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She looks just like you.

Really? I think she looks
just like Steve.

Yeah, you know what, so do I.

I don't know-- the way she cries
when she doesn't get her way,

and, uh, enjoys
the breastfeeding.

I know this is
embarrassing to admit,

but if you guys weren't here,

I'd still be up there
watching her sleep.

Oh, I want one.

Can you just pick one up
at the mall... -Right.

...or do you have to find
Mr. Right first?

Oh, that reminds me.

I know the perfect guy for you.

He's my printer.

And he's incredibly nice.

- A printer.
- Yes.

And I owe him a dinner, so...

Uh, thanks, but after
what happened with my dad,

I don't think I'm ready
for a dating disaster yet.

Well, we'll just make it
totally casual.

We'll have people over.

Oh.

Printer?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I got to use
your pinball machine, okay?

Uh, Noah, Maddy's asleep.

All right, let's get this going.

You didn't drive here, did you?

Crank this baby up.

- Come on.
- Noah.

Come on.

She said Maddy's sleeping.

Look, I'll drive you home.

I got it. Noah, come on.

I don't want to go home right
now, all right? -It's okay.

Donna, you don't need to deal
with this right now, okay?

I know, just... Let's go.

It's okay.

Okay?

Yeah.

Dick Clark was a DJ
in this city when he took over

a TV show that would soon become
American Bandstand.

That's Cleveland.

Philadelphia.

- What is Philadelphia?
- Yes.

"On The Air" for 200.

Nicknamed "The Moondog,"

this DJ is often credited...

I know this. It's, um, it's...

Uh, give me a second.

- It's, uh... -Alan Freed.
- Who is Alan Freed?

Yep.

That's Alan Freed.

- That's it.
- It's all right, Steve.

I'm sure you would've gotten one
of them right, sooner or later.

Yeah, yeah.

What you're seeing is

video shot just moments ago,

as LAX emergency personnel
escorted the passengers

to the terminal.

Here's how one woman
described her...

Hey, D, check this out.

...best you can,
in your own words.

At what point did you realize
the plane was in trouble?

- Anybody get hurt?
-I don't know.

But they just showed
the passengers

getting off the plane, and one
of them looked like your dad.

My dad's been dead
for seven years, Steve.

Yeah, I know that.

I'm just saying, look.

...you're okay and safe.

I'm sure
you're looking forward...

Not here.

In case
you're just joining us...

There. There!

...some terrifying
moments for these passengers

aboard Flight 221 today,
as their plane

bound from Phoenix to LAX

experienced wheel gear trouble
on the way

in final approach.
Pilots called the...

Tell me that guy's not
an exact replica of your father.

...gear light had not gone on,

indicating that the gear
had not locked into place...

♪ How can you believe
that you're the only one? ♪

♪ In a world of strangers
passing by ♪

♪ So close and yet so far away ♪

♪ Live out loud ♪

♪ And have a look
into your eyes ♪

♪ Live out loud... ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

I know. I couldn't look
more corporate.

No, you look great.

You're gonna do great.

My first day at work,
and I'm already dreading it.

Well, just talk to Pia.

Mm, yeah.

She said that we would be
working on

a ballot initiative
about gay rights clubs.

I just assumed that we'd be
in favor of them.

I didn't think that we'd be
trying to prohibit them.

She told me just enough
to get me excited.

But I guess that is
what PR is all about.

They have plenty of accounts.

I'm sure Pia can just
put you on one

- you believe in.
- I guess.

Oh, um,

David said he's been drinking
for the past couple of weeks.

So I was just kind of

the designated driver
last night.

Donna, I don't know.

It's just, he offered his help
when my dad died,

and I'm just offering mine back.

I'm sure you're just
being a friend.

But I just want to make sure
that you're not

putting his needs
in front of yours.

I know.

Okay.

Bye. Wish me luck.

Good luck.

I'm just saying, it must have
been a huge conspiracy.

All the cops, FBI.

