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Well, I guess
you're gonna take that job.

Well, I'd have to consider it,
wouldn't I?

I didn't think
it would happen like this.

I talked to that
Wall Street guy.

And?

I turned him down.

Just thought
I'd stick around

and see what opportunities
opened up.

Well, I-I think that's smart.

You know, you have a lot
of potential.

Hmm.

I think I'll take that
as a compliment.

Agh!

Have you seen my keys?

You know you don't have to go.

Please listen to me.

You weren't invited.

It's not a good idea.

I have to go.

Rob...

It'll be okay.
I promise.

I'll be back in a few.

Call me when you leave?

I will.

MAN:
Kyle leaving so early

fills our hearts
with sadness,

and perhaps even anger.

We may want to seek
vengeance, but that is

not what Kyle would want,
and that is not

why we are here today.

We come together

to honor the dead,

and to find love

and support in the living.

We are here to remember Kyle

for the man he was
and how he touched

each and every one of us.

Let's all bow our heads.

Let us pray.

Our Father,

who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done

on earth
as it is in heaven...

The services lasted
till 10:00 a.m.

After, we held the reception
in the Friendship Hall.

So, no one on your staff
reported any problems?

No. Here's the
guestbook.

Okay.

Now, did you, uh, see this man
at the service?

Uh, he looks familiar,

but I don't know.
I'm not sure.

Okay, I'm gonna need to speak
with everyone on your staff

to see if they saw him.

Absolutely. We don't
want any problems.

Thank you.

Any luck?

No. Actually, I don't think
there's much luck around here.

That's not funny.

All right, anyway,

I got some information
on our missing person.

Rob Simms is the COO
of a company

that charters
private jets.

He was attending a funeral for
one of his mechanics that died

in a fire.
What happened?

Apparently,
he was doing

some routine maintenance

on one of the company's jets
when a fire broke out,

and some of the employees think
that Rob's to blame.

As a matter of fact,
Rob got into

a shouting match
with one of them--

a guy named Dale Kinecki.

Yeah, he's right here.
He was at the funeral.

How many people signed
that guestbook?

Uh... say about 40?
I don't know.

Maybe Kinecki got a little help
from his friends.

I shouldn't have let him go
to the funeral.

Did you have any reason
to think

there would be some trouble?

It was just

a very emotional situation,

and I thought it would be better
if he stayed home.

You know, a staff member at
the mausoleum saw Dale Kinecki

following Rob away
from the funeral service.

Do you have any idea
if Rob had a problem with him?

Problem? No.

Rob... Rob hired Dale.

They've worked together
for seven years.

Well, he blames your fiancé
for the death of that mechanic.

That accident
wasn't Rob's fault.

If the CEO orders cutbacks,

it's Rob's job
to implement them. That's all.

JACK:
Whose fault

did Rob think it was?

That's what I tried
to get him to tell me.

Wow.

You... really know
how to seduce a girl.

Those 1,445 guys think

they can hide
their malt beverages from me?

Nobody hides nothing

from Mr. Rob Bob Simms.

Did something happen
with the lawyers today?

Nope.

The way they see it,

it's not the company's fault.

And that is what they want me
to say to the NTSB.

Did they ask you to lie?

Rob, I'm
being serious.

If they asked you
to do something

that you don't want to do...

No. Of course
they didn't ask me to lie.

They just don't want
the whole truth.

Spence, the lawyers,

everybody just wants me to say
it's just another...

unfortunate workplace accident.

And it can't be that for you?

Not this time.

I brought him home
to sleep it off,

and the next day, he woke up

and said
it was just an aberration,

and that he'd start going back
to meetings.

What kind
of substance abuse problem

are we talking about here?

He had a drug problem
as a teenager,

but he's been sober
for 12 years.

JACK:
What did he mean
when he said,

not this time?

Had there been a similar
incident at the company before?

I asked him what he meant,
but he wouldn't answer me.

The next morning,
he went to the NTSB hearing.

What did he tell them?

I don't know.

You'll have to ask his boss.

That's the Spence he mentioned?

Yeah. Spence Liccardi.

He was there at the deposition.

Okay.

Thank you.

JACK:
Let me call you
a little bit later,

and we can deal with it then.

Okay. Okay.

If Rob was feeling guilty,

and went on a bender,
I can't find

any proof of it
in his financial records.

