or a priest?

Uh, sure, if it doesn't jeopardize the case.

I'm terminal.

Dying.

You're...

You're sure?

- It's a grade-four brain tumor.

Surgeons got what they could, but my time is limited--

Weeks, months maybe.

God.

Wow, um...

Okay, um, well, this is-- this is awkward.

But first, I'm gonna have to verify the diagnosis.

Knock yourself out. What's second of all?

I don't know.

I mean, is there anything I can do?

Do you need anything-- hospital trips or checkups?

I'm way beyond the hospital now.

No, just keep it to yourself, okay?

My family-- they don't even know.

I mean, they know about the surgery, but...

Why the secret?

I've spent my whole life being that mobster's daughter,

Handled, treated with kid gloves.

Now I got to be that dying chick?

I'll pass.

It makes me cringe to think people

Would be walking on eggshells, treating me all nice.

Oh.

Well, yeah.

I think you've come to the right place.

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.

- So Albuquerque-- you like it?

I do. I like the air a lot...

And the sky.

The sky is amazing,

Except for the dumb-ass hot-air balloons.

I know. Who does that, right?

But "more importantly," said the Italian girl,

"what about the food?"

How do you feel about red and green chili

In every other thing you're gonna eat?

You'll end up loving them or hating them,

But trust me, you won't be indifferent for long.

I just mean you'll know in a couple seconds

If you like them or not.

Yeah, no, I'm a lot more decisive these days.

That was...

Sorry. Oh, shut up.

Can I ask you a personal question?

You don't have to answer. Oh.

Yay. My favorite kind of personal questions.

I got no more secrets, not from you, anyway. Go.

Well, if I were...

If I were dying, I think I'd be on a beach in Maui

With margaritas on an I.V. Drip.

Your last days are gonna be depositions and courtrooms

And psycho family drama.

I mean, why?

Why do it?

Because I want to make a stand.

I want to-- I want to leave my mark.

If I have only one breath left,

I will use it to testify, for Robin.

It's the only thing I want now. It's the only thing I need.

Who's Robin?

My niece.

You know, when I see her,

God...

It's like looking at myself in an old scrapbook.

I just want to keep her away from the decisions I made,

The mistakes.

And if this goes to trial, my testimony will show her

What this family is really like.

Maybe it'll-- I-I don't know--

Nudge her onto a different path.

Huh.

- What? - Nothing.

It's just--

Just remarkably non-hateful.

It's funny.

I find I don't have a lot of hate left.

One good side effect.

Congratulations.

You are no longer dependent on the department of justice.

- Thanks, Marshall. - Not at all.

I'm proud when my fledgling witnesses

Take that next step moving off the mother's milk--

A weekly stipend

Into the brave new world of self-reliance.

And I wanted to let you know that while the money stops,

Our connection goes on unabated.

Call me anytime.

I will.

Place looks nice.

You settling in okay?

I am.

I didn't think going to law school

And not becoming a lawyer would make me so happy.