You said your father blew up
right in front of you.

Can you imagine
planning a stunt like that?

Steve, that was no stunt,
all right?

There certainly
is no conspiracy.

My father's dead.

We're two guys
standing at the airport

in the afternoon 'cause we got
nothing better to do.

Uh, next in line, please.

Hi.

Hi. How can I help you, sir?

Saw a report on the news
last night about

Flight 200, the one that made
that emergency landing.

And I saw-- I thought I saw--
a man by the name of Jack McKay.

I was wondering if you could
confirm that for me.

I'm sorry, but I can't give out
any passenger information.

I understand that's the rule,
but the truth of the matter is,

it's this guy's father.

He hasn't seen him
in seven years, so...

I wish I could help,
but I can't.

Well, if you can't help,
what are you doing back there?

I'll tell you what you do.

Push those buttons,
look on that screen,

and tell me whether the guy
on that plane

- is my dad or not.
- I'm sorry, sir,

but you're gonna
have to step aside.

Next, please.

Come on, come on.

Pia, hi.

Kelly, hi.

I'm sorry I haven't been by
to welcome you aboard.

- Day from hell.
- That's okay. I understand.

Um, I was hoping
that we could talk later.

I have a teleconference at 2:00,

and I'm overseeing
a photo shoot at 3:30.

Maybe tomorrow.

Okay, people,
we are officially screwing up.

Eli.

With just three days to go

before the election,
polls show voters

equally divided
on the proposition.

We've been losing ground
ever since the opponents

started saying
that the initiative was

a violation of gay students'
civil rights.

Isn't that what it is?

I'd like you all to meet
our new associate, Kelly Taylor.

She still believes in
truth in advertising.

The head of the coalition
sponsoring the initiative

has a big speech planned
for tomorrow night.

I've already cleared
75 press credentials.

Do you have a copy
of the speech?

I got the first draft
this morning.

It's weak,
needs a total rewrite.

Fine. Kelly, I want a new draft
by the end of the day.

From me?

Do you have a problem with that?

No.

Good.

Now, about the ad campaign,

have all the buys been made?

Hey, where is everybody?

Hey. Uh, Janet is upstairs
with Camille and Donna.

Hey, baby.

They're talking about something.

Hey, cutie pie.

Yeah?

Did you hear about
the plane that made

an emergency landing
last night at LAX?

No. Why?

Dylan's father was on it.

I know it sounds crazy,
but I saw him, and so did Dylan.

That's why I'm late.

I was getting Dylan news footage
of the passengers.

Yeah, well, you know how much
this could mess him up, right?

Look, I got to put Maddy down.

I read an article in Vogue

that said that men didn't think
women actually needed them.

Shows what they know.

When Steve first gave me one,
I couldn't believe

how good it felt.

Although, I have to admit,

it was a little smaller
than I hoped for.

Mm.

Kelly told me
that Brandon tried to

give her one once,
and she wouldn't let him.

The only ones
I've ever had are fake.

Oh, come on,
you've never had a real one?

Never.

It's too politically incorrect

to ask a guy to give me one.

Well, you could save your breath
with David, 'cause trust me,

he's never gonna give you one.

- Ooh!
- Oh.

Wait, can't I just go
out the back door?

Donna, no.

Just tell Irv I got sick
or I was in a car accident

or I moved to Namibia, huh?

- Hello.
- Hi.

I wasn't listening, I just...

Oh, to what?

Nothing.

You're weird.

You're cute, but you're weird.

Hey, Irv, come on in.

Hey, I hope I'm not late.

No, not at all.

Everyone just got here,
actually.

Um, this is Camille.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- And this is Donna.
- Hi. -Hi.

You're very brave
to be doing this.

Well, would you be insulted
if I told you

when the bell rang,
I tried to make a break for it?

I circled the block three times
and backed down the driveway.

Shows what a fool I am.

Let me get you a drink.

- Okay, all right.
- Come with me.

Do you think he wants
two children or three?