You know, it would be
so much easier

for us to solve cases

if drug dealers
would just accept credit cards.

Yes.

I'm gonna check around.

I'm gonna see
if anyone saw anything

that made them think
he was falling off the wagon.

Uh, Samantha, uh...

Are you, uh...

Are you doing anything tonight?

Well...

I thought that
I would, um,

you know, pick up some Chinese
and come over and...

I told you my mom was in town
all week to see the baby, right?

Yes, you did. I've just
been in denial about it.

Rain check?

Absolutely.

Hey.

Did you get the video
of the NTSB hearing yet?

It's downloading.

Okay, well, maybe these
employees are right

about Simms's culpability
for this fire.

Yeah. He could be
covering up for someone.

Either way, he's not dealing
with the guilt very well.

Here we go.

MAN:
We will now convene
the NTSB hearing

with regard to Mr. Robert Simms.

And, Mr. Simms, where were you
on the date of the incident?

In my office.

When I heard the alarm,
I ran to the hangar,

but it was too late.

I'm referring
to my notes.

It says here

that the company believes

the chief mechanic

was responsible for the fire.

That would be the mechanic
who perished

in the fire?

Yes. Kyle Ryan.

And why do you believe
he was at fault?

Um...

what I said is
what's in the report.

I'm aware
of your statement, Mr. Simms.

I'd like to hear it
in your own words.

Do you believe

your chief mechanic
was at fault?

No.

I'd like to ask for a recess.

Let's talk.

Whose fault
do you believe it was?

Mine.

It was my fault.

Mr. Simms!

SIMMS:
I have to go.

Rob, get back here!

MARTIN:
You know, it appears

you were quite upset
that day, Mr. Liccardi.

Rob was very erratic that day.

Honestly, I was caught
off-guard by what he said.

Why

The accident happened because

an undetected electrical fire
triggered the ignition fuel.

It was not Rob's fault.

But his claims would expose you
to lawsuits

from the family of the deceased.

Correct?
Yes, they would.

Well, in that case,

that gives you motive
to keep him quiet.

I didn't do
anything to Rob.

Yeah, but you ordered
the cutbacks

that he believed
caused the fire.

Is that correct?

The cutbacks had nothing
to do with it.

Well, not according
to Dale Kinecki.

He blamed Rob for the fire.

And the last call
he made on his cell was to you.

Now, look, Mr. Liccardi,

you may or may not have anything
to do with Rob's disappearance,

but one thing I know for sure:
your company is in trouble.

And the last thing you want

in your life right now
is the FBI.

I may be able to help you
in one aspect.

This where you'll
find Dale Kinecki.

He's working
at the Trenton-Mercer Airport.

I sent him there
a couple days ago

to calm his ass down.

You sure it wasn't to hide him?

Well, I'd look pretty stupid
giving him up to you now,

wouldn't I?
You said it.

Okay, where
is Rob Simms?

I don't know.

Why didn't you say that
to the cops that found you?

They had bad manners.

You know, you can go straight
to the holding cell

if you want to.

You want to do that?

Because if you're
actually innocent,

I think it's a better idea
if you talk to me.

Last I saw Rob,
I just wanted to let him know

I wasn't about to forget
what happened.

Hey!

You got a lot of sack
showing up here.

I just...

I just wanted
to pay my respects.

Well, it's a little late
for that.

Maybe if you hadn't
worked Kyle like a dog,

he'd still be here.

Look, I want to make up for it.

How

I will see to it that
his family is taken care of.

But I need something from you.

From me?

Really?

You'll get money for it.

Ten grand.

And what exactly
do you want for ten grand?

You're working
for Trans Charter, right?

Yeah.
I need you to get me
on a plane to L.A.,

but I don't

want my name on the manifest.

Ten grand?

That's right.

I'll see what I can do.

I don't suppose

he told you why he didn't want
his name on the manifest?

No.

And for ten grand,

I wasn't asking
a lot of questions.

All right.

Special Agent Taylor.
Hey, I just got
off the phone

with Trans Charter Air.

They confirmed that a passenger
matching Rob's description

flew to L.A. yesterday.

You know, the company
has their planes

built in Long Beach,
California.

Maybe Rob knew his
company was at fault,

so he was looking
for evidence

without his CEO
tripping to it.

Or he's the one
who's at fault,

and he just wanted
to get out of Dodge

before he got arrested.

