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♪ I've climbed
the Eiffel Tower ♪

♪ Walked in a London shower ♪

♪ But I get lost finding
my way to your heart ♪

♪ And I can tell you
where the Big Dipper is ♪

♪ Where Cinderella's
magical slipper is ♪

♪ I'm a wiz ♪

♪ Now that you know ♪

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ Hold me and kiss me ♪

♪ And show me the
way to your heart ♪

You know, I often marvel,

as I imagine you do,

at the, uh, ease of
Trans-Atlantic travel

as compared to, say,
a hundred years ago.

Hmm!

Did I mention we saw

actual letters retrieved
from the Titanic?

Yes. Yes, you did.

- At the British Postal Museum.
- Yes.

- On your honeymoon.
- Yes.

- Last Tuesday.
- Mm-hmm.

In the afternoon.

Ah! Let me tell you...

nothing exceeds the realization

of a great dream of your
life such as that...

unless, of course,

it is to experience it

with the love of your
life by your side.

I dare say

we might be one of the
great postal love stories.

That's how Shane and I met.

Just guessing...
at the post office?

Oh, uh, the Dead Letter
Office, to be precise.

We comprise a rather
elite task force

with wide powers of
postal discretion.

But I get ahead of myself...

I could go on.

But, please, tell
me about yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are beginning our
descent into Denver.

Please return your seats back...

Oh, my goodness, the
time just flew by!

- Are we landing?
- Momentarily, my love.

Please store...

You know, you slept all
the way from London.

How 'bout you?

Oh, my friend here and I

had the most
marvelous conversation

- about love and the mail.
- Yeah.

Every step it took to
get us to this moment...

the threshold of our
new life together.

And now, it begins.

And now...

it begins.

♪ Finally love ♪

♪ Has found me ♪

♪ After all this time ♪

♪ Finally love ♪

♪ It took so long
it's just a crime ♪

♪ But now I'm
not complaining ♪

♪ My life's complete ♪

♪ Finally love is here for me ♪

♪ Yes, it is... ♪

Good morning, Mr. O'Toole.

It's nearly ran down!

Oh. How long does it
tick before it stops?

Five days.

I had the gardener winding
it while we were away,

but I forgot he was

visiting his mother in
Grand Junction this week.

Well, we were on our honeymoon.

You had a pretty good reason

for letting things
slip a little.

True.

But it's ticked continuously
for the last 100 years.

I'd never forgive myself

if this clock stopped
on my watch...

so to speak.

So, um...

how soon till you're
ready to leave, my love?

I should be ready soon.

Well, it is our first day back.

So...

they'll understand if
we're a little late.

Well...

I suppose I am the
ranking official.

Oh, let me, um, bring this
wedding gown upstairs.

No! Just leave it there.

I'm gonna take it
to the cleaners

and have it heirloomized

by wedding dress
preservation professionals.

All right.

- ♪ I believe my love... ♪
- Oops.

♪ ...Has been found ♪
Oliver!

Yes, coming!

They'll be here, Norman.

We were late getting back
from our honeymoon, too.

Yeah, but we were coming back
from the East Tincup Family Camp

during the off-season
in Bland, Colorado.

They were in Europe. They
have other languages.

They could get on
the wrong train,

or eat the wrong cheese.

- We're here!
- Oh, thank heavens.

Tell us everything!

- How was the cheese?
- Uh, unparalleled.

The cheese, the wine...

and, of course...

the British Museum
of Postal History

was humbling... inspiring!

Monumental.

The breadth and depth of their
Medieval Collection was...

it put me in mind

to explore the possibilities

of a postal museum
right here in Denver.

I couldn't stop
thinking about it!

Yes, it was a big
topic in the balloon.

Oh, you did the balloon!

We did! It was so magical.

Floating over Stockholm
in a hot-air balloon,

sipping champagne
with my new husband.

Sounds like a lot more fun than
donkey rides in "East Tincup".

Oh, though the zipline was cool.

We did love the zipline.

Rita? What have we here?

It's a welcome-home present!

No!

Oh, yes.

"The Great Mailbox
Breach of 2017"?

Yep. Every letter mailed
from Garfield High School.

I had given up hope
they'd ever be found.

Yeah. They were recovered
from a street drain,

and then accidentally sent

to the terminal
annex in Kansas City.