So you submitted a story on UFO
sightings for a Pulitzer prize?

Yeah.

Honey, we're trying
to impress Irv.

We had very reliable sources
for the story.

Oh, yeah? Do they have

three or four eyes?

Aah...

I got it.

See, Janet's my real friend.

I just tolerate Steve.

Mm.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for the invite.

I got to tell you,
I am starving.

Uh, Noah, this isn't really
a good time for this.

- Mm.
- Noah.

Who we got here?

Donna and a date?

All right,
how you doing, Mr. Date?

Hi.

Did you have
a good time tonight?

Yeah, I did.

I did, too.

I had a really good time, but...

See, Noah is a...
he's a good friend, and...

as-as you can see,

he's going through
a really hard time right now.

Hey, hey!

It's not polite
to whisper at the table.

Can I call you later?

I'd like that.

Good night.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

No, I can see myself out.

Uh, dinner was great. Thanks.

Bye.

Mm.

You son of a bitch.

Oh. Hey.

Okay. Here's the situation.

Camille and I-- we're going
to get together tonight, right?

We're going to have
a little dinner,

some drinks, you know.

Hopefully, one thing
will lead to another.

- Steve.
- What?

Got that stupid grin
on your face. What?

Oh, sorry.

I've had sex twice
in the last five months,

and each time
has involved lactation,

so give me a break, okay?

Weren't you on your way
to meet Dylan?

- You were saying?
- There's a problem.

Problem?

- Problem?
-Apparently--

and I have this
on good authority--

Camille can't be satisfied.

Mmm.

You know this in advance?

Which means, if she says
she's been satisfied,

you know she's lying.

Which means she probably
fakes it really, really well.

This raises
some very interesting

performance issues, David.

Resulting in your sudden quest
for knowledge, no doubt.

Which we will happily impart.

Thank you.

What, Steve? You got the
stupid grin on your face again.

- What?
- Do you want advice or not?

- Hmm?
- Yes.

- Read the speech.
- And?

It was flat, boring
and completely unconvincing.

You framed it
as a sexuality issue.

That's what it is, isn't it?

That's your opinion.

Which you're entitled to,
but not hired to give.

You were hired--
the company was hired--

to sell a ballot initiative.

And the best way to do that
is by convincing people

that this is a bunch
of radicals, you know.

A fringe group wanting to impose
itself upon the mainstream.

Fringe group?

Today a gay club,

tomorrow one for Nazis?
Is that it?

We were contracted
to sell something,

not to judge something.

Do you understand
the difference?

Of course I do.

Good.

Now redo the speech.

You've got one hour.

So, you're saying the tapes
were conclusive.

No.

Conclusive would be Jack
standing in front of me

telling me what the hell's
going on.

But it did raise questions.

What exactly
do you store here, Dylan?

My dad's papers, stuff.

Hopefully, the name
of his contact at the FBI--

Christine something or other.

So, that's what
we're looking for?

After he died,
she said he was involved

in one of their investigations.

Into wiseguys
like Tony Marchette.

She also said she loved my dad.

These people are unbelievable.

She claims an affair
to prove her loss?

And they planned a huge
explosion to throw off the mob.

It's so... sick, twisted
and brilliant.

Yeah.

And it cost me my father.

And my wife.

Whoa.

What's up?

Wow.

Well, what do you suppose they
didn't want you to find, Dylan?

Her last name.

But it's Christine
something or other.

It's got to be written down
somewhere.

Oh, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

So, we didn't get a chance
to tell you last night,

but yesterday,
Camille and I became partners.

- Really? That's great.
- Yeah.

She gets a small stake
in the store, and I get someone

that's creative and fun
and willing to take on

part of the responsibility,
so hey. -By the way,

what is happening
with her and David?

Because, last night,
I actually caught them nuzzling.

Nuzzling? Oh.

You have no idea.

I'm working the late shift
tonight, so the two lovebirds

can celebrate
their two-week anniversary.

