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Salaam.

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she has been in labor 15 hours.

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You speak English.

We have a television
in our village.

I know who you are.

You brought medicine
to our village once.

Hold on tight.

- What's her name?
- My daughter is Nilofer.

I am Asad.

And her husband?

The father wants a son.

A girl can accomplish
great things

when she's free to do them.

Freedom...

Is not impossible...

But it may take time

and you do not have much.

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♪ ah-hah! ♪

♪ oh, yeah, baby ♪

♪ like a fool
I went and stayed too long ♪

♪ now I'm wondering
if your love's still strong ♪

♪ ooh, baby ♪

♪ here I am ♪

♪ signed, sealed, delivered ♪

♪ I'm yours ♪

♪ ooh ♪

♪ then that time
I went and said goodbye ♪

♪ now I'm back
and not ashamed to cry ♪

♪ ooh, baby ♪

♪ here I am
signed, sealed, delivered... ♪

All rise.

♪ ...I'm yours ♪

This better be good.

Madame chairman, this committee
is called into emergency session

in light of new
and time-sensitive information

that may involve
military action.

Thank you, senator.

Before we begin,

let me reiterate

that this is a closed session
regarding national security,

and all testimony
given here today is sealed.

Let's see...

Mr... O'Toole?

Yes. I'm Oliver O'Toole.

These are my colleagues,
Ms. Mclnerney,

Ms. Haywith,
Mr. Dorman.

And I understand you comprise
a task force from...

The D.L.O.?

That is correct.

Is this C.I.A., F.B.I.,
or N.S.A.?

U.S.P.S.

We work at the post office.

That's right, Bob.

This was the image we saw
nearly two years ago,

when 12-year-old Phoebe Amidon
tied a yellow ribbon

around the tree
in her grandfather's yard,

awaiting news of her mother.

Lieutenant Randilynn Amidon
went missing

while serving
with American troops

in Afghanistan,
near the Pakistan border.

But now, 22 months later,

with Amidon still missing

and the circumstances of
her disappearance still sketchy,

and no answers in sight,

this "welcome back" ribbon

is a sad reminder
of the reputation

lieutenant Amidon
may never return home to defend.

I would like
to know what bearing

four postal employees
from Denver

have on the status

of a missing American soldier
in Afghanistan.

: Yes, well.

Several months ago,

in the course of
performing our duties

as postal detectives
in the dead letter office,

we became acquainted

with a Phoebe Amidon,

the 14-year-old daughter
of lieutenant Randilynn Amidon,

as well as her grandfather,
Mr. Harper Ferguson.

We came to believe

that lieutenant Amidon
did not abandon her duties

the night she went missing,

and, in fact,
she conducted herself heroically

and yet, uh, sadly,

most likely,
was, uh, probably not living.

And to that, of course,
we have no comment.

Of course.

However, we now have
information to suggest

that lieutenant Amidon
may well be alive

and urgently in need
of your assistance.

And that is based
on the contents

of the letter we have here?

Yes.

And you came to this conclusion
last night?

Yes, and if I may,
I need to go back a few days.

Please.

Last Thursday,

we were preparing to travel
to Washington, D.C.,

for the national
miss special delivery pageant.

Is that a real thing?

I was finalizing some paperwork
before our trip...

♪ One of these days
my time will come... ♪

I understand you have
something very unique

planned for the pageant.

Oh, well, this year's theme
is "delivering inspiration."

And for my talent,

I will be doing
a dramatic reading

from my unpublished
historical romance novel

Renita Hayweather:
Frontier duchess.

A dramatic novelist!

Amazing!
Brilliant.

No one can compete with that.

We'll all be
crossing our fingers

for you this Saturday.

Thank you, Ramon.

That was very nice,

miss Rita.

Thank you.

Time for us to go
on our trip to Washington, D.C.,

together.

- Oh, yeah, okay.
- Goodbye!

As always, miss Rita...
A pleasure.

Oh, it must be
very hard to say goodbye.

Oh, not really.

No, not to me, my friend.

Goodbye to miss Rita.

She will win, of course,

and then she's off
traveling the world

on her triumphant
goodwill tour.

Just imagine all the places
she will go...

All the people she will meet...

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Just a couple
more things to sign,

then it's all yours.

I am sorry for your loss.

But at least
your father made sure

that you'd be well
taken care of.

My biological father.

I never knew him.

I have your skinny caramel
steamer coming,

just the way you like it.

Oh, that's so sweet, Norman.

Who's Oliver talking to?

: His lawyer.

He inherited so much money,
she comes to see him now.

With all of this money,

I suppose you will want to start
talking about early retirement.

And quit the post office?

Well, why not?

You're young, you're single,
and you're rich.

Ms. bullock,

the only thing
Harvey Schmidtz gave me,

besides this inheritance,

was a piece of advice.

"You never have enough money
if all you have is money."

What does that mean, anyway?

It means...

It's time to get back to work.

Have you seen your itinerary,
Ms. Mclnerney?

I'm sorry. What?

: Well, I made
copies for all of us

and highlighted

the events pertinent
to each of us

in corresponding colors.

You're yellow.

Yellow! Huh.

We arrive at 3:56.

Check in the hotel at 5:10,

arrive at the capitol grill
at 6:45 for a quiet dinner

before curfew at 10:30.

And tomorrow morning, Rita...
Right here in pink...

Registers for the pageant
at 9:00,

and you and I and Norman
leave at 9:30

to take a tour
of the library of congress,

Ford's theater, and, uh,
the national postal museum.

Postal museum?

Uh, think you're ready
to go back there?

It's time.

I'd like to get it over with.

Of course.

And then I can show you
around my old stomping grounds.

Oh. I-is there a museum
you'd like to add?

Or... or... would you like
to visit old postal friends?

Well, Rebecca Starkwell

was my only friend
at the D.C. office,

and she's on her honeymoon.

Oh. Is there an old boyfriend

to visit at the post office?

I'm not in the habit
of calling up old boyfriends.

