All language subtitles for Moonlighting S02E14 (1986) WEB-DL 1080p [Ukr_Eng] [Hurtom]_Track04

- Good evening.
I'm Madelyn Hayes.
- And I'm David Addison.

You know, we have been
so busy the past few months
doing this show

that there's been no time
to thank all the people
who keep writing in.

Right.
So first of all, thank you.

Second of all, in most cases,
there hasn't been

a whole lot of time
to write back, either.

We feel badly about this.

So we thought we'd
take a few moments

at the start of the show to
answer some of these letters.

- Right-o.
So who's gonna go first?
- I don't know.

Okay. I'll go first.

"Dear David,
I read somewhere

that you and Maddie were going
to kiss and have a big affair.

Is this true?

If it is, can you tell me
so I can set my VCR?

Signed, Sally Young."

Well, Sally, uh...

I don't know
if it's true or not.

Um, see,
I'm a television character,

and I only know what's
gonna happen tonight.

And I do know that
we don't kiss tonight.

Uh, as a matter of fact,
I don't know when
we're gonna kiss

or if we're ever gonna
kiss at all. Sorry.

Maddie?

"Dear Maddie,
when are you going to

smarten up
and get it on with David?

M. Zimmerman."

Well, M., I don't know.
You said not tonight?

Nope. Definitely not.
I read the script. Not tonight.

Well, there you go.
Not tonight. David?

"Dear Dave,

you and Maddie seem
so attracted to each other.

My friends and I were wondering
if she-- you and she
were ever going to..."

- I don't want to
do this anymore.
- You don't?

No. I feel stupid.

Look, I know we should kiss.
You know we should kiss

They know we should kiss.
What are we waitin' for?

But it's not
in the script.

Come here.

- What?
- I don't know.

- Something's wrong?
- Well...

- It isn't working
for you, is it?
- No. Quite frankly, it isn't.

It really isn't working
for me, either. Can we kill
the lights, please?

Lights!

David, I'm sorry, but this
is not the way I imagined it.

- It isn't?
- It isn't.

Oh.

I always
thought it would be

at the end of the show.
You know.

And that there'd be
romantic lighting and music.

Really?
- I mean, this is not
the way I imagined it.

It's not the way
they imagined it.
Is this the way you imagined it?

Well, I'm just
not as fussy as you are
about these things.

Lights.
Lights!

David, I'm sorry.

I-- I would just feel more
comfortable if we waited.

Waited?

- How long?
- I don't know how long.

Maybe this season.
Maybe next.

Next!

I don't want to
be rushed.

Keep those cards
and letters comin', folks.

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing their
own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪

Someone's coming!

♪ Hi, everybody,
I'm Archie Bell & The Drells ♪

♪ Of Houston, Texas,
and we not only sing ♪

♪ But we dance just as good
as we walk-- unh! ♪

♪ And in Houston, we just
thought of a new dance ♪

♪ Called the
"Tighten Up"-- unh! ♪

♪ This is the music
we tighten up with-- unh! ♪

♪ Tighten up now-- ooh,
but don't you get too tight ♪

♪ Tighten up now ♪

♪ But don't you get
too tight ♪

Oops. Sorry.
I must be in the wrong--
Mr. Addison?

Miss DiPesto?

Wow.

Is that really you,
Mr. Addison?

That's not necessary, Agnes.
I'm off duty.

Mr. Addison,
I had no idea.

We've known that for
a while now, Miss DiPesto.

- Miss Hayes in her office?
- Want me to buzz her?

If anybody's gonna buzz
Miss Hayes, it's gonna be me.

♪ Now make it mellow,
wah, nah, nah ♪

Please rise.

Worked pretty good.

Let's all turn
the hymnals to page 138,

a little tune God wrote
called Louie Louie.

- My God.
- Look again, my dear.

Perhaps you are
a trifle confused.

- David, what happened to you?
- Solved the Pagano
divorce case.

- That's what happened to me.
- My goodness.

- You catch him
in the act?
- Better. Got his confession

in confession. And let me
tell you something.

We're talking 100-Hail-Mary
material here.

This guy was doin' more bangin'
than a screen door in a cyclone.

Looks like he did
a little banging on you.

This? This is nothing.
Just a product

of a little discussion over
confessor-confessee privilege.

Terrific! You're gonna look
terrific when my mother
and father get here.