- How disgusting is that?
- Very.

Considering the highlight
of my evening

will consist of Steve
rubbing lotion on my belly

in the increasingly slim hope

that my stretch marks
will go away.

But enough about you.

Um...
so what did Irv say?

Well, Irv was very sweet

and much more understanding
than I would be.

So, you told him there's nothing
between me and Noah,

- we're just friends?
- Yeah, I really wanted to,

but the word "codependent"
just slipped out.

- It didn't.
- I'm kidding.

Oh.

No, you and Irv will be fine.

He'll call you. You'll date.

You'll meet his mom,
trade casserole recipes,

the works.

But I'm really more concerned
with you and Noah.

There's no me and Noah.

I'm just helping a friend
who's had a terrible trauma.

Why does everyone think
that's such a crime?

Because he needs
professional help, Donna.

And that's why he's recommitted
to going to AA.

Look, I'm not going
to turn my back on him now.

And... and I would appreciate it

if everyone
would stop asking me to.

I'm here
to see Christine Pettit.

- Do you have an appointment?
- No, I don't.

I'm sorry, but you can't just
walk in here, and...

You tell her
Jack McKay's son's here.

Yeah.

Jack McKay's son is here
to see you.

That's what he said.

Agent Pettit will be right out.

Yeah.

Hello, Dylan.

He's alive.

Isn't he?

Why don't you come in?

Your father died
seven years ago, Dylan.

Well, then showing up on the
news a couple of nights ago--

that was a pretty good trick.

Here you go.

It's all cued up and ready.

Is that your reward
to the good guys?

Fake their death, take them away
from their families?

Nothing was faked.

You know, I went to look
through his things this morning.

The, uh, storage facility
had been burglarized.

Of course, you probably know
all about that.

No, I don't know anything
about it at all.

But I'll look into it.

You said you loved my dad.

I did.

And if he were alive,
I'd still be with him.

But he's not.

And life goes on.

This is really nice.

Yeah, it is.

Dinner was amazing.

Yeah. Now, as long
as we don't burn the house down,

I guess it'll be
a perfect evening, right?

Can I make a confession?

Okay.

Burn yourself?

My expectations for tonight
were incredibly low.

They were?

Mm-hmm.

Donna told me
you're-you're a terrible cook.

And that's what your
expectations were all about--

my... cooking?

Yeah. Should they be low
about something else?

No, not unless Donna said

there's something else
I couldn't do.

No.

I assume you're great
at everything.

Well, yeah, you're right.

Which is why...

my expectations
for the rest of the night

are incredibly high.

Are they?

Am I the master,
or am I the master?

I'm not telling.

What do you mean
you're not telling? Come on.

I need to live vicariously
through your thrills.

Okay, fine, Steve.

I-I was great, all right?

Great? Great? Come on!
I need more than that!

You got to give me some kind
of testimonial,

if you're gonna
use my technique.

Camille enjoyed herself,
Steve, all right?

Enjoyed herself.
Enjoyed herself.

Come on, come on.

- Several times.
- Several times!

- Shh!
- David, several ti...

- Several's more than three.
- I know, I know.

Is that, like,
three and a half, four?

I know what "several" means.

Hand me a napkin, would you?

You telling me she went
from zero to 60 in one

test drive?

Yes.

Fine. "Great" was
an understatement. Come on.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, what?

Well, it's just that
she told you that she's faked it

with every other guy
she's been with,

but she didn't fake it with you.

What I'm telling you, Steve,
is that the earth moved.

Ooh, I bet it did--
on your side of the bed.

Hey, can I get
a coffee to go, please?

David, Steve.

Hey, Kel, is it true
you're working on an initiative

about gay clubs
in public high schools?

Unfortunately, yes.

Janet saw the speech

on the news last night given by
some guy who, you know,

is in favor of this initiative
and it... it changed her mind.

The guy was reading
a speech that I wrote.

Really?

Well, congratulations.

Changed one vote.

Thanks for coming back down,
Dylan.

