In Plain Sight

What are you wearing?

Oh, you don't like it?

No, it's great if you're handing out copies at the watchtower.

Don't be nervous, mom will never like you.

So no worries there.

And dad's just happy you're not a guy.

Oh, great, thanks.

Just don't ask too many questions about dad

and uncle Neal's business.

I'm kind of being serious now.

What are they, spies or criminals...

they're not spies, uh...

Dad and uncle Neil aren't 100 percent law abiding citizens.

It's got nothing to do with me...

Or us.

Okay?

Henry?

Breakfast in five.

I've got it.

Were you expecting somebody?

No, I don't know who it could be.

Shh.

- Did he leave? - Shh.

Freeze, U.S. Marshals!

Drop the bat.

Drop the bat, come out slowly, let me see your hands.

My family, are they...

did you see the shooter? Is this the guy?

Yes, did you get him?

Not yet, damn it. Come on.

Come on, come on!

I don't even know what they want.

We never talked about funerals.

They probably have wills, right?

It'll be okay.

Your uncle Neal probably would know

what your dad would have wanted.

You're right, you're right, Neal will know.

So there's a locate here and a locate here.

But Almanza really thinks

that this is the zone we should be focusing on.

I don't know if he's right.

Inspector Marshall Mann.

You can just say inspector.

Pardon?

Well, I know you're a Marshal, we're all Marshals.

No, that's my name.

- What is? - Marshall.

Inspector Marshal Marshall Mann.

It's, uh...

Yeah, okay, I'm sure there's

a great story there, but we're a little busy.

So am I. I'm with witness protection.

Oh, "Wimpsec"... Whew! Right?

Listen, after you get these mopes their fake I.D.'S

and their plane tickets, how about a coffee run?

Thanks. - Where are my witnesses?

Through there.

Hey, the girl finally stopped blubbering,

try not to set her off again.

Can't stand all the crying.

The federal major crimes task force has been after the man

who killed your family for a long time.

Carson Miller ran one of the most violent

criminal gangs in the city.

Last week, several of his associates

betrayed him to law enforcement.

He escaped, and went after everyone

he thought double-crossed him.

Including your family.

You've agreed to testify, so I need to get you safe.

What about my uncle Neal?

He claims he didn't get a clear look at the shooter.

Somewhat hard to believe.

But, if he won't testify, we can't protect him.

One of the deputies said that we...

Marshal Marshall, quick question...

in a second.

That we'd be in witness protection

for a long time.

Given the depths of Carson's criminal ties...

Like, months?

Months, plus, a long...

forever, okay? That's what he's dancing around.

Forever.

Carson is completely insane.

If we catch him, his crew will kill you.

If we don't, he'll kill you.

So, old life done, new life starts,

it will be fine. You're welcome.

Couple things, contact info for you, for them...

can we be together?

If that's what you both want, absolutely.

- What do you think? - Are you kidding me?

Excuse me?

How long have they been going out?

Well, four months, but it feels like we're...

don't say "soul mates."

"Soul mates" was invented by crappy writers

to sell bad books to stupid people.

You're gonna break up.

You're gonna become each other's biggest security risk

and have to go through the whole messy moving process again,

at taxpayers' expense.

Thank you, Mary sunshine.

But it's their decision.

What'll it be?

We'll stay together.

Forget WITSEC, might as well just hold hands

and go to Lilith fair.

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All right, so Claudia and Henry.

We're gonna keep it moving, right?

Not spend a second more than we have to?

Every once in a while, I forget how

the happiness of others angers you.

Not everyone, just them.

It's all that cooing, and the way he's always playing with her hair.

Well, they were just robbed, so maybe...

Oh, there.

This is not getting anything done!

I'm done being your mother!

The scent of human misery, home cooking to your soul.

There's a researcher who claims he can tell

if a couple's going to break up

based on how they talk to each other.

An ability I've had since I was five, without N.I.H. funding.

I just looked up at my parents and thought, "nope."

It took a six-figure gambling debt,

an alcoholic spiral and an FBI manhunt,

but they finally came to the same conclusion.

Did they get anything valuable?

Uh, they, uh...

they didn't get the one thing that we can't replace.

The happy kitty ring.

It can take many forms,

but the worst are the ones who should have known better.

The ones who rushed in, got hitched,

and now they don't know how to get out of it.

They look like marmots trapped in a cage.

All right, I'll look into the Carson angle,

make sure there's no connection to your past.

Uh...

Henry?

Uh, there's a chance I might have kept some photos

in a box in the closet, family records.

From your old life?

Yeah.

Oh Jesus, Henry.

Okay, so either we have a home invader

who took every valuable item in the house

and just happened to get a box

that will mean nothing to him, or...

someone made it look like a robbery to confirm

your real identities.

By the way, pack up.

For how long?

Criminal coincidence, a couple days.

Anything to do with Carson Miller,

you're looking at new names, new life, new town,

all over again.

Guys, it shouldn't take long.

Clothes are out, chop-chop.

Carson Miller, last spotted in Bolivia.

Baltimore FBI thinks he's still the boss,

running things from down there.

Wow, gone seven years,

ruling by pure fear from another hemisphere.

I'd love to have power like that some day.

But wouldn't you rather that power

came from love, not from fear?

I don't even understand the question.

Henry's uncle Neal seems to have stayed

in the family business,

six arrests, no convictions.

Are we... are we out of paper?

You're out of both three hole punch and regular.

I never thought I'd say this, but I think I miss Eleanor.

FBI seriously hired her to be an analyst?

That's almost like a real job.

Hey, do analysts get guns?

You better hope not,

she's about as big into forgiveness as you are.

So Henry and Claudia seemed a bit weird, huh?

They were freaked out from the break in.

Maybe, or...

- Don't sing the song. - I love me some song.

The rule is the song can only be invoked

when you are proven right.

Yeah, I know.

Wow, Stan, opening day at Ascot?

I have a meeting with Allison Pearson.

The newly appointed U.S. Marshal for our district.

Right, right, the political hack

who licked D.C. butt like a creamsicle

so she could tell actual Marshals how to do a job

she can't comprehend, let alone be in charge of.

That Allison Pearson.

You two are gonna be gone all day, right?

No, but it's okay.