I told the guy
you'd be upset.

Do I detect a small case
of nerves here?

- No.
- How about a six-pack?

Don't be silly.
They're my parents.
I've known them for 30 years.

- And then some.
- And then some. Here.

- A wet rag. How you.
- Cute.

- Call me David.
- Do us both a favor
and put that

- over your face, will ya?
- Will it help?

- It'll help me.
- So?

Listen.

I'm all ears.
Well, not all ears.

Can we not do this while
my parents are here?

- This?
- This!

This! This thing we do,
you and I.

Conversational Harry Caray.
I'd like to spare them that.

- You are nervous.
- Not nervous.

I'm anxious.
They're my parents.

- You know about parents.
- Not me.

I was raised in the woods
by wolves 'til I was 12.

Rescued by an ugly missionary
woman who found me buck naked.

I told her I wouldn't
go with her unless she
put some clothes on.

This isn't the kind of thing
you meant when you said,
"let's not," is it?

Maddie, don't worry.
I'm not gonna embarrass you.

- You leaving town?
- I'm leaving your office.

That's a start.
I don't suppose you
brought another suit.

Absolutely. It's in
the Court of Appeals.
My lawyer thinks

- we can sew it up there.
Go, "ba dum-bump."
- Ba dum--

- Father!
- Father?

Father.
No, Father.

Mother!

Maddie, Maddie.

I guess somebody didn't
buy your sermon, padre.

Well, Mom, Dad, this is,
uh, David. David Addison.

- The man who works with me.
- You work with a priest?

No, he's not a priest, Daddy.
That's a disguise.

- Mom, did you meet David?
- Mr. Addison.

Well, I-- I've heard
a great deal about you.

It's so nice to
finally meet you.

It's nice to finally
be met.

Uh, where'd you
get the shiner?

It's a long story, Daddy.

A long, ugly story.

Nonsense. Look, why don't
you and your mother

get reacquainted,
and Mr. Addison
will show me around?

Uh, you have a liquor cabinet
in your office, son?

- I don't know. Do I?
- You do.

But there's only
one scotch in it.

Well.

Well, would you like
to see my office?

- I'd love to.
- All right.

Oh, my goodness.

What do you think?

This almost makes up for
no grandchildren yet.

That's what I think.

I'm proud of you, Mom.
You were here almost
three minutes

before you said that.

Do all those people
work for you?

"Work" is a highly
subjective phrase.

So, tell me about this
wedding you're here for.

Oh, some, uh, man in your
father's office, and a...

stewardess, I think.
And she-- she lives out here,
and, uh...

well, any excuse to get out
of Chicago in the winter.

Dad looks great.

Yes, he does,
doesn't he?

Mom.

Is something wrong?

I'll be all right.

I'm just so happy
to see you again.

Oh. Oh, I'm so
happy to see you.

What is it, Mom?
Is something the matter?

No, no. I'll be
all right in a minute.

You're not sick,
are you?

Oh, no. No, no.
I'll be all right.

- Do you want me to get Dad?
- No.

No. I'm, uh...

I'm feeling
better now, really.

Uh, is there something
you'd like to talk about?

No, I-- I keep these
with me all the time now.

Sometimes I just lose control
of myself. Isn't that foolish?

Mom, what's wrong?

Wrong?
Nothing's wrong.

Something with Dad?

I don't know.

I wouldn't know.

We don't talk
very much anymore.

I don't believe that.

Well, I guess he figures I know
everything I need to know.

And, uh, the things
I don't know...

well, those aren't things
he wants to discuss anyway.

- What does that mean?
- Well, he's been
working late. A lot.

- He's always worked late.
- Well, he's preoccupied
all the time.

He's always been
preoccupied all the time.

I think there's
a woman at the office.

Dad?

I think she even followed us
down here to go to this wedding.

I don't believe
I just said that.

I don't believe you
just said that, Mom.
Do you know how ridiculous--

I wish I could get
that last minute back.

It doesn't bother me.

It really doesn't.

It doesn't.

Would you
look at that?

When she was 16 years of age,
cursing at her mother
like a sailor,

you would never have
believed that you'd
see a clinch like that.

Honey, have you
looked at the time?

We've hardly had
a chance to talk.

Talk later. We have
a wedding to dress for.

Look, how about dinner tomorrow
night at the hotel, huh?