And it took seven years
to track and return them

to Denver?

Yeah. Not everybody can be us.

We've got 25,

including that
severely-damaged one.

And I have invented

something to remove mold

and flakes.

It's my, uh,

4-step "Desiccation and
Revelation Process".

It'll only take
five to six months

for the process to be complete.

Astounding, Norman.

Well, we have plenty to
keep us busy until then.

Ms. McInerney,

would you like to do the honors?

Oh, you're still going
by Ms. McInerney?

We're still working on it.

- Ah.
- Okay...

Oh.

Water-soluble ink.

Perhaps addressed
with a fountain pen.

I can barely read anything.

Well, we have obeyed all the
postal-privacy directives,

and we have no other option.

Norman?

Well, extraction can be tricky.

Uh, over here.

We've got a whole
day planned for you.

Lunch at Ramon's new
restaurant with Oliver's dad.

And... Charley is
bringing Eleanor.

Perfect! Ooh,
how's that going?

It's not strange

having a brand-new
mom and her baby

living in your basement?

Oh, no. When I was growing
up, we always took people in.

And how's Charley handling
single motherhood?

Oh. Well, a new
baby is a lot...

uh, but we're helping,

and Norman is
completely onboard.

- Aww.
- Like...

like, completely!

Well, you'll see.

Well, my friends, we have
a nearly-readable letter.

Shall we?

Mm.

Uh... ahem!

"Dear Maria,

I am shocked, dismayed,
and quite hurt

by your actions.

I feel utterly betrayed

by someone I considered
to be a stellar student

with great potential,

and I was proud

to be your mentor,

and, I thought, your friend.

When the police arrived today,

it broke my heart,

but you broke the law.

I'm sorry to say that
I will press charges.

Life has consequences, Maria,

and you must learn to face them,

or this path of anger
you continue to choose

will become a way of life,

and all you have worked for

will be overtaken

by self-entitlement
and bitterness.

If you want to play
ball for a living,

you need to learn how
to play ball in life.

This is a difficult
letter to write,

but not all teaching
happens in the classroom,

and this is one lesson I feel
I need to impart to you."

"Impart!" I'm gonna go
with English teacher.

"As your theater teacher,

I often emphasized

that drama belongs
on the stage, not..."

Oh. The rest is missing.

What we do know,
though, however,

whoever wrote this...

clearly, a Garfield High
School theater teacher

seven years ago...

and addressed this,
apparently, to a student.

Ouch. What a letter to send!

Or receive.

Maria could be a very
different person now.

Are you really sure we
have to deliver that?

I didn't hear you say that.

She must have done really awful.

We brought them all
the way from London.

That's from the
British Postal Museum.

Oh, a sealing wax set!

It stamps the
profile of a corgi.

"Mailboxes of the
19th Century."

Limited edition.

Oh, there she is! Charley!

- Hey!
- Hi!

How are you doing?

Oh, she's fine.

A little colicky,
but that's normal.

Sleeps almost six hours a
night, wakes up very cranky.

I think he meant
Charley, Norman.

Oh, I'm great, but
I couldn't do it

if Eleanor didn't have two
amazing godparents, huh?

Hey, if you wanna sit down,
I can take her for a walk.

Oh, yes! Thank you.

Mm. Bye!

Yeah?

Beep... beep... beep... beep.

So, Charley, when
are you back to work?

Um, well, I could take
more maternity leave,

but, honestly,
it's kind of lonely

at Rita and Norman's
without them there.

Oh.

Why don't you come
hang out with us?

I mean, you could
bring Eleanor along.

Oh, uh, regulations don't...

Joe, you could come
by and help us set up

a crib in the corner.

Actually...

Norman already has.

There's a crib in the DLO?

- Mm-hmm.
- I gave 'em your old one.

I'm sorry, uh, babies in the
workplace are... they're...

Oh, you are "the
ranking official"

in the Dead Letter
Office, darling.

Yes, but...

Wait!

Charley, didn't you
graduate from Garfield High?

Seven years ago, yeah.

Did you know a girl named Maria?

She either played softball
or volleyball, maybe?

No. I wasn't really
into sports that much.

Do you remember
your drama teacher?

Um, Mrs. Philpott.
She's not there anymore.

She actually left the second
semester of my senior year.

No one knows why, though.