And even if I were,

his work is...

Well, he's hardly ever in town.

Great!

It's settled then.

Taxi should be arriving
any minute.

Almost forgot!

What?

Don't ask. Can't tell.
It's a surprise.

Ahh!

Field kit!

Norman! We're
going on holiday.

All you need is your suitcase.

Uh-oh.

I know it's a horrible thought,

veering off your blue itinerary
into my yellow itinerary,

but I was wondering

if we could make a tiny detour
on our way to the hotel?

A detour?

I wanted to...

Drive by the house
where I grew up,

for old time's sake.

Please?

: Okay!

All set.
Let's do D.C.

Has anyone seen my crown?

Oh! Ah.

Where's your house?

It's gone.

Are you sure this
is the right street?

Of course I'm sure.

That's the tree
I used to climb.

The garden
where we planted the...

Those bricks were

the fireplace where my mother
and I always...

18 years...

And now it's like
we were never here.

Did you plant those?

: For mother's day.

Every fall, after all
the other blooms would die,

my mom... my mom
would take the last one,

and put in a vase and say,

"look.
It's the last rose of summer.

Still holding on."

Then, every fall...

Even after
I went away to college,

and every September after that,
until she moved away,

I would get
an envelope in the mail

with the last rose of summer

wrapped in wet paper towels,
in a plastic bag.

She was sending you a message.

"Pay attention

"to the simple, little things
right in front of you...

Or they could be gone
before you know it."

Forgive me, Mr. O'Toole,

but other than the sad truth
that we can't go home again,

we've still heard nothing
to shed any light

on the letter that I hold here,

addressed to
the secretary of defense

of the United States of America.

With respect, madame chairman,

uh, it was stopping

at the site of
Ms. Mclnerney's former home

that put us in the lobby
of the Franklin Adams hotel

at the exact moment
we crossed paths

with Phoebe Amidon
and her grandfather.

If that letter
is what we think it is,

then it's compelling us
to pay attention to the details,

or the chance to bring
lieutenant Amidon home again

will also be gone
before we know it.

So your presence
here today, Mr. O'Toole,

is the result of
a prior relationship

with Phoebe Amidon
and her grandfather?

Well, that,

and the prior relationship
of Ms. Mclnerney with, uh...

Actually, I'd like to turn
this part over to her now.

My name is Shane Mclnerney.

I provide I.T. Services

for the dead letter office
in Denver.

I used to work right here
in Washington

in direct line operations.

When we arrived at the hotel
on Thursday,

we were checking in and...

Rita was registering

for the miss special delivery
pageant.

Oh, wait.

Ms. Mclnerney.

Mm?

Uh, I was thinking,

perhaps this week

might present
an opportunity for...

For... for an evening out.

We're in Washington, D.C.,
Oliver.

We're already spending
the whole week out.

Yes, but I was thinking,

um, you and I might
have dinner together,

just us, to...

To talk and...

Perhaps I can offer
some perspective

on the recent loss
of your childhood home.

You're asking me...

Out...

For dinner?

Yes.

Yes!

I'll put it in the schedule.

Do that.

In yellow.

Of course.

Next...
Miss Oklahoma!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Are you okay?

Well, they've got me scheduled
for my talent rehearsal

at the same time I'm supposed to
get my nails done,

but if I move the nails,
then there's no time

for some fitting
they've got me down for.

Or maybe
I shouldn't do my nails.

Maybe I shouldn't rehearse,
but if I don't, then... oh!

This is worse
than a stampede on Sunday.

No. No! This
is wonderful.

You're miss...

Wyoming.

You're miss Wyoming!

And look where you are.

Well, that's the problem!

There are more
people in this hotel

than there are in big piney.

Oh, big piney, Wyoming.
Population 576.

How do you know that?

Oh, I have
a photographic memory.

I remember everything I read.

Well, as long as
I remember to remember.

It's hard to remember

anything in a place like this.

I'm afraid,
when I get up to sing,

there'll be so many
people in the room,

I'll forget the words.

And the notes.

And the song.

Look.

I don't have to
rehearse tomorrow.

Why don't you take my time?

I don't mind.

- Really?
- Yeah!

Miss Colorado.

We're practically
neighbors, right?

Okay, Ms. Mclnerney,
you are on the eighth floor.

Thank you.

Norman, you are on the sixth.

Oh, my goodness.

: Thank you
very much.

Oh!

It's Phoebe.

Hey! What
a surprise.

I can't believe it!

- For heaven's sake.
- Hi!

Harper.
Oliver O'Toole.

For heaven's sake,

what are you guys doing here?

- Are you staying here?
- Yeah.

Where's Rita?

Oh, she's in the pageant.

We came to cheer her on.

And what brings you
to the capitol?

Oh, we're trying to get
some answers about Randilynn.

See if there's any...

Resolution.

We had an appointment

with someone from
the state department tomorrow,

but it looks like
they've had to postpone.

Not again.

: Well, that's a shame.

Well, that's Washington.

We've spent two years,

but we always seem to knock
on the wrong doors.

Isn't there anyone else
that you can meet with?

Mm, we've run out of ideas.

I've got a standing appointment

with a dialysis machine
back home,

so we can't extend the trip.

: Of course.

Would you excuse me
for just a minute?

So, we have you penciled in

to join us
at 9:30 tomorrow.

Excellent.

Can't have you heading back

without having at least

some good memories
in Washington.

Sounds like a plan!

Okay, well, we'll see
you guys tomorrow, then.

- Okay, great.
- Bye.

Bye.

Wow.

What a coincidence, huh?

I don't really
believe in them, Norman.

Is that who I think it is?

Yeah! It's Phoebe Amidon.

No way!

You've checked in?

Oh, yeah, I've got my room key

and my roommate...
Miss Louisiana.

It sounds like you have
some pretty serious competition.

Oh, I don't mind.

There's more to life
than winning, right?

Right. Um, speaking of which,

I was thinking that,
before dinner,

um, you and I could...