The padre here can come
along too. What do you say?

Great.

Well, I think that
went pretty well.

I think maybe we're
gonna get that account

Try and contain your
excitement, Miss Hayes.

- I don't want that account.
- You don't want that account.

I don't want that account.
I have no interest in
doing employee checks

for a chain of
gun and ammo stores.

But Mr. Montezuma loves you.

Particularly a chain called

Montezuma's Revenge.

- I'm sorry.
- That's all right. Just figured
it must be your day of the week.

- I've got a problem.
- Don't look at me.

- I wasn't even
in town that month.
- It's my mother.

- Really? She doesn't
seem the type.
- David, I'm serious.

- I'm worried about my mother.
- Who, by the way, is okay.

- No, she's not.
- Well, like I always say,
if you can't agree, disagree.

She's really worried
about something.

All right.
Tell her I'm married.

And what's so sad
is that I know

the thing she's worried
about isn't even true.

- Isn't even true.
- Isn't even true.

Well, it seems silly for
your mother to be upset

- about something that
isn't even true.
- True.

- David, you've just
given me an idea!
- I have?

- You have. I'm gonna prove
to my mother she's wrong.
- Wrong?

- Wrong.
- Right.

I'm gonna make this
our next case.

I'm gonna prove to my mother,
beyond a shadow of a doubt,

that the supposition
she's proposing is absurd
and not worth supposing.

- Not worth supposing?
- Not worth supposing.

- This supposition
that she's proposing.
- Yes?

Do you think you could
do a little disclosing?

- Disclosing?
- Disclosing.

Maddie, just what is it
your mother's upset about?

Well?

Well...

In some ways,
it's so...

silly.

You met my father.

My mother thinks
he's having an affair.

- I'm sorry.
- For what?

- I don't know.
- There's nothing
to be sorry about.

You're right.
Hooray for your father.

- He's having an affair.
- No, he's not.

Right.
Then I'm not sorry...
I think.

What are you sorry about?
There's nothing
to be sorry about.

My father is not
having an affair.

Okay. Fine.

- You know that?
- What do you mean,
"Do I know that"?

I know my father.

Okay.
You know your father.

But do you know
your mother's husband?

What are you
suggesting?

I am suggesting that
this is a very delicate

and very private matter.

Take it from me, Father David,
the confession king.

David, take it from me.
My father adores my mother

- and would never do
anything to hurt her.
- You know that?

I know that. The only one who
doesn't know it is my mother,
and I'm gonna prove it to her.

What do you mean,
you're gonna prove it to her?

I'm going to conduct
an investigation of my father

and prove that he is
a faithful and loyal husband.

And how are you
gonna do that?

The same way you did with the
Pagano case. I'll follow him.

You're gonna follow
your own father? Yuck!

What do you mean,
"yuck"?

I mean, yuck,
you can't do that.

- Why?
- Why? Why?

I don't know why.
It's weird. It's--it's Oedipal.

- It can't be Oedipal.
I'm a girl.
- All right. Then it's Oedip-i.

Look. It's--it's strange.

What if you're wrong?
What if you see something?

It could scar your psyche
for life. A scarred psyche is

like a used Pinto. There's
nothing you can do with it.

David, get out of my way.
This is something I have to do.

- Why?
- Why? If you could have seen
the pain on my mother's face.

That doesn't mean you
have to do it. Hire somebody.
Hell, let me do it.

- You?
- Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm David Addison.

I'd like to be
your detective.

Well, I mean,
it's a personal thing.

It's not like you're sending
me out to buy your underwear.

I do this for a living.

Well...

That's nice of you.

I have my moments.

So?

- Do you have a preference
on the pictures?
- Excuse me?

Color, black and white,
smooth, satin finish?

You just couldn't let it
be nice, could you?

What can I say?

In English,
not much.

You're still welcome.

You're still thanked.

And they're off!

THE TEMPTATIONS
♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

Come on, Mr. Hayes,
let's see what you're made of.

♪ Wherever he laid his hat-- ♪

♪ Wherever he laid
his hat was his home... ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Hey, my man,
give me that paper, will ya?

Here.

Thanks.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone,
for sure ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

♪ Hey, Papa was
a rolling stone ♪

♪ Dadgum it ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat
was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Excuse me. Hi.
Um, a friend of mine and I

are here for a business meeting.
He just came over and
asked you for a room number.