Hey. Did you get anything
off the ping?

When we focused the phone
tracking on the West Coast,

we got a hit on his cell phone
in South L.A.

LAPD recognized
the location

as a known crack house.

I've got a satellite link
with LAPD.

We're going live now.

Smile, Rob.

You're on Candid Camera.

You summoned?

Yes, I did.
Um...

How long is your mother
staying in town?

A week, I've told you that,
like, six times, Jack.

You comfortable with her
looking after the baby?

Uh, well, I hadn't
really ever... why?

Well, uh,
I'm going to get to that.

Um, Tech has been looking
through Rob Simms' computer,

and they checked the
browser and the history.

And it seems
that he has been

conducting
an extensive search

for a guy named
Roger Davis.

Okay.

Well, Roger Davis was
with the LAPD,

then he retired to Jersey.

What does this have
to do with my mother and Finn?

LAPD.

All roads lead back
to La-La Land.

Okay, so you're asking me
to go to Los Angeles.

I'm asking us to go
to Los Angeles.

Do you have any idea
how that would look, Jack?

Like two colleagues
investigating a case.

"Two colleagues"?

I could invite some others
if you want.

No, you and me is fine.

SAMANTHA:
The most boring car
the US government can provide.

A convertible's no good for you.

You'll get sunburn.
Bad for your skin.

Yeah, but good for our soul.

Uh-huh.

Where are we staying tonight?

Some motel chain down
by the airport.

The paperwork is in the car.

The room is reserved.
"Room"?

Well, you know,
with the government cutbacks

and everything...

I'm kidding, kidding.

Rooms, plural.
Just checking.

His name's Roger Davis.

I'm sorry,
he doesn't look familiar.

Why would my brother

be talking
to a police detective?

I don't know.

When did you say
he came back to L.A.?

Last night.

I've never seen that guy.

Or that one.

What do they have
to do with my son?

Well, we found Rob's
driver's license in a crack den.

We know he used to have
a drug problem.

Do you think he might be

using again?

I really don't anything
about what he's up to.

Robby's been clean
since he left town.

You're sure?

No.

I guess not.

When was the last time
that you saw him?

Couple of months ago.

We had coffee
at the Santa Monica Airport.

He was in town buying
some jets for his company.

He seemed perfectly fine.

How long since you've seen him?

It's been years.

And why is that?

We don't get along.

Never did, really.

I think he "bristled"

is the nice way
to say it,

at my parenting style.

Uh-huh. So you were a hard-ass.

When my son was younger,

he was a screw-up.

I felt like I had
to put my foot down.

When Rob comes to town,

he calls,
but he doesn't come over.

And that's because of the
relationship with your father.

Yeah.

When was the last time
he actually called you?

Last week.

He asked about some boxes of his
we had in the attic,

but I'd thrown them out.

Do you know what
he was looking for?

No. They were from his old room,

so I just figured
he'd gotten sentimental.

Do you think
it has anything to do

with why he came back to L.A.?

It's possible.

Can you think of any reason why
he might come to Los Angeles?

No.

Um, you can call me
if you think of anything,

if you have
any questions.

Rob's a good man.

I'm sure he is.

Okay, thanks.

One of the L.A. suspects

claims that he found
Rob's bag in the street.

Just lying there?

That's what he says.
Who knows?

Anyway, LAPD is going to focus
their canvass in that area.

All right,
well, that cop

Rob was hunting down is being
taken to Interview 1.

Maybe he'll tell us the truth.

I love it
when you get optimistic.

Did you know Mr. Simms

from when you
lived in L.A.?
No.

I'd never seen the guy
until a few days ago.

Then why did he contact you?

Double homicide.

Happened back
in '92, '93.

Couple.

Both stabbed to death
in their own home.

Names were Bill
and Emily Jackson.

They lived out
in the Hancock Park area of L.A.

Their daughter

found them.

I thought he was

one of those
junior detective types,

the kind that are obsessed
with unsolved cases.

But there was
a little more to it.

So... you never
had any good suspects?

The papers had it right.

We had a few
in the beginning,

but we never got
any real traction.

The murders were 15 years ago.

Why the interest now?

I, uh...

I used to live in L.A.

And I think I might have
seen something.

What'd you see?

I'm not sure.
Well, tell me

what you know and I'll help you
figure out if it's relevant.

I'm not ready to do that yet.