And the plot thickens.

And the salad bar is open.

Oh!

Please don't get used to, um...

don't get in the
habit of assuming

I'm willing

to bend the postal
rules just because we...

Because we share
the same mailbox?

Ovilear!

Ramon!

You were both so
kind to think of me

on your honeymoon.

What a thoughtful souvenir.

"A Compendium of Recovered
Mail from the Titanic."

Well, your great-uncle was lost
on the Titanic, if I recall.

Actually...

he got lost on the
way to the Titanic.

Ah!

A fortunate mix-up.

So, how is married life?

Grand.

Every day, a revelation.

Mm. Marriage...

is like a salad bar, Ovilear.

A great one brings you
back again and again,

to appreciate all
it has to offer.

Hmm.

How are your adoption
plans coming?

Oh. Well, there's a lot
of paperwork to fill out,

to even start
looking for a baby,

but helping Charley with Eleanor

takes up a lot of time.

Well...

Norman's time.

So, you found a letter
to Mrs. Philpott?

From. It was mailed

in the Great Mailbox
Breach of 2017.

A bomb scare that turned
out to be a false alarm...

but, in the process, a
mailbox was blown up,

along with most of
the mail inside,

and then, anything
they did recover

ended up at the
wrong post office

for a few years,

until it made its
way back to us.

Is that all you're going to eat?

Oh, I'm not very hungry.

Well, not every
letter we deliver

is gonna be good news.

Whoever Maria is,

she has a letter to read,
and we are gonna have...

Norman, have you ever had
anything of yours heirloomized?

Um, no. Nope.

I think I would've remembered
something like that.

Cherry Creek Professional
Fabric Preservation...

it is the only place
that I would trust

with preserving
my wedding dress.

And it'll be in
perfect condition

for when your daughter gets...

oh, if you have a daughter.

Maybe someday.

But what about you?

Oh. We're still
trying, of course.

But we wanna adopt, too.

If I can just get
Norman to finish

his application essay on
why he wants to be a dad...

Hey.

Maybe he already feels like one.

Okay?

You know, it's funny.

You think you know

your soulmate's
quirks and thoughts,

and then they surprise you.

Oh, believe me, after
all of these years,

I have seen all of
Oliver's quirks.

Well, I'm going to run a
search for all the Marias

in sports at Garfield
High in 2017.

I'm just gonna need to take
a look at that letter again.

Oh, I've got it.

Uh...

where'd it go?

Oh!

I put it in the
Pending Box, and...

it's...

It's already empty.

Uh, that's not the Pending
Box, that's the Outgoing Box.

Oh, and I emptied it
onto the main conveyor

on our way to lunch!

So, it went back
into the system?

Oh, I'm so, so, so sorry. I...

I'm so jet-lagged, and I just...

Not to worry.

It was a dead letter, it
still is a dead letter,

and will find its way back
to us sooner or later.

We just have to wait.

In the meantime,

we have plenty of
work to do right here.

Hmm.

Have you thought about
expanding the closet?

Or, you know, adding on?

Oh, the house is protected by
the State Historical Society.

Any changes have to be
approved by a committee.

Wow.

It's astounding.

There's no postal museum
in the State of Colorado,

and yet, there is a
museum entirely dedicated

to the Unsinkable Molly Brown.

I know, to be fair, she
did survive the Titanic.

Are you feeling a little warm?

No, not really.

Mm-mm.

How do you open this?

Oh, uh,

well, the crank
was lost years ago.

Um, the Society won't
approve a new window,

because it affects

the exterior integrity
of the house.

It only opens by a committee?

Uh, well... Uh, the review
board meets next spring.

I'll try and get
it on the agenda.

You okay?

I just feel awful
about that letter.

On the other hand,

would it be so terrible
if Maria never got it?

Yes, it would.

And I have every confidence

that we will get another
chance to do the right thing.

Trust the timing.

"Trust the timing."

Shane?

Oh, good heavens.

I'm almost ready.

I just have to
find my other shoe.

Well, I'm sure it's here.

There are none left upstairs.

Oh! Got it.

Ah!

- ♪ Ready! ♪
- Ready.

- Big day.
- Big day.

Mm!

Morning, Charley.
You're here early.

I bet she didn't wanna
miss the grand finale

of the "Great Mailbox Breach"...

only two letters left.