Well, we went over to
the elevators, and I-- I guess
I wasn't paying attention.

'Cause all the sudden, the doors
closed, and I was on one side,
and he was on the other.

And all I know is the room
is on the fourth floor.

We do not give out the room
numbers of registered guests.

No, no, no. This guy's
not a hotel guest.

About six feet tall,
gray hair, went right
from here to the flower shop.

Mr. Hayes is a registered
guest in our hotel.

But if you wish to speak to him,
you'll have to use
the house phones.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Well, well, well, well ♪

♪ Wherever he laid
his hat was his home ♪

Alexander Hayes' room, please.

Hello?

Who is this?

Well, this is, um...

This is
the hotel garage. Uh...

Do you drive a late-model
Mercedes, Mr. Hayes?

This is
Alexander Hayes, right?

Can I have your
room number, please?

Okay, okay.
All right.

Uh, I'm afraid I got some pretty
bad news for you, Mr. Hayes.

Oh, no. Don't-- don't panic.
No, nothing to panic about.

After all, the hotel
assumes full responsibility.

I mean, hey, we're the ones
that smashed it into
the garage wall, right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, woo-hoo,
calm you. Calm you, Mr. Hayes.

I don't have to listen
to language like this, see?

Okay. Okay, fine.
You come down here.

Easy now! You don't
even know my mother.

Okay, good.

Good, man.
I'll be waiting for you, okay?

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid
his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

♪ All he left us was alone ♪

Yes?

I, uh...

I thought a friend of mine
was staying here.

Bad joke.

Bad joke.

9:20.

Early day.

I waited for you
as long as I could.

Did you miss me?

Sure. Your name again?

- So?
- So?

So say something.

Well...

I think your father is
a really good guy, you know?

What does that mean?

It means I think
your father's a good man.

And what does that mean?

It means
what it means.

Look me in the eye and tell me
you followed my father all day.

I did it, Maddie.

And?

I'm sorry.

Wooden nickel
for your thoughts.

Oh, you're right.

Wooden nickel ain't worth
what it used to be anyway.

Which reminds me.
You ever hear the one about

the prospector, the buffalo,
and the Indian?

You want to hear about it?

You know, I never
should have told you.

- David...
- Hayes speaks!

I just found out my father
is cheating on my mother.

- How would you have me act?
- I don't know.

Not like this.
Not like the world is ending.

- But it is for her.
- No. Not yet.

She only suspects.
She doesn't know.

Yes, but I have to tell her.

- You what?
- I have to tell her.

- Why?
- Why what?

Why do you have to tell her?

- Why?
- Why!

Because I'm her daughter.

Because...

it's the truth.

Because she's in pain.

Ah, I see.

And you telling her the truth is
gonna put her out of this pain.

I don't remember
opening up this discussion.

Just answer the question.

David, what would you
have me do?

- Don't tell her.
- Just don't tell her.

Just don't tell her.

I can't do that.

- That's lying.
- You're kidding!

I mean it, David.
I can't do that. That's lying.

What do you mean, you can't lie?

Everybody can lie.
It's one of those involuntary

functions of mammals.
Like breathing.

Eating ice cream
out of the container.
Reading in the bathroom.

- Be that as it may,
I do not lie.
- Oh, no?

You come to work in the
morning, somebody asks you,
"How you doin' today?"

What do you say? Do you say,
"I'd rather be home

watching Lucy eatin'
a five-pound bag of Oreos"?

No. You say,
"Fine. How are you doing?"

And what do they say?
Do they start telling you

about the barium x-ray
they had yesterday?

No. They say, "Fine."
And life goes on as usual.

Everybody is happy
as a potato in gravy.

But that's just being polite.

That's lying, baby.
Big "F," small "I," little "B."

It's Pinocchio's nose time.
It's all lies, Maddie.

Good lies, bad lies, the
little lies we tell each other
to make it through the day.

The turkey tastes great,
Aunt Sophie.

Your hair looks beautiful
today, Cousin Suzette.

The factory just isn't the same
without you, Cousin Eddie!

Maddie, do me
a favor. When you see
your mother tonight, lie.

- I can't.
- You can't?

You got a mouth.
You got a tongue.

What do you think
they're there for?

- Besides that, I mean.
- It's not your mother.
You don't understand.

- I don't understand?
- You don't understand.

- Good.
- Good.