I want to make sure
that I'm right.

How are you going to do that?

I kept a notebook.

I just want to get it
and make sure

that I'm remembering
everything correctly.

Look...

Here's the name
of a detective

still working
for the LAPD.

He was a patrolman
working on the case.

Call him whenever you're ready.

I will.

Why didn't you come forward
15 years ago?

I wanted to pretend
it never happen.

But something recently
stirred up some memories.

Whoever did that
to those people,

it wasn't right.

I know.

I checked with my friend
on the force.

He never called.

So your suspects,
um, not enough proof,

or just threads
that didn't pan out?

The latter.

Whoever did it was invisible,

at least as far as
we were concerned.

Did he ever call you again?

That was it.

I'll tell you, he had his facts
down about the case.

He had done his homework.

I'm just saying
that if we had GPS,

we would have gotten
here 20 minutes ago.

What, men don't
ask directions?

That is a cliché
that is beneath you.

You got lost.
If you say so.

You got lost.

Special Agent Malone, FBI.

This is Special Agent Spade.

This is Gil.

He saw your guy.

Hi, Gil.

I didn't do anything.

Why don't you tell me something
that makes me believe that, Gil.

I was collecting empties.

MAN:
Get in the car.

Just get in the car.
I know what this is about.

I'm not doing this...
Turn around.

Hey, hey, hey.
Now get in the car.

All right,

all right, all right.

He left the backpack there.

I just took the cash.

I mean, if I didn't grab it,
someone else would have.

That's true.

Thanks for your time, Gil.

Excuse us.

I have a feeling
whoever took Rob,

it wasn't the L.A.
welcome wagon.

Well, somebody didn't want him
poking around in that murder.

Davis didn't recognize
the sketch

of the guy who pulled Rob
off the street.

I'm not surprised,
considering LAPD had

no real suspects for the murder.

But I'm not buying
that this guy's not connected

to the whole thing.

But what's motivating this guy
to come forward after 15 years?

Guilt over the dead mechanic?

Oh, come on.

I know it's very Psych 101,
but it's the best I got.

Okay, LAPD faxed over
the case summary

and police reports
from the Jackson murders.

Who found them?
The daughter.

She came back
from a sleepover

and the back door was open.

Now, a ten-inch knife
was missing.

from the Jackson's kitchen set,

which is consistent
with their wounds.

The police labeled it

a robbery gonewrong.

The killer tried
to clean up his path

in and out of the house,

so he was concerned
about getting caught.

He certainly
didn't want

to leave any witnesses.

The wife has knife wounds
to her back.

The killer definitely
chased her down.

They get any
good forensics?

The husband had a piece
of torn T-shirt in his hand.

The DNA sample didn't match
anyone in the database

or any of their acquaintances.

DANNY:
Hmm. So the
question here is:

Can we tie Simms or anybody
he knows to the dead couple?

That's why I made copies.

Great.

Hey, Ma,
it's Samantha.

I'm calling to check on Finn,
see how he's doing.

Um, hope he got
into his bath okay.

I just, uh...

You know, why don't
you just call me?

Okay, bye.

Hey.
Hey.

LAPD is releasing
a photo of Simms,

at all the divisions
and substations,

along with an alert
about the murder.

Anybody that knows anything
has to call us.

So what? We're just gonna...
wait?

Well, we could drive around.

You know, L.A. is
400 square miles.

We'll hit something eventually.

What are we doing here, Jack?

We're, you know, um...

standing here in L.A.,

waiting for somebody to tell us
where to go.

As a metaphor, that's fine;
as an answer, it stinks.

Then I would go
with the metaphor.

You didn't bring me 3,000 miles
to drink bad coffee

and wait around.

Probably not.

You know how I feel
about you, right?

How I've always felt about you?

And the truth is,
before I had a baby,

it would've been fine for us
to come here

and have a... a good time.

But our good time
always ends up messy

and it's too hard
to pick up the pieces.

I'm not trying to make it hard.

I need stability, consistency...

I don't even need it.

My child needs it.

Don't answer that.

Look, two seconds,
you can call him back.

Let's finish this conv...

Hello?

Jack, the dead couple's daughter
lives about a quarter-mile

from where Simms was abducted.

What's the address?

That would be

1850 Sixth Street.

Her name is Ali Jackson.

Okay.

Yes, he was here, but I have
no idea where he is now.