: Rita!

We're going out for yogurt.
You wanna come?

Oh! Um...

Yeah!

Bye, guys!

She seems happy.

Yes. She does.

I suppose it's just
the three of us for dinner.

Yeah. Yeah.

Where is
Ms. Mclnerney?

Hi. It's Shane.

I'm in town
at the Franklin Adams and...

Steve, I-I need to see you.

I'd like another Arnold Palmer.

A little more Arnold than Palmer
this time, please.

Why do they put
tiny umbrellas in drinks?

Why not tiny cars?

Or tiny cats?

Something on your mind?

I just keep thinking about
Phoebe coming all the way here

to find out if anyone knows
what happened to her mother.

Everything else just seems so...
Trivial compared to that.

The miss special delivery
pageant

is perhaps not an event
of great import

to the world at large, Norman,

but the world
is a terribly complicated place,

and so much of it can be ugly.

That's why what is gentle
and beautiful

and joyful
is worth fighting to preserve.

And it's also why we honor
those who fight.

Yeah.

So, Norman...

What's in
the envelope? Hmm?

Well, it's a surprise f...

Ms. Mclnerney.

Hello, beautiful!

- Ooh!
- Oh...

Look at you!

Whoo. Look at you...

I got your call.

Yes, and I thought
you were going to

call me back.

: I was just
right around the corner.

I couldn't wait,
so I staked out your hotel,

figured you'd show up
sooner or later.

Yes, well, good timing.

Uh, Steve Marek,

these are my co-workers...

My boss, actually...

Oliver O'Toole

and Norman Dorman.

Denver D.L.O., right?

Yes.

I heard about you guys.
You do great work.

Oh, thank you.

And what is it
you do for the post office?

Oliver, Norman,
would it be okay

if I begged off
of dinner tonight? Um...

Steve and I have...

Some catching up to do.

I can see that.

But perhaps
we could meet later?

Later?

Tonight?
A-after Mr. Marek?

For a nightcap?
In the lounge?

Yes. All right.

Norman.

Shall we dine?

Yes. Dining.

Starving.

Mr. Marek.

So that was Oliver O'Toole?

Yes.

Does he know?

No.

But after tonight...

We may have to tell him.

And one, two, three...

♪ down by the old ♪

♪ mill stream ♪

♪ where I first ♪

Oh! The pizza!

Oh!

Hi.

Hi. It's Norman.

: Hi, Norman!

He's cute.

Thank you!

Uh, Rita, sorry to interrupt.

Oh, you're not! We were just
sitting around and stuff.

I-I didn't know
that you played that.

Well, my parents
were flower children.

Right.

I was born
under the Pepsi challenge tent

in Sedona, remember?

Was there
something you needed?

Oh. Uh...

No.

Aww.

See ya tomorrow.

Okay.

Sleep tight!

: Bye, Norman!

: Aw, he looks like
a Teddy bear!

I think that was our song.

We never had a song.

We should have had one.

So why'd
you leave D.C.?

To get away from you.

Mm. Ouch.

I always know where
I stand with you.

But I never knew
where I stood with you, Steve.

And then I finally realized
that's bad for relationships.

But it's what makes you
so good at your job.

Betrayed by my own excellence.

And your humility.

But you came back.

On vacation.

I wasn't going to call you.

But now...

I guess I need you.

Good.

I'll see what I can do.

Am I... early?

No. No, I was just leaving.

How was dinner?

Fine, thank you.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Okay.

Tomorrow?

Oliver.

I will just adjust my itinerary

to reflect that you will not

be joining us

for our tour in the morning.

No, I will.
I'm coming.

We just have to adjust
our plans for the afternoon.

I couldn't bear

to see how disappointed Phoebe
and her grandfather were.

She's lost her mother,

he's lost a daughter...

And I guess...

After seeing...

Or not seeing my house today...

I just felt like,
at least... at least, with them,

maybe...

Maybe there
was something that I could do,

maybe I could...

Help them in some way.

Well, that's admirable,

but I'm afraid
lieutenant Amidon's situation

does not fall under the purview

of the United States
postal system.

I don't see how you or I

or your friend, Steve,
can hope to make a difference.

Well...

You or I can't, but...

Oliver, I haven't been

completely honest with you
about Steve.

He's not exactly

with the post office.

So, Ms. Mclnerney,

it was you who made the initial
contact with agent Marek?

: Yes.

And it's not something
that I did lightly,

but now I'm glad that I did.

Sir, can I assume
that you are agent Marek?

Yes, I am, senator.

And has the testimony

you've heard so far
been accurate?

Yes, ma'am.

All right.
Continue, Ms. Mclnerney.

: Thank you.

Well, needless to say,

this was all news
to Mr. O'Toole.

The clandestine services?

One of them. Yes.

You...
You dated a spy?

An intelligence analyst.

Officer.

Agent.

Kind of a spy, yeah.

You lied to me.

I didn't lie to you.

I like to think
that you were on

a need-to-know basis,
and now you need to know.

And what else
do I need to know, hmm?

That Steve has agreed
to meet with Harper and Phoebe

if we take them
to the Pentagon tomorrow.

It seems he'd agree to anything

if it meant re-igniting
the flames of...

You know, whatever, with you.

First of all, Oliver,

my flames
are none of your business.

And second,
you don't have to like him,

but he's a good man,

and whatever he may have
meant to me in the past,

all he means now
is a chance to help Phoebe.

Really.

Really.

Mr. O'Toole, I am due
at the senate committee in an hour,

can I begin to hope that there is a way
or a meaning with this story of yours?

Hmm?

Oh, absolutely.

- The next day...
- Hi!

We took Phoebe

and her grandfather
to the national postal museum,

where Rita
and the other contestants

were making an appearance

and I was...

Well, I was on something
of a sentimental journey.

You seem...

Deep in thought.

Three years ago,

I, uh, stood on this very spot
with my wife...

Expounding on the early days
of the pony express.

I turned around and, uh...