My pleasure.
What did you find out?

Well, I contacted the airlines,
got the passenger list.

His name wasn't on it.

"Jack McKay" wouldn't be on it.

What about his new name?

You do give him a new name
with the new life,

don't you?

As for the storage facility,

a break-in occurred there
three weeks ago.

Several lockers were ransacked.

As the report indicates,

a guy by the name
of Edgar Ramirez

was caught and prosecuted
for the crime.

He's doing 18 months.

The police tried contacting you,
but they were unsuccessful.

Is that it?

Nothing else.

You know, ever since I saw
that story on the news,

I've been trying to put together

the moments before
the explosion.

And you know what
I came up with?

I never actually saw my dad
get in that car.

After the explosion,
I never saw a body.

There was no open casket,

no dental records, nothing.

And there's nothing now.

Look, Dylan,

I've gone the extra yard
for you here

out of respect for you and
affection for your father.

You may not be able to
appreciate this, but doing that

has opened up some emotional
wounds for me, as well.

Yeah, you're breaking my heart.

And I found nothing.

And neither will you.

So stop looking.

I like it.

You don't think it's too,
you know, bubbly?

It is bubbly.

But Irv is a bubbly guy, so...

Hey. You, uh, you know
where Camille is?

That's a really nice dress.

No, she went to lunch.

- You really like it?
- Yeah.

It's, um...

I don't know, it's kind of
bubbly, you know.

That's it.

So? You and Camille--
we want details.

Camille didn't say anything?

Incredible, really?

Well, that's not too bad
for a guy who couldn't give her

the one thing she'd never had,
now, is it?

- What's that?
- The thing.

Janet, the thing.

The-The one you guys
were talking about

in your bedroom.

Camille said she'd
only had fake ones.

You said Steve had
only given you small ones.

Donna said that, uh, Camille
didn't stand a chance

of getting one from me at all.

Remember that thing?

We were talking about furs.

Furs?

Yes. Steve had given me
a small fur,

and Camille had only had
fake furs--

up until last night, anyway,

apparently.

Hello? Donna?

No.

No, d-don't pick up
the phone, okay?

Hello?

Look, it's Noah calling. Um...

If you want to do something
tonight, give me a call.

Okay, bye.

Okay, that was cruel.

Am I the only one

that thinks that he's using his
trauma to keep you in his life?

Thank you very much.

Look what you just went through.

You haven't been reaching
out to him.

That's because I have friends.

Obviously, he doesn't.

I'm David Silver
and you're listening to KVIB,

and I'll be back in a minute
with tonight's topic,

which is the dumbest assumptions

you've ever made
about your significant other,

so please don't go anywhere.

Please.

Oh, boy.

So, you bored yet?

Bored? Are you kidding me?

I can't wait to hear the insane
stories people come up with.

You know, I know
this guy who, uh,

thought he overheard
his girlfriend talking

about the fact that she had
never, uh, you know--

that-that she-she faked it
in bed.

Isn't that what she was
talking about? -No, no.

But he didn't realize that
until after he prepared

this candlelight dinner
in his living room,

which went really well--

left him feeling
like a bit of a champ,

if you know what I mean.

Until he realized
that the only thing fake

in his girlfriend's life
was her fur coat.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

So...

- you thought that I...?
- Thought you needed a little

extra attention, yeah, which
I was more than happy to give,

you know, until Donna

told me what the conversation
was about.

Wait a minute, you talked
about this with Donna?

Only after Steve got me thinking
that maybe you had

enhanced your performance
a little bit, you know.

You talked to Steve Sanders

about whether or not
I faked an orgasm?

Uh, can we talk

more about this
during the next break?

No, no, I don't think so.

We're back
with bonehead assumptions.

And you know what I'd like
to get started with?

This classic: telling
the truth is a good thing.

Here's a nice little hint

about being completely honest
with your lover:

wait until it becomes necessary.

If it doesn't come up,
don't bring it up.