I believe that Rob Simms
came here to talk to you

about your parents.

I don't want to talk
about that anymore.

There's been too much talking.

You know,
I understand

that this is very
difficult for you,

but we've got
to find this guy.

He's got family and friends
who are home worried

and waiting for him.

Anything you can tell us
will help.

It's funny...

they always stop by,

thinking they're doing me
a favor.

I don't want
to stir things up.

Then why are you here?

I might have information
that you'd want to know.

Every couple of months,
some crackpot like you,

reads about it on
the Internet and shows up.

What's your spin?

Aliens did it?

The Zodiac Killer?

I don't have a spin.

Then leave me alone.

Why won't all of you
leave me alone?

I... I just wanted to help.

I'm-I'm sorry. I...

Help?

Find the guy
who murdered my parents

and kill him yourself.

Save me sitting
through a trial.

I went in
and called Detective Wells.

When I looked outside again,

the guy was gone.

Detective Wells?

Yeah. He had called me
that morning.

He told me that
someone might stop by

to talk about my parents,
and he asked me to call him

if they did.
Is that the guy?

I don't know.

We never met.

He just called
that one time.

Okay. We're going to need
the number that you called.

Does this... really have
something to do with my parents?

The truth is, we don't know yet,

but as soon as we do,
I promise you,

we'll let you know.

So there is no Detective Wells
in the LAPD.

But, listen,
the number she called

belongs to an Ed Wells,
and he looks exactly

like the sketch we have
of the man who took Rob.

He is an ex-con.

He did time for armed robbery,

and he's been out on the streets
for 17 years.

That doesn't mean
he's clean.

It just means
he hasn't been caught.

How did Ed Well know
that Simms was in L.A.?

I mean, did you find any contact
between the two of them?

Uh, not between them,

but I pulled several months
of phone records

and Wells talks to Rob's father

almost every day.

Thank you.

Ed loves Rob.

I've got witnesses
who say otherwise.

They must've seen it wrong.

Ed practically raised
my brother.

When Robb had his drug troubles,

Ed took him in and got him
straightened out.

Oh, tough love.

Must be something
he learned in prison.

Ed did his time.

When he got out of prison,
my dad gave him money

to start a landscaping business.

He's had no trouble
ever since.

Where's your father now?

I don't know.

He left not long after
you were here.

After Ed called?

Yes.

Do you know
what they talked about?

Your brother is in town,
claiming to know

something about
a 15-year-old murder.

Ed Wells took him
off the street,

we think to keep him quiet.

So unless you want Rob
to end up dead,

you should start
telling us what you know.

Rob said something...
a long time ago.

But he was so screwed up,

I just assumed
that he was lying.

NEWSMAN:
And while they have no suspects
in the slaying so far,

authorities are quick
to point out,

that the investigation
is ongoing...

I'm watching it.

It's gross.

Let's play a video game
or something.

I want to watch it.
Why?

Do you know where Dad was
the other night?

The other night
those people died?

What does it matter?

He just...

He said something strange.

Wake up.

What?

Leave me alone.
Get up.

What is wrong with you?

I want you to listen to me
and listen hard.

If anyone asks you
where you were last night,

you were with me, here.

You got it?

Who's gonna ask me about...?

Just... Just do
what I tell you.

Now go upstairs.

Fine. I was with you.

It's weird, right?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

God, he's acting crazy,
and I saw blood,

it was on his
shirt. I did.
Dad didn't do anything!

But what if he did,
shouldn't we let someone know?

What goes through your
drugged-up brain

that makes you hate us so much.

I don't hate you.

Watch whatever you want.

Rob was always so angry at Dad.

I just figured he was trying
to get back at him

for something.

Did he ever mention it again?

No.

He went to live with Ed
a couple weeks later.

Did your father have
any connection

with the murdered
couple?

Not that I know of.

Excuse me.

Why would he do anything
to them?

I don't know.

Spade.

Uh, okay.

We'll be right there.

LAPD just picked up
her father and Ed Wells.

Rob was not with them.

All right, which one
do you want?

Murdering father?

Or kidnapping best friend?

How about I take
whoever's telling the truth.

All right.
Rock, paper, scissors.

JACK:
That's okay. we got it.

You know, it takes a
pretty special friend

to cover up a murder
that you committed.

Neither one of us
would hurt my son.

Mm.

So what is it about
having Rob abducted

that makes you
innocent exactly?

He came to L.A. to confront you
about the Jacksons, correct?

He was at the house
this morning.

You killed those people.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

You killed those people and you
wanted me to lie about it.

You were screwed up
back then, Rob.

We were watching TV
the night those folks died.

When did we ever watch TV
together?

Nothing good can come
from dredging up the past.

Yes, it can.

I can finally leave you behind.

You don't know
what you're talking about, son.

Well, then I'll go find out.

All right, I'll talk to people,

and I'll find out what
exactly I'm remembering.

Rob! Just...

For your own sake,

don't ask any more questions.

Just... let it go.

I tried.

I've been running from your lie

half my life.

But I'm not lying for you
or anyone.

Not anymore.

And I never saw him after that.

But you had Ed
pick him up, right?

Yes.

Why is that?

Because you murdered
the Jackson couple?

They were landscape clients
of Ed's.

He talked about how rich
they were.

I needed money.

The house was dark.

I didn't think
they were home.

Things got out of hand.

Oh, you think?

You only stabbed them 15 times.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

Ed, Charlie's already confessed.

Listen, I get it,
he's your friend.

You wanted to stop Rob
from talking.

So when Charlie
sent you after him,

you did what you had to.

It's not that simple.

Nothing ever is.

But I can tell you
this for sure.

LAPD has crime scene DNA
in the freezer.

They are going
to convict him.

So you have a choice:

Keep protecting Charlie,
or start protecting yourself.

Charlie didn't do anything.

Look, I'm sorry
about the gun, Rob.

But I need you
to listen to me.

You gotta stop
asking questions.

I know you feel indebted
to him, Ed,

because of all he's done
for you.

But he killed those people.

What's in the past
should stay there.

Yeah, that's what my dad said.

And he's right.

People like their daughter,
we need to let them move on.

I don't want to hurt her,

but I've got to go
to the police.

Don't do that.

I can't keep quiet

any longer.

Stop. Look, I'm telling you,
he didn't do it.

How can you be sure?!

Huh?!

How can you be sure?!

Because you did it.

You killed them.

:
What?

What do you mean?

You were high on PCP.

You helped me with
their landscaping job.

When you came home,
covered in blood...

...you were talking
about the rich people.

Your dad knew
something...

horrible had
happened.

So he cleaned it up.

And when he was sure that you
didn't remember a thing,

he sent you to live with me.

He knew he hadn't been the
father that you deserved.

He just...

wanted you to have a chance
to turn your life around.

I...

I killed them?

I killed them.

You're a
good man.

You weren't yourself.

Get out.

No, Rob, let's just go home...

Just get out!

Rob, don't do this.
Get out.

Don't do this, Rob.

Rob!

Rob!

Rob!

Rob!

I called Charlie
right away and...

we looked everywhere
we could think of,

but we couldn't find him.

We're going to need
a nationwide APB.

Hey.

Lifeguard found this
inside a pair of shoes,

along with keys to a truck

and a money clip
with about $200 in it.

Suicide note.

Truck in the parking lot?

Yeah. It's the one
from the APB.

Okay, thanks.

Looks like he decided to take
a long swim until he got tired.

"For what I have done,
there can be no forgiveness."

That's a...

That's a hard way to go.

Mm-hmm.

*

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I kind of like Los Angeles.

I don't know what it is.

There's something
sort of peaceful about it.

Yeah, it could be the fact
that everybody here
goes to bed at 8:30.

Yeah, well,
at least it's warm.

It's, like, 40 degrees
back in New York.

Hey, cold helps slow down
the aging process.

Would you like to try
some of this?

Come here.

Ready?

Um...

I really want this to work.

I would like to be all the
things that you need me to be.

But there's a lot
of stuff in my life

that I need to clear up.

Apparently my daughter
has been acting up.

She's got a boyfriend
her mother hates,

and she got caught
smoking pot.

Mm.

So we decided that, uh,

Hannah should come and live
with me in New York for a while.

Change of scenery.

It scares the crap out of me.

Every time somebody I care about
relies on me,

I just shut down.

You can do anything
that you set your mind to.

That's the the
sunstroke talking.

No. No.

What if I screw it up?

You won't.

You can't.

You have to figure it out
this time, Jack,

because...

your daughter's
depending on you.

And for you and your son.

Yeah, there's that.