She wasn't there.

I stood here waiting and waiting
until they closed,

but, by then,

she'd already left me
and caught a plane to Paris.

That must have been
very painful.

Why did you come back here
today?

Closure.

You remind me of Randilynn.

When she was...
Not even two,

she could barely talk,
but she could walk.

We couldn't keep up with her.

One day, I turned around
and she was gone,

then I heard this huge bang.

I went running into the bedroom
and there she is,

on the floor, sobbing.

I said,
"honey, what happened?"

Well, she was crying so hard,
she couldn't tell me,

so she... she climbed up
on the bed

and rolled off again
just to show me.

That kid...

She was always going back

to the most painful places
in her life

to make some sense of the pain.

All four verses?

Yeah. And if
that didn't work,

she'd do every verse

of the star-
spangled banner, too.

Wow. That
is pretty patriotic.

She was.

Hey! Phoebe!
How are you?

- I'm good.
- How's lib?

- She's getting fat.
- Oh!

I made the neighbors
promise to walk her

twice a day while we were gone.

I love your crown.

Oh, thank you!

I have to wear it everywhere.

Photo shoots, interviews,

even a lecture on sportsmanship

by last year's
miss special handling...

What's that?

Oh, it's like
miss congeniality, only postal.

: Anyways,

I am free as a bird
for the rest of the day.

Great, uh, because

I have something back
at the hotel that...

: Phoebe!

After lunch,

I would like to take you
and your grandfather

to meet a friend of mine.

I can't promise anything, but...

: Ms. Mclnerney.

Grandpa!
Are you all right?

Grandpa?

I think he just
overdid it a bit,

but we'll have him
checked out just in case.

Thanks, Norman.

Get some rest, Harper.

Well, I guess it's up to us

to keep that appointment.

What appointment?

So you attended
this meeting yesterday

as well, Ms. Hayworth?

Uh, it's "Haywith,"
with an "I".

Oh.

Yes, I did.

I had a free afternoon off,
so I went along.

And I am very glad that I did.

I think.

Am I in trouble?

Just give us the facts,
Ms. Haywith.

Oh, okay.

Well, first of all,

I had to leave my crown
at the door.

Oh...

I feel so naked without it.

Here he comes.

Oh.

I did some digging.

I got ahold of the file...

It's an active, working case.

Now, we never give up
on our own,

no matter how long it takes,

but, after reading through this,
we might be running out of time.

So you don't believe
she was killed in the mission?

Look, I can't read you
into the file,

but I can say that,
as of six months ago,

I personally believe
lieutenant Amidon was alive

and being held
somewhere near Pakistan.

Likely by the insurgents
that attacked her team

when she disappeared.

Then you think
she was captured?

Off the record?

Go on, please.

Well,
lieutenant Amidon was a medic.

She trained for
the cultural support teams,

who interface with the Afghans,

collected intelligence.

See, the male soldiers

couldn't talk to Afghan women,

but the female soldiers could.

What seemed like
suspicious activity...

Going off-base,
consorting with the locals...

Had actually been
covertly sanctioned by the army.

See, we can't always
answer allegations

without putting
other people in danger,

so the whole truth
about lieutenant Amidon

is, really, yet to be told.

Is she alive, Steve?

She went back
for two of our own,

who were cut down
in a firefight.

Now, the insurgents
had withdrawn,

but they waited, as they do,

for the rescue team
to come back for the wounded.

And then they ambushed them?

Hang in there, Costas!
You hear me?

We're gonna get you out of here!

Evac!

Move out! Move out!

Randi!

Randi!

Get up! Randilynn!

And then she was wounded?

And captured.

But not by any central group,

otherwise we would've
known more by now.

There was a rescue attempt
last year.

After that,

it appears that she was moved.

The drones haven't been able
to find her.

We followed up on a sighting,
but that didn't pan out.

Then there's this letter,
which may or may not

have been written
by lieutenant Amidon,

but that's gonna take
some time to confirm.

I'm sorry,
did you say a letter?

A letter. Yeah.

A point of clarification,
please, madam chairman?

Ms. Haywith,
have we finally

come to the reason for
this hearing this morning?

You mean the letter?

Yes.

Oh, yes. That's when
Mr. Marek showed us the letter.

Well, he actually
didn't show us the letter,

that was the problem.

That's when
I did the bad thing.

Go on.

This arrived
almost two weeks ago

from Afghanistan,

made its way to us.

It's not in an envelope.

It's all Jerry-rigged together
with tape,

it's addressed

"f-e-e-b."

"By the American secretary
of the military embassy,

"Washington, D.C., U.S.A.,

from soldier female."

Now, the handwriting
on the outside is different

from the inside.

Lieutenant Amidon
may have written this,

but somebody else mailed it
and routed it through kabul.

Kabul has mail?

Ah. You'd be surprised.

They have quite an efficient
postal system in Afghanistan.

: Oh.

And with all the cellphones
and laptops

being hacked so often
out there,

this may have been a good way

to get a message through
unmonitored.

I have always maintained that

mail is still the gold standard
of human communication.

Right.

The problem is,

I mean,
except for something in here

about the fourth of July,

it all really just appears
to be gibberish.

But that's what we do
every day...

We figure out letters
that don't make sense.

Let's see.

Oh, I-I can't let you
look at that.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Steve.
We're all on the same side!

It's classified.
I've shown you too much already.

: Well, not to put
too fine a point on this,

that was not addressed

to the secretary,
but someone named "f-e-e-b,"

which I submit is someone's
idea of how to spell "Phoebe,"

and, therefore,
still has yet to be delivered

to its intended recipient,

and, therefore,
falls clearly under

the jurisdiction of the united
states postal service.

Is he kidding?

I'm sorry, he's not.

Well, that's
just not gonna happen.

There's too much analysis ahead.

There's handwriting,
DNA, cryptography.

You think it's a coded message?

: I hope so,
otherwise, like I said,

it just doesn't make any sense.

I know.