Actually, three.

It's back!

Maria's letter?

No!

Cast your dead letter
upon the postal waters...

and it shall be returned to you.

Charley? Are you okay?

Um...

I have a confession.

The bomb scare...

the Great Mailbox
Breach of 2017...

that was my fault.

I-I'm sorry.

I don't understand

how you could be responsible
for a bomb scare.

Because it was my idea.

Uh, not the bomb part!

It's just, um...
it's complicated.

Well, I am stunned.

No, I'm flabbergasted, actually.

I'm-I'm more than that! I...

You tell us what happened.

There were three of us who
hung around in high school.

It was me and these two
guys... Marlon and Barry.

Marlon was the sweet one.

Barry was the crazy one.

We saw the world the same way.

We read the same books. We
laughed at the same things.

So, Barry's thing was thinking
up these crazy pranks.

Nothing mean...
just... creative.

Like, um...

putting the principal's
morning announcements

through an app that made
him sound like Voldemort.

"Voldemo..."?

Later.

Go on.

Anyway, we had this thing
about "seizing the day".

Except Marlon and
Barry kept teasing me

for always being worried

we'd get into trouble
if we did, so...

I decided to do something

to prove I was just as
creative as they were.

That mailman empties that box

at 12:05, every day,

like clockwork.

What kind of life is that?

Every day... same
time, same box.

I don't know.

Some people like their
routines, you know?

Some people need their routines.

Take that away and he'd be lost.

Or maybe he'd be released
from the monotony

of the daily drudgery
of constant retrieval,

and it would rock his world.

All he needs is
something to wake him up!

Tomorrow...

we seize the day.

Okay, we seize the day.

We seize the day!

High-five!

I must take exception
to the characterization

of dedicated postal
service as "drudgery".

She was 17, Oliver.

Keep going.

I had the idea to put
something in the mailbox

that would surprise the carrier.

Just surprise him, that's all!

Uh, maybe put a
microphone in there

and have a voice
yelling, "Let me out!"

Barry wanted to
put a cat in there.

A cat? Mm.

A cat?

But...

we landed on something we
thought was pretty tame.

We put an alarm
clock in the mailbox

just to see what would happen.

Go, go, go!

I can hear it.

Mrs. Philpott, 2:00.

Ahem.

- Morning!
- Good morning.

Uh-oh.

What happened?

The alarm didn't go off.

What's he doing?

Where's he going?

Hey, you two! Get out
of here! Come on, run!

Nobody really thinks
that's a bomb, right?

What do we do now?

Nothing!

We weren't here.

The bomb squad came.

Uh-oh!

Charley!

They detonated the mailbox.

And the rest is history.

You intentionally breached

a repository of the U.S. Mail

with a clock?

I'm so sorry, I don't know
what I was thinking...

all those letters.

Charley, it was a
really long time ago...

you were just a kid,

and it was a silly prank.

It was a federal offense!

But not intentional.

A federal offense.

But not intentional.

You know I love the post office.

Yes, we do.

But there should be
a consequence for...

this sort of thing.

So...

suspension.

Oliver!

So... ahem!

You...

you should go home

and meditate on
what you've done...

and we will see
you in the morning.

Thank you, Oliver.

I'm sorry.

At least we found
Maria's letter.

Wait!

You asked me about a
Maria at my school.

I just remembered one.

Do you remember her last name?

No, but she was supposed to
be the lead in the school play

and then she just disappeared.

Like Mrs. Philpott?

Did she play sports, too?

All I know is that
Maria never graduated.

I think she got
arrested or something.

Wow. So Maria went to jail,

Mrs. Philpott disappeared,

and Charley violated

Federal Postal
Regulation 587B...

Section E, Paragraph 12?

At least we have
the letter back,

and a real lead now, too.

I ran a search

in the 2017 Garfield
High database

for seniors named "Maria".

I found two.

A "Maria Haugen"

was never registered
in the drama class,

but a "Maria Solinger" was.

So, Maria Solinger.

Next steps?

Track down Maria's
current address

and surprise her with
a really awful letter?

That is our mandate, yes.

I hope that our efforts to
deliver the last two letters

are successful

and bring a modicum of pleasure
to their intended recipients.

Well...

let's get this over with.

That's the spirit.

Oh! How did your
appointment go this morning?