Yow. Look at this place.

- I bet even the roaches
wear tuxedos.
- David, I feel ill.

- That was a joke. That was--
- No. No. I mean, I can't
go through with this.

- Great. Let's get outta here.
- We can't. I can't.

- We have to go through with it.
- Okay. Your wish is my demand.

Well, we were beginning
to wonder if you two
would ever show up.

Are you kidding?
I wouldn't miss this for
all the money in the world.

Hello, Maddie.

Mom, how are you?

Well, I'm fine, Maddie.

I'm just fine.

She's fine, Maddie.

Just fine.

Somebody die that
I don't know anything about?

Well, are you proud
to be in the presence
of two such beautiful women?

Absolutely.

Really, Alex.

Really.

As a matter of fact, I've been
waiting for this moment to...

spring a little
surprise on you.

I know our anniversary isn't
for another month, but, uh...

Oh, Alexander.

Well,
isn't it beautiful?

Well, thank you, dear.

I saw it in a store window.

It just sort of...

called your name.

Maddie, will you
put it on for me?

It's very beautiful,
Ms. Hayes.

I need a drink. Does anybody
else need a drink?

I know I do.

Well, I have a better
suggestion. I think
champagne is appropriate.

We can celebrate
Maddie's success.

Our happiness.

Oh, and the padre's shiner.

Really, Daddy, I don't
think champagne is necessary.

Nonsense. Family doesn't
get together every day.

Yes, sir?
- Uh, bring me a bottle of
your finest champagne, please.

Very good, sir.

All right, everyone.
Raise 'em up.

To my wife.

I hope that somebody
I can come to deserve

the love she's given me
all of these years.

To my daughter
and her partner.

May they flourish in their
pursuit of truth and justice.

Here, here.

So, what, uh...

lying, cheating rapscallion
are you following now?

You can dress her up,
but you can't take her out.

Oh, that's all right.
I-- it went down the wrong way.

It was a nothing day. Really.

Paperwork.
I never left the office.

Boring.

I seem to have emptied my glass.

Well, you'd better be careful
how you drink that.
It'll go to your head.

That's where I want it
to go, dear.

If you'll excuse me,
I think I'll freshen up.

Mom, I'll join you.

Uh, you might as well relax.
They'll be in there for
half an hour gabbing away.

I don't really think it's
gonna take that long, sir.

No?

Mother, I want to talk to you.

Oh, my goodness. Look at me.
Look at my eyes.

- I have something to tell you.
- I just don't know what it is
with me and champagne.

- It's not something
I want to tell you.
- Should have seen me last night.

- Something I have to tell you.
- Why don't you ask me
about the wedding?

- The wedding?
- The wedding.
Ask me about the wedding.

Mother, how was the wedding?

It was lovely.

I mean, well, there was
a certain point

when I stopped paying
attention to everybody else.

And your father and I,
we just danced the whole night.

I mean, with each other.

I mean, there is something
about your father

in a tuxedo.

And he knows it too.

It was wonderful dancing
like that. I can't remember
the last time we did it.

Years, I think. And your
father is a wonderful dancer.

- He is, isn't he?
- Yes. You know, I remember
when we were dating--

starting to date, and, well,
it was on Michigan Avenue.

There was a little, uh, club.

Um, Club Flamingo?

Or was it Club Casablanca?
I don't know. It was one
of those awful names.

And we were there
every Saturday night.

Last night was wonderful.

Last night...

was just like that.

Hm.

So how'd everything
come out in there?

- It didn't.
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks for a great
dinner, Mr. Hayes.

You're more than
welcome, padre.

How about you, Maddie?
Did you have a nice meal?

It was fine, Daddy.

I had a nice dinner,
too, dear.

Yes,
I can see that, sweetheart.

See what I mean, Maddie?
We don't talk very much anymore.

Well, that's not true.
We talk all the time.

Oh, you're right.
We talk all the time.

We talk in our sleep.
It's just that I'm not
always awake to hear it.

Did you hear the one about
the ventriloquist who
talked in his sleep?

His wife had to go in
the next room to hear anything.

Listen. Hey.

Anybody feel like some air?
I want to walk off that dinner.

Well, you walk.
I feel like going upstairs,

getting some sleep,
and, uh, having a good chat.

Oh.

Ms. Hayes, how about
if I walk you to your room?

Oh, that's very sweet
of you, Mr. Addison.

Then, uh, Maddie can take
a walk with her father.

Yeah. Come on. Take a walk
with the old man.

See you later.

Madam?

- I don't know
what's with your mother.
- There's nothing with Mother.

No, no, no. I mean her moods.
Things she says.
Like we don't talk.

We talk all the time.
I just don't know
what's with her.

There's nothing
with Mother!

Well...

The way she was
drinking at dinner.

Look. I-- I'm not looking
for pity, but sometimes
it's all I can do to...

- What?
- Maddie?

It's all you can do
to what? What?

What's the matter with you?

- What! What! What!
- Maddie! Maddie! Maddie.

- What! What! What!
- Maddie.

- Maddie!
- What! What! What!

Maddie! What is
the matter with you?

- What! What! What!
- Maddie!

You know what
really stinks, Dad?

Is you're not
even good at it.

She's known!
She's known all along.

Good morning, ticklebug.

Hi, Mom.

Well, your father's still
up in the room packing.

I pleaded with him
to come down, but...

What?

Nothing.

You were looking
at me. What?

I must look terrible.

No, I-- I wasn't thinking
anything like that.

Something in your face
just now reminded me of when
you were a little girl.

That was a long time ago.

Yes.

No.

You know, it's funny.

When I was a young mother
and you were a little girl,

I thought, this is how
it was meant to be.

And then you grew up,
and life changed.

And I remember when I met
your father for the first time.

The same feelings.

This is right.

This is good.
Hold on to this.

And we grew.

And we changed.

And we loved each other.

For better,
for worse.

Different.

It rains, and it stops,
and the sun comes out again.

I think that must be...

the secret of life.

Your mother philosopher
Candy Hayes.

Wasn't there an actor
with that name?

Gabby Hayes.

Ah.

I've been called that too.

Why don't you
say something?

You seem to have
something on your mind.

No.

Yes.

Would you
like some coffee?

Oh, yes.
Thank you.

What you said in my office
the other day.

Maddie, I do get
hysterical, don't I?

I mean, I hope it isn't
hereditary.

As a little girl, you were
more of a door slammer

like your father.

Still am.

Mom...

I think he's a good man.

He is, isn't he?

I, um, think it would please
him to hear you say that.

Excuse me?

I'd like you to do
something for me, Maddie.

What's that, Mom?

Well, did you and your
father get into something
the other night?

He didn't say anything,
but he tossed and he turned.

He seemed to be very
upset about something.

- Mom.
- Maddie, I don't know
what it was.

But I think you should
make it up with him.

Maddie, please go upstairs...

and talk with him.

You're really crazy
about him, aren't you?

I think he's a good man too.

Come in. It's open.

That's all the luggage
on the bed.

I called down
about 10 minutes ago

to have them send
the car around.

You should be able to throw
the luggage right in the trunk.

Mom said she thought maybe we
had something to talk about.

- I guess Mom was wrong.
- Don't--

Don't go, please.

For what it's worth,
I, uh...

I didn't sleep a wink
last night because...

I was afraid
I'd fall asleep, and if
I fell asleep, I'd die.

And if I died...

knowing that
you hate me...

I don't hate you.

It's over, Maddie.
It's all over. Really.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you.
Really, really, I do.

It's all over.
All of it.

It will never
happen again.

I love you.

Mr. Addison,
she's coming.

- How'd things go
with your parents?
- Went fine.

Oh.

If she gets any calls,
send them in to my office,
all right?

Sure thing,
Mr. Addison.

That's long enough.

- Long enough?
- You have been sitting in here
since 11:30 this morning.

What do you say you and I
go out, eat too much,

drink too much,
get a little stupid?

My parents' plane
landed 20 minutes ago.

It did?

I called the airline.

The got in fine.
Just fine.

That's great.
And everything's okay?

- As okay as it can be.
- Oh, then I guess we can
forget about Plan B.

- Plan B?
- Plan B.

- And what is Plan B?
- Well, I saw the trouble

you were having with
your parents, and I was
thinking of adopting you.

- Adopting me?
- Adopting you.
Yeah, it'd be great.

- I could bounce you on my knee.
- Really?

- Tell you stories at bedtime.
- Uh-huh.

Would I have
my own room?

Kids today.

It's always,
gimme, gimme, gimme.

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing
their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