I mean... I bet!

We should go!

I have a big tap dance
number to learn tonight.

: Steve...

I think I should tell you that
Rita has a photographic memory

and there's
a pretty good chance

that she can remember everything
that letter said.

Ah, give or take a few
words here and there.

Your thumb was
covering some of it.

Sorry.

Well, let's just pretend
I didn't hear that.

Fair enough.

If you come up with anything,

I'd like to hear about it.

I didn't know
the "department of agriculture"

was so clandestine.

You'd be surprised.

Don't forget your crown.

Oh, right.

: Wow.
A real spy. Steve?

Analyst.

A minor cog in the wheel.

How is Harper?

: Oh, well, I wanted
to take him to see a doctor,

but he insisted on going back
to the hotel with Phoebe.

Harper's a tough guy,
but he could use some good news.

Then we need to
find him some, hmm?

Well, how?

We only had one... cog.

We are an elite postal
task force, Norman.

Wide powers
of postal discretion.

I think it's time we used them.

: Okay, there was
only six lines.

The first one was, um,
"the day will end fast."

And then
"the birthday of liberty,"

which is the fourth of July clue
that Steve was talking about.

Go on.

Then there was
this weird thing...

"Return to the four-poster."

What?

Some kind of army post, maybe?

Hmm.

Then there was, let me see,

"song 5-9-1-6"

and "proverbial 1-8-1-0."

Anything else?

No, just half a word or two.

"Grim feet."

Grim feet?

That's what it said.

That's the part where
his thumb was covering it.

Steve's right.
None of this makes any sense.

Everything seems like
some sort of clue,

so it must mean something
to someone.

Mm-hmm.

Well, if it was
addressed to Phoebe,

shouldn't she know
what it means?

Someone else
wrote that on the envelope,

and I would hate
to give Phoebe false hope

if we don't have to.

We are professionals.

We should be able
to break this code.

I hate to say this,

but I really do need

to learn to tap dance,
but I promise you,

while my feet are tapping,
my mind will be thinking.

Do you wanna come, Norman?

Oh, sure!

Okay.

Um, what was
that last clue again?

It was a partial.
"Grim feet."

We may be in over
our heads here, Oliver.

I mean,

the only thing that we have
is the fourth of July clue.

The fourth has come and gone.

If that day is important,
then this could all be too late.

♪ By planes, trains
bus, mule, or livery ♪

♪ you bet she'll get
those letters through ♪

♪ so hail
miss special delivery ♪

♪ and all things coastal ♪

♪ from coast to coast'll sing ♪

♪ she's the damsel ♪

♪ we stamp and cancel ♪

♪ the holy grail
of first-class mail ♪

♪ miss special delivery ♪

♪ that's you! ♪

Yeah!

Okay. Hold on.

Miss Louisiana,
slide you over here...

So much harder
than you'd think!

Yeah. Everybody's
out of step but you.

How many people do you
think are gonna be there?

Oh, like 500.

I can't sing
in front of 500 people!

Oh, you'll be okay.

In Rita's book,

Renita Hayweather:
Frontier duchess,

Renita has to sing "moon river"

while sitting
on top of a wurlitzer organ

in the last chance saloon

while a bunch of cowboys
eat pistachios.

But she knows
that it'll inspire Mr. D'Lorman

before the big shoot-out,

so she does it.

Wow! I wanna
read that book.

: Okay, ladies,
let's go back to fifth position.

Fifth?

My dogs are barkin' so bad,

I can't get back to first.

"My dogs are barking."

Don't you just love her?

Yeah.

Five, six, seven, eight...

♪ She's miss special delivery ♪

♪ yes, she's
our post office queen ♪

"My dogs"?

♪ From rocky mountain
to field and fountain... ♪

Dog.

Dogs? Dogs!

Liberty! Let's go!

♪ You bet she'll get
those letters through ♪

♪ so hail
miss special delivery ♪

"Liberty"?

Yes, ma'am.

Randilynn wasn't talking
about the fourth of July.

She was talking about lib.

Their dog's name
is "liberty."

Are you telling me

that this committee convened
a special emergency session

because of the birthdate
of someone's pet?

The birthdate of
Phoebe Amidon's German Shepherd

is of utmost importance,
madame chairman.

It turned out to be
the code-breaker,

the rosetta stone...

And the key to saving
randilynn Amidon's life.

"The day will end fast,"

"the birthday of liberty,"

"return to the four-poster,"

"song 5-9-1-6."

"Proverbial 1-8-1-0,"

and "grim feet."

Grim... feet.

Abraham Lincoln
slept in this hotel

after his election,

before he moved into
the White House in 1860.

I wonder what they called
the Lincoln bedroom

before it was
the Lincoln bedroom.

Huh.

May I use this?

: Guess what!

Room 1201, please.

Oliver.

Harper.
Oliver O'Toole.

When you told me that story

about your daughter
falling off the bed.

Uh, was it
a four-poster bed?

And ask him when
liberty's birthday is!

Harper, uh, I believe
we need to talk.

Well...

Somebody's going to
sleep tonight.

Well, so...

: Harper,
when randilynn fell out

of that four-poster bed,

she was two.

Do you think
she remembers that?

It was a family joke, yes.

And you're sure

that Phoebe's puppy
was born on July 21st?

Yeah, can't forget that.

Do the words "grim feet"
mean anything to you?

Grim feet?

No.

And how about
"the day will end fast"?

Fast, "in a hurry,"

or fast as in "not eating"?

Hmm! Good point.

Um, "proverbial song"?

Proverbial...

Oh, my goodness.

Rita, we need a Bible.

There's one
in the drawer there.

Proverbs and song...
"Song" is the modern version

of the word "psalm."

Thank you.

Sir, is your daughter
a woman of faith?

Oh, yes.

She even taught
some Bible study at the base.

So she knows her Bible?

Oh, chapter and verse.

: Proverbs,
chapter 18, verse 10.

Psalms 59:16...

They both talk about...

Oh, wow!

Oliver...
"The day will end fast."

I think I know what it means.

: Oh! Here we go.

"The name of the lord
is a high tower.

The just run to it,
and are safe."

I need to call Steve.

Who's Steve?

Well, he's not

with the department
of agriculture.

Mr. O'Toole and his team
contacted me last night,

they suggested

the letter
was some form of escape plan

and they made
a rather persuasive case.

But not a conclusive one.

No. But I felt there was
enough information

to bring it to your attention,

especially considering
the deadline.

Well, go ahead, Mr. O'Toole.

Make your case.

Actually, I'd like to
turn that over

to my colleague,
Mr. Dorman.

Thank you, Mr. O'Toole.

Uh, as Ms. Haywith explained,
the second clue,

"the birthday of liberty"
is in reference to July 21st,

which happens to be tomorrow
and, not coincidentally,

is also the birthdate
of the Amidon family dog.

And that date is some sort of
"key" to the code, you say?

Yes, when paired
with the first clue...

"The day will end fast."

In Afghanistan,
and around the world,

the holy month of ramadan
is observed, uh,

with prayer, acts of charity,
and fasting.

This year, those 30 days
of fasting ended

with a traditional festival
of fast-breaking four days ago,

and we suggest that
that is the day

that lieutenant Amidon
chose to escape.

_

: It is time.

_

If she's actually escaped,

it's likely she had help
from a local,

someone willing
to risk their life,

most likely a pashtun...

They have a great respect

for their traditions
and hospitality and charity.

Even so,

it's hard to imagine,

because the punishment
for helping an American

is death.

Assuming she did
escape four days ago,

where is she going?

Well, that's the third clue.
"Return to the four-poster."

: A reference
to an Amidon family joke...

A four-poster bed
where she fell as a child

and returned
to re-enact her fall.

: Which would suggest
the village of darakht,

it was the site
of the original firefight

and the location where
lieutenant Amidon was seen last,

falling out of a helicopter.

According
to Mr. Marek,

Darakht also has
a distinctive high tower,

and twice in her letter,
in clues four and five,

randilynn refers
to a biblical tower or fortress

as a place of safety
and refuge.

Wherever she is,

we know she wasn't trained
in navigation

or advanced survival.

How can she possibly
make her way back to Darakht?

: Lieutenant Amidon

is the daughter
of an air force captain.

Her husband
was killed in action in kabul.

She is an American soldier,

but she is also
an American mother,

and nothing is gonna keep
a woman like that

from doing whatever it takes

to find her way back
to her little girl.

We cannot go on.

There is a roadblock ahead.

Come.

It's too dangerous

for you to stay in the truck.

I must go on
before they find you.

It's okay.

Wait for me there.

I will try and return tomorrow
and take you to Darakht.

I am sorry.

I have only a little food
to leave with you.

Please, no.

You take it.

You've done so much already.

No. The fast is over.

We must all celebrate.

Thank you.

If I am not back in two days,

please know that I have tried,
but I could not,

then you must walk
the rest of the way.

Always keep the mountains
on your right,

and at night,

the brightest star
over that peak.

It is very dangerous...
But God is good.

Yes.

But people, not always.

I think we are.

You... and me.

Hold on tight.

Ah!

Oh!

The letter
written by lieutenant Amidon

is, in fact, a roadmap
for a rescue mission

that began four days ago,

and we hope will end tomorrow

in a rendezvous
with American troops

in the very same place
where she was first captured...

The "high tower"
in the village of Darakht,

as indicated by the clues
she gave us.

Five out of six
so-called clues, Mr. O'Toole.

: Yes, well, uh,

the last clue
was partially obscured

when Ms. Haywith
glanced at the letter,

but she was able to make out
the words "grim feet."

We respectfully request
the opportunity

to inspect the actual letter

in order to decode
the final clue.

Ms. Haywith is fortunate

she hasn't been indicted
for reading and disseminating

the information
she has already seen.

And Mr. Marek may very well
be disciplined for allowing her,

or any of you,

to even become aware
of its existence.

Whatever "grim feet" may mean,

that is a matter

for our own intelligence service
to determine.

But there isn't time!

She took a huge chance
sending that letter.

And here we are,
maybe the only people

who could solve that message
in time to save her.

Why would a soldier
hoping for rescue

purposely write
something obscure

and run the chance
that it wouldn't be decoded?

To protect anyone
coming to help her.

Having spent quite a bit
of time in the military,

madame chairman,

I can attest

that lieutenant Amidon
would know

that should someone intercept
a more specific letter,

that they could simply allow her
to reach her rendezvous point

and then wait to ambush
the entire rescue party.

It's what happened
the night she was captured.

She wouldn't
allow it to happen again.

We'll take
a five-minute break.

I can't go to prison, Norman.

I think she was just
saying that you could,

but you won't.

That's what I got
out of it, anyways.

I mean, if anyone's in trouble,

it's probably that Steve guy.

I had you vetted.

It's what we do around here.

As it turns out,

you're what we call
"a solid citizen."

Oh, well, I take that
as a compliment.

I'm coming to suspect

that perhaps you are one,
as well.

Maybe Shane has good taste.

Hmm.

I must confess, at first,
I was, um...

Suspicious of your motives
for helping us.

Look, I know
it sounds kind of corny,

but I still believe
in all that stuff

we used to sing
when we were kids...

The grand old flag,
Amber waves of grain,

"the halls of montezuma."

: Excuse me, gentlemen.

Hate to interrupt,
but they're going back in.

We were just, uh,
discussing patriotism.

: Phoebe was
telling me yesterday

her mom was so patriotic that,
instead of lullabies,

she'd sing all the verses
to "the star-spangled banner"

and "America the beautiful"
every night.

All the verses?

It is the conclusion
of this committee,

that although you folks

have painted
a very entertaining story,

we are unwilling
to see American troops

put in harm's way at this time

for a rescue mission

based on a loose interpretation

of five so-called clues
in a letter.