Silence is golden.

Did you ever do
something like that?

Like what?

What David's asking,
about assumptions.

You ever make the wrong ones?

Well, I've had boyfriends lie
to me, boyfriends cheat on me.

I guess the better question
would be:

do I ever make the right ones?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's okay if you're not.

This is so crazy.

You're this nice guy and...

you were, you were so great
about the other night and...

Well, I want you to know that
I went through eight dresses

before I decided
what to wear tonight.

And I'm sure you looked terrific
in every one.

See, that's what I mean.

I should be happy here with you.

But?

But... I feel like I belong
somewhere else.

See, Noah--
he works here, and...

and I don't see him and,

you know,
I've been looking for him.

Not because I want
to be with him

but because I'm worried
about him.

And you hate me now, don't you?

No, not at all.

I just made the wrong assumption
about you--

that you were available.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Hi.

Steve said you had quite a mess.

I thought maybe
you could use some help.

Well, that's
the bad memory pile;

that's the good memory pile.

That's not too much
of a pile, is it?

Have you heard anything else?

The guy on the news
was a look-alike,

some genetic freak of nature.

The break-in was
totally unrelated.

Just two random acts
designed to kick me in the ass.

Some good could come of this.

Oh, don't start with me
about closure.

All right.

How about reflection?

Sizing up what's been going on
in your life

for the past seven years.

Nothing.

I know.

The older I get,
the worse I feel.

So when I reflect on it
and I size it up,

the more miserable and twisted
it becomes.

I miss my dad.

So it sounds like Dylan's
in a pretty bad place right now.

Yeah, he is.

I hope you don't think
that I'm reaching out to him

at our expense.

No, I don't.

Okay.

But I appreciate your saying so.

How did you get to be
such an understanding guy?

Well, you said yes
when I asked you to marry me.

Hmm.

You know, I actually changed
the way Janet is voting.

Well, I'm not surprised.

You are articulate,
persuasive...

Hmm. I'm articulately persuading
people to do the wrong thing.

Listen to me, this job--
whatever its shortcomings--

it's gonna challenge you and
will demand you to be creative.

That's a good thing.

I want to quit so bad.

And if you do,
you know I'm gonna support you,

but I think you should stay.

Even if I'm being asked
to compromise

everything I believe in?

Kelly, life is about compromise.

You may not like it,
but there's no sin in it.

21st century and we still vote
in someone's garage.

You got to love that.

Come on.

All right,
so you talked to Camille?

Yes.

And?

And I told her the assumption
you made about her sexuality

was so cosmically stupid that
it was physically impossible

not to talk about.

- That's good. What'd she say?
- Oh, no, no, no.

I'm not helping you after
the advice you've been giving.

What advice-- about Noah?

That I should ignore him.

Donna, you didn't go over there
last night, did you?

He was sober, David,
if that's what you're wondering.

What about Irv?

Irv was a nice guy.

- What do you mean "was"?
- I felt an obligation.

An obligation to what, Donna?

To make yourself miserable?

Don't you understand
what's happening here?

The more you pass up

for Noah,
the more he's gonna want,

because the truth is, Donna,
what he really wants is you.

- That's absurd.
- Yeah?

How many times
he call you this morning?

- What?
- How many times?

Four.

- Four?
- Yeah.

Well...

you already lost one nice guy.

I'm just curious how many more
you're going to have to lose

before you realize this is nuts.

Good news.

Exit polling shows
the initiative

is pulling into the lead.

I don't think
that's very good news.

I know. You oppose
the initiative personally.

That only underscores
how bright your future is.

Why's that? Because I can sell
something I don't believe in?

Being a good publicist means

being able
to put your own feelings aside.

You proved you could do that.

You know, I'm getting married.

Someday, I'll have a kid.

And, uh, he could be gay.

Like one out of every
three gay teenagers,

he could maybe try
to commit suicide,

because he feels lonely
and isolated and on the fringe.

Or we could promote groups
and clubs

that would make him feel safe
and secure,

and like he's part
of something good.

I believe we should do that.

You have no argument with me.

No, I think I do.

Because you can do
a job like this.

I can't.

I quit.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Wow.

That's unbelievable.

Mm.

Listen, um...

Do you want to go
and get dinner?

'Cause we could go to that
really stinky pastrami place

that you like.

I want you to get rid of that.

The company that I used to
work for did PR

for the airline
this guy was on.

Before I quit,
I called them, and I got

a copy of the passenger list.

We both know that that's not
your dad on this tape.

And we both know
it's not a good idea

to keep looking for something
you're never going to find.

But Steve told me about

the runaround that
you've been getting.

So... I know I shouldn't be
doing this,

but there you go.

You say you quit?

It's for the best.

But Matt says that big decisions
like that usually are.

Yeah, well,
Matt's an optimist. It's, uh...

It's probably good you hang out
with guys like that.

Sure you won't rethink dinner?

Yeah.

Okay.

Kelly?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Hey.
- Can I come in?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Um, I hope you got my messages.

I-I think I left you--

I don't know--
somewhere... around six.

Yes, I did.

I'm really sorry.

I shouldn't have talked
to people.

I know you've got
a lot of friends.

But I'm a private person.

- I hope you can respect that.
- I know.

I-I mean, I'm-I'm a private
person, too, you know.

It's just, I...

I just got really nervous
about...

my performance, you know.

I... felt like I needed
to be spectacular.

Well, now's a good time
for you to say,

"Oh, but David,
you were spectacular."

Am I grading on a curve?

Ow.

How about...

you let me be the judge

of your performance
from now on?

Well, that'd be a good idea,

assuming there is
another performance.

I mean, I was kind of
feeling like

maybe after the last one,
you, uh...

Can I take your coat?

Thought you'd never ask.

- It's fake.
- Mmm.

But trust me...

nothing else will be tonight.

Matt, I heard something.

What? Hmm?

I think someone's on the deck.

It's just the wind, Kelly.

I'm gonna call 911.

All right.

- There's someone outside.
- All right, stay here.

- I'll check it out.
- Okay.

Yes. Uh, we have an intruder.

Matt, are you okay?

Get the lights! Get the lights!

Don't!

Oh, my God, it's Noah.

It's open.

Maddy woke me up;
I couldn't fall back to sleep,

so I figured
I'd come check in on you.

Little midnight snack?

Yeah, I thought.

I, uh... I couldn't eat it.

I was talking to Donna.

She looks up
a couple times a day,

thinks she sees her dad.

She knows he's gone, but...

she's haunted by him.

Is that what you think
I am, Steve, haunted?

What about your big
conspiracy theory, huh?

I shouldn't have talked
like that, Dylan,

if it raised up your hopes.

I'm sorry.

On the day my dad died,
he, uh...

he reminded me that he used
to sing me to sleep

when I was a little kid

with that song,
"Take Me Out To the Ballgame."

Even got me to sing it with him
before the big, wild finish.

I'd forgotten how much
we connected through baseball.

We used to play catch
all the time.

We'd go to games, and, um...

and we'd read stories about it.

Our favorite being
The Natural.

Oh, yeah, I saw the movie
with Robert Redford.

Story of a young man
full of promise

who gets shot by a woman,
disappears, and then

suddenly returns.

Did I mention
I got the passenger list?

No. How'd you get that?

Airline's a client of Kelly's
or something.

Anyway, that book
is loosely based on a true story

about a guy who played
for Philadelphia in the 1940s.

Yeah, Roy Hobbs.

Forget about the story.
What about the list?

When the team was
in a Chicago hotel,

they went to this woman's room.

She shot him.

He battled for his life

for a long time
before coming back

to play the following season.

Is your father on the list
or not?

In the book,
the guy's name was Roy Hobbs.

But in real life,

his name was Eddie Waitkus.

That's Waitkus with a "W."

You think this is your father?

I know it is.