Oh. Well, the adoption
people want us to find

a registered family therapist

to attest to our
"fitness" as parents.

Yeah, they gave us
a list of names,

but they're all on the
other side of town.

I'm not comfortable being
that far away from home,

in case Eleanor needs something.

On the other hand, honey,

perhaps a good therapist

could provide a
little perspective

on how to raise your children

while other people raise theirs.

- Oh, I've got one!
- A therapist?

- Cousin.
- Oh...

Norman and his myriad cousins.

Oh, that's right...

Calliope! She's perfect!

She's a family counselor,
she's right in town,

and she's really flexible!

Well, with our schedule,
flexible hours are a plus.

I haven't seen
Calliope since, um...

Oh! Five years ago.

When she played "Santa Claus"
at the office Christmas Party.

Oh, that was her

coming down that pneumatic
tube in the terminal annex?

Yeah.

Do you really think a cousin
is a good idea, though?

- Because, I feel...
- Of course!

I mean, who knows them better?

Uh, I'm sorry I
interrupted you at lunch.

Oh. That's okay.

I mean... I get it.

Uh, you get what?

Well...

sometimes, you just have to
weigh in on a conversation

with another point of view

before I've had a
chance to actually...

But I didn't see it
as "weighing in".

You... You just did it, darling.

But that's okay.

It's just a little quirk.

Little quirk.

Rita, where are we
with that first letter?

I'm still missing

one digit of the street address
and most of the street name,

except for the letter "Z,"
but... we're getting there.

Great. And the search
for Maria Solinger?

Well, I found 20
just in Colorado,

but only one that
matches our Maria's age,

and that is where the trail
for Maria Solinger stops.

After her arrest?

Yeah. I couldn't find anything
in the traditional news,

probably because
she was under 18.

But I did find something on
the Garfield High chatroom

from back then.

Listen to this...

"Maria Solinger
could've gone Division 1

but she blew it."

Then this...

"I heard she was sentenced
to 30 days in juvie.

Kiss that scholarship goodbye."

- Hmm.
- Wow.

Whatever Maria did

must be the reason she
didn't graduate high school.

If she was sentenced, there
would be court records,

but that would be a tough one.

Maybe we can follow
a paper trail

to somebody who still knows her.

Okay.

Uh, Norman?

I could use your advice.

Oh. Um...

well, personal or postal?

Well, for many years,

I have been your mentor
in, um, many areas of life,

but now, as a newlywed,

uh,

the pupil has
become the teacher,

and I have, uh, much to learn
about the first months of...

ahem... adjustment.

Um...

well, uh, it's mostly about
working out the little things.

Like, um...

who does the dishes or
who takes out the garbage,

or who thinks my
36-volume collection

of South American
commemorative stamps

doesn't belong on
the coffee table...

little stuff.

But you do, uh,
adjust, eventually?

Yeah.

Well, it comes down to...

teamwork, compromise...

waking up every
morning and thinking,

"What can I do to
make her happy today?"

Bingo!

Public Defender Ed Frank

supervised juvenile
cases seven years ago.

Excellent. Let's
make the call.

I'm on it.

And guess what!

I... just matched a zip code

to half a street name.

That's two down, one to go.

We're on a roll!

Yeah. And Calliope can
see us at one today.

Except I was gonna take
Eleanor for a walk.

Oh, Well, you could take
a walk with me to therapy.

Mm. Public defender's
booked for today,

but there might be an
opening for tomorrow.

So I think I might just
go home and have a nap.

Are you okay?

Yeah, it's just these long hours

- are starting to make me...
- Actually, you reminded me.

Um, I have an errand to run.

I can drop you at the house.

All right, everyone!

Let's break and regroup
at two, shall we?

Oh, okay.

Come on, Norman.
Let's get evaluated.

Oh...

I am so ready for this nap.

Oh...

oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh...

How are you feeling?

Oh, I feel good.

Wh-Where's my wedding dress?

Oh, well, uh, I knew

you fully intended to
take it to be preserved,

so I thought to myself,

"What can I do to
relieve my dear wife

of the burden of such
a mundane errand?"

So, I took it for you.

Wow. How thoughtful.

And-And where did you
happen to take it?

Oh, "Fred's Swifty Cleaners".

Not "Cherry Creek Professional
Fabric Preservