In Plain Sight

Test... uno, dos, tres.

Um, can I get a little more monitor, please?

You got it.

Hey, Craig.

I didn't know the label was coming out tonight.

The set's about to start, so I'll cut to the chase.

We're concerned about Lita.

You gotta be kidding me. The deal just closed. Craig.

I mean, the band kicked ass in London.

Lita was amazing.

She was amazing. Is.

Our concerns are less creative than personal.

The partying, what went down at the Dorchester.

I don't know what you heard, but everything's cool, really.

Look, Sage, Lita's awesome.

She's ten seconds from putting Avril out to pasture.

I'd hate for things to blow up

just 'cause her mom didn't keep her in line.

You tell the label to...

- What's going on? - Nothing.

What'd he say?

Mom, words.

Just some stupid rumors about London.

London?

- Mom, those aren't rumors. - Lita, don't start.

Mom, it's between me and the label, okay?

You're 16 years old and I'm the mother.

Mom, it's my career, not yours.

- I'll handle it myself. - Yeah, fine.

You can start right now.

Mom!

Mom!

Dude, the set's about to start.

Max, Jesus. One minute.

[Voices shouting in distance]

Look, it's all there!

You messed with the wrong guys, homie.

Where's my money, ese?

Max! Max! Max, open then door!

Yo, that bitch saw us, man!

- Hey! - Max, open the door!

Handle her, man! Get her!

Hey, come here!

We gotta bounce, dog!

We got you now.

Let's go.

Mountain States Adoption Agency. can I help you?

I'm fine. Just tell Stan I'll be in after lunch.

Another "ob-gine" appointment?

No, and for the last time, it's Ob/Gyn.

"Ob-gine." Who says that?

I'm at the, you know—

I'm at the agency.

So any word from Mark?

Yeah, he said, um, you know,

he's fine with whatever I decide, baby-wise,

as long as there's no responsibility on his end.

He said that? Those words?

That was the implication.

You didn't tell him, did you?

Technically, no, but if I had,

trust me, that would have been the implication.

Sounds like a stand-up guy.

I'm sure he's the same old dick.

Uh, okay. Well, that's funny, Dick. Okay.

Yeah. I'll call you later. Okay.

Bye, Dick.

That was just my friend, Dick.

- You must be Mary. - Yeah.

Mrs. Anders, your placement counselor.

- Shall we? - Sure.

I'll just follow you in there, then.

Okay.

Well, you do make an impression.

Attractive, college-educated,

a law enforcement officer in perfect physical health.

Oh, wow. I mean, I don't know about perfect.

On the phone, you seemed pretty sure about making an adoption plan,

but before we get too far down the road,

are you sure about this?

Uh, am I in the right office?

I have to ask.

I spend my days across from frantic teenagers, crying on the couch.

Oh, well, luckily,

I'm neither frantic nor a teenager.

It's just important to make sure adoption is the right choice

for you and for your child.

Well, um, I've thought about it a lot—

you know, about all the different choices—

and I just know this is the right one

for everyone involved.

Good.

At some point, we'll need the father

to sign the waiver of parental rights.

I suspect that won't be a problem.

Meanwhile...

You're assigning homework?

Profiles of potential adoptive families.

Photos, statements about who they are,

why they're choosing adoption.

Wow.

Wow, this is—

Empowering?

Surreal.

The idea is to find an ideal match for you and your child.

I've narrowed it to ten,

and if none of these works, we'll look at others.

So then, I choose the baby's family?

You do, and choose wisely.

Your child's future may very well be

right there in your hands.

Teenagers do this?

Every day.

Who knew this many people owned a canoe?

- - No. No, no, no.

No one's this perfect. They're hiding something.

Mary, you're working with a fairly reputable agency,

- I think it's safe to say. - Yeah. Get a load of this.

Fifth grade teacher and her attorney husband?

Right. Like I'm buying that.

I mean, if you think I'm gonna let some sleazebag con jobs

like "The Templetons" get their mitts on this,

not on my watch, mister.

Mary, good news about those vacation days you've got coming.

Yeah, I'm rolling those into my maternity leave.

Oh, roll 'em in all you want, but I'm gonna give you

an extra couple days now, call it a bonus.

Thanks, but now is not the best time

for me to take off, so—

Mary, you haven't had a day off in months. That's no good!

Even if you weren't, you know,

Like—

- He can't say it. - Fun to watch him try.

Mary, you have to relax, okay?

It's not an opinion. It's a medical fact.

Look, I do not need to relax. I'm fine.

Yes, maybe my feet are swelling up,

I'm walking around on a couple of Christmas hams,

and I might be a tiny bit irritable.

- Never. - But I'm not an invalid, okay?

Do you know what my ancestors did when they were pregnant?

Double-fisted whiskey while cultivating tater tots.

They never even left the fields.

They just pushed those suckers out their hoo-has

and kept on plowing.

They also died toothless at 28.

Marshall, not helping.

Mary, not a request. Go home.

Come on.

Shut up.

It's "preggist" is what it is,

and yes, I just made up that word.

You can't just order someone to relax.

Yeah, what kind of tyrant does that?

One looking to get bitch-slapped by Gloria Allred,

that's what kind.

He's here. I'll call you back.

No. No. No, no, no.

Come on, I don't even like dogs,

and I'm five seconds from calling the Humane Society.

I swear, I just went in to get treats and a collar,

but how could I resist? I mean, he's a perfect little Bumblebee.

I mean, look at him.

I am looking at him.

I asked you to dog-sit, Brandi.

That means feed him, walk him, let him crash on your couch.

I mean, God, even on Halloween, who does that?

Okay, think about it as practice for the baby.

Okay, I'm just gonna keep saying this till it sinks in.

I'm not keeping the baby.

Are you absolutely, positively sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Look, adoptive families.

- I have to pick. - Huh?

No, I do.

Okay, that's not the royal "I".

I have to go, anyway.

- Aw, you do? - Yeah.

- Shame. - C´mon, Oscar. Come on, boy.

Hey, has Stan come to his senses about the mandated time off,

Sadly, there's nothing to support your claim

of "preggism" in the workplace.

- He's standing right there? - True.

But I have a solution that should make you both happy.

Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

Got a witness out near Las Cruces, Carlos Ramirez.

Sounds familiar. He the hubcap thief?

DOJ saw it as a little more involved than that,

but yes, he worked in car accessories.

We have a message from his family that needs delivering,

and Carlos and his phone aren't exactly

on speaking terms right now.

He goes off the grid every so often.

So you want me to drive out there

and deliver the message in person?

Official WITSEC business.

You'd be on the clock the whole time.

Hello?

- Did she bite? - I think so.

She just hung up without a sarcastic comment.