Madame chairman...

If you can't tell us
what "grim feet" means,

Mr. O'Toole,

it renders the rest
of your conjectures useless.

A few dates and a reference
to an old outpost with a tower

is no indication
of intent to escape.

- But we have it!
- Mr. O'Toole...

If Mr. Marek
would just confirm

the complete phrase
in that letter...

The words ending in grim feet...
We can give you

lieutenant Amidon's
promise to escape.

You've shared enough already,
Mr. Marek.

Do not respond.

Steve, the clue
that Rita couldn't read...

Was it "pilgrim feet?"

The truth, now, please.

Answer that,
Mr. Marek...

And you may live to regret it.

Only if he's wrong,
madame chairman.

Mr. Marek... that last clue...

Was it "pilgrim feet?"

Yes.

Randilynn Amidon...

Randilynn Amidon
sang every verse

of "America the beautiful"
every night

as a lullaby
to her little girl.

Every verse, including,

"oh, beautiful for pilgrim feet

"whose Stern impassioned stress
a thoroughfare for freedom

beat cross the wilderness."

Ladies and gentlemen,

randilynn Amidon is somewhere
in Afghanistan tonight,

beating a thoroughfare
across the wilderness

in search of that tower,

in search of everything
we stand for,

in search... in search of

the freedom
that she was willing to die for.

And somewhere
near that same wilderness

is a band of her brothers

with the courage
to die for her, for us,

to bring randilynn home...

If you will just
have the courage to send them.

Have you heard anything?

: Nothing.

I wish we could

tell Harper and Phoebe
what was going on.

: You know
we're sworn to secrecy, Norman.

How is he?

He's fine.

We'll all be on
the same flight tomorrow.

We even made plans to
get together in Denver.

Think we'll have anything
to tell them by then?

I don't imagine we'll ever hear

what the committee
decides to do...

Unless, uh...
Unless the news is good.

But for now, however,

we must turn to the present.

Very best of luck, Rita.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, and have fun!

I will.

I think...

You might have a friend

that needs to be
reminded of that.

: Oh! Oh, my goodness.

Okay. I better get going, guys.

Uh, I'll see you later.

Um... Rita?

I'll be right back.

Norman?
You all right?

I have a present for Rita.

I just wanted her to know...

If she wins,

she'll be gone
for a whole year,

traveling around,
giving speeches...

Shaking hands with people,

other people...

Are you afraid she'll forget...

Us?

There are a lot more things
on this earth

than being
miss special delivery, you know.

I think, after this week,

we all know that, Norman.

Oh, Norman, thank goodness!

We've missed the bus

and Mindy's having
a little trouble walking...

Forward.

Oh!

So are they going to
charge you with anything?

Probably not.

But if I do get arrested,
you'll bail me out, right?

I heard that Oliver
came into a good sum of money.

How do you know that?

Oh, never mind.

I don't think all that money's
gonna change him, though.

Well, that's too bad.

I was hoping you were going to
give me another chance.

Ah.

Well, there's
nothing actually official

between...

Between Oliver and me.

But unofficially?

Steve, we're friends.

And a solid friendship
is a good way

to start anything.

You were always so unavailable,

for that... with all that
"agricultural" work

that took you away
all the time.

I'm back.
I live here now.

: It's not about
where you live, Steve.

Home is more than
just an address.

It's...

It's roses that you stick around
to watch grow.

It's a porch swing...

And...

Taking the time to swing on it.

I can get you a porch swing.

I've already got one.

Mr. Marek.

Yeah.
Hey, Oliver.

You, uh...
Heard any news?

Well...

Of course.

You can neither
confirm nor deny.

I can neither confirm nor deny

that, based on a recommendation

from the senate subcommittee
for military actions,

the president has approved

a plan for
a special operations mission

that commenced at 1600 hours
Washington time

with the objective

of recovering
a lieutenant randilynn Amidon.

So it's a go?

That's right, Jennifer.

We are here
in the nation's capitol

as history is being made
by Denver's own Rita Haywith,

the first Colorado
miss special delivery

to make it
to the final talent competition

for the national crown.

: Take a deep breath
and trust me, Mindy.

I swear, there are not
500 people out there

How... many...

Are... there?

473?

Oh! It's okay, Mindy!

Just think about big piney.

Just pretend you're singing

to your friends,

and your neighbors, and, uh...

And your livestock.

We should take our seats.

I can't sit.

I keep thinking
about the mission.

What time is it?

Eight.

It's happening.

Now, in just a few minutes,

she will step out

onto that stage

and hopefully into
the hearts of the judges,

and then perhaps, tomorrow,
into the headlines.

We'll have those final results
for you

tonight at 11:00.

And we're back.

And next,
in the talent competition,

miss Louisiana, Peggy rhodes.

Rita?

Norman!

I just wanted to say...

Well, I, um, wanted
to give you something

before you go on.

Tsk! Oh!
Thank you, Norman.

I sent chapter 14
of Renita Hayweather

into the postal living quarterly

and they printed it!

This is a copy
of their next edition.

You're a published
writer, Rita!

See? Um, they wanted a photo,

so I sent that picture
that I took

at last year's
safety inspection.

I had to Photoshop it
a little. Oh!

And you get
a year's subscription

and a check for $500!

Norman...
Wh-what have you done?

Oh, I just thought,
in case you win,

I didn't want you to forget

that you're a great writer,

and a postable.

And you're my, um...

You're my...

But I can't win now.

I can't compete
without a talent,

and y-y-you just got
my talent disqualified.

What?

"No contestant shall perform

"using a talent

for which she has received
previous compensation."

But...

I'm in print!

And they've paid me.

I'm not an amateur anymore.

Norman...
What were you thinking?

Norman, this is a disaster.
Can't you see?

Are we having our first fight?

Miss Wyoming...
Mindy Maloney!

Go on, Mindy!

You can do it! Go!

: No, no, no, no!

Everything is falling apart.

I'm sorry, Rita.
I'm so sorry.

N... it's okay, Norman.
Never mind.

It's okay. It's okay.

Um, uh...

Ladies and gentlemen... heh.

My friend
and co-contestant, Mindy,

just needs...
She just needs a moment.

This year's theme
is "delivering inspiration"

and... well, let's face it,

sometimes, inspiration
takes a little... time.

So...

I thought I would go first.

You know, for my talent,

I was going to do

a dramatic reading
from my unpublished novel,

Renita Hayweather:
Frontier duchess,

but it turns out that I'm...

Well, I'm published after all...

Which is really too bad,

because I really like the part

where a mysterious
cattle-bearing Mr. D'Lorman

gives her
his trusty steed, Zephyr,

to pull her wagon!

You know, at first,
she doesn't understand

why he would give away
his favorite horse like that,

but then she realizes
he did it because,

no matter where she went,

Zephyr would always
find the way home.

Which is really his way
of saying

that he is in love with her!

Oh...

He's in love with her?

Oh!

Oh, that's so cool!

Oh!
You ready? Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Miss Wyoming

is ready to sing now.

And for my new talent, I...

Well, I guess we're just gonna
have to do this together.

Peggy, can I borrow
your guitar?

Thanks.

: You still
have a shot, Mindy.

Take it.

: ♪ to dream
the impossible dream ♪

♪ to fight ♪

♪ the unbeatable foe ♪

♪ to bear
with unbearable sorrow ♪

♪ to run ♪

♪ where the brave dare not go ♪

♪ to right ♪

♪ the unrightable wrong ♪

♪ to love
pure and chaste from afar ♪

♪ to try ♪

♪ when your arms
are too weary ♪

♪ to reach
the unreachable star ♪

♪ this is my quest ♪

♪ to follow that star ♪

♪ no matter how hopeless ♪

♪ no matter how far ♪

♪ to fight for the right
without question or pause ♪

♪ to be willing
to march into hell ♪

♪ for a heavenly cause ♪

♪ and I know ♪

♪ if I'll only be true ♪

♪ to this glorious quest ♪

♪ that my heart
will lie peaceful and calm ♪

♪ when I'm laid to my rest ♪

♪ and the world ♪

♪ will be better for this ♪

♪ That one soul ♪

♪ scorned
and covered with scars ♪

♪ still strove ♪

♪ with her last ounce
of courage ♪

♪ to reach... ♪

♪ the unreachable ♪

♪ star... ♪

There she is...
Miss special delivery.

Only because of
this lady right here.

Miss special handling!

Oh! No.

Thank you, Rita.

Oh, Mindy.
You deserve it!

The way you sang...

Well...

You'll never know

how much some of us
needed to hear it tonight.

Well, I guess
I'll be seeing you.

You really are "special," Rita.

Oh, thank you.

I'm so sorry for everything.

I really don't know
what I was thinking.

Oh...

Well, I think

you were thinking that...

You love me?

Yeah. I was definitely
thinking that!

Oh...

Aww.

- I'll...
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Yeah.

We'll get it.

When you asked me

to have dinner with you
in Washington,

I was hoping for a little more.

You know, chips
and potato salad

to go with the sandwich.

I owe you one.

You owe me nothing, Oliver.

Whatever happens now,

you gave me something today
that I'll never forget.

A little hope
for this world again.

Believe it or not,

I used to know all the verses
to that song, too.

Mm.

"Thine alabaster cities gleam,

undimmed by human tears."

Harper told me

that Phoebe puts up
a good front,

but...

She still cries herself
to sleep

almost every night.

Oliver, when I think

about what's happening
over there right now,

I just hope we did
the right thing.

Oh, I think we did.

I think...

We were called

to be a part of...

A lot of little miracles

that had to happen
to get this far.

Well, now we just
need one more.

"In the morning,

I will sing of your mercy..."

"For you are my fortress,

"my refuge,

"my high tower

in times of trouble."

♪ O, beautiful ♪

Delta bravo,
we have eyes on soul sister.

I repeat.
We have soul sister.

♪ For Amber waves of grain ♪

♪ for purple mountain
majesties ♪

♪ above the fruited plain ♪

♪ America ♪

♪ America ♪

♪ God shed his grace on thee ♪

♪ and crown thy good
with brotherhood ♪

♪ from sea to shining sea ♪

Where's our taxi going?

Oh, you won't be needing it.

You must be Phoebe.

Yeah.

Hello, sir.

Steven Marek.

Department of defense.

Former air force?

- Yeah. That's right.
- I thought you and Phoebe...

Would like to see
what army rangers

are flying around in
these days.

Mom!

Mommy!

Oh, mama!

- Hi, daddy!
- Oh! Oh...

We're heading to the airport,

with one stop on the way.

What's this?

Uh...

This is the first acquisition

by the newly-formed
O'Toole foundation.

You bought this lot?

I did.

And you're building
retirement homes?

Oh... all sorts
of things.

Maybe a... school

or a library in Afghanistan.

We're starting small.

I assume you can use
your computer to track down

the original blueprints
for your ancestral home?

Probably!

It was a pretty small house,
though.

Oh.

Well, we'll just
make it bigger.

There'll be a porch...

Uh, and a swing, of course.

Roses.

Oh, that reminds me.

Ahem.

What's this?

Is it...

I took a cutting from
your rosebush over there.

If you take it home, plant it,

next year, you'll have the...

First rose of summer.

Yes.

Are we all
supposed to move here?

Not for a long time
yet, Norman.

We all have a lot left to do.
Besides...

It's nice to have something
to look forward to, hmm?

Wow, Shane! It's so cool...

Your first house
will be your last house.

Ah, the great circle of life.

Can I have a workshop?
And a laboratory?

Maybe a little...

Mini-anti-matter cyclotron
in the garage?

No, Norman.

No cyclotron.

It's time to go.

What a family.

The few...

The proud...

The postal.

♪ And crown thy good ♪

♪ with brotherhood ♪

♪ from sea to shining sea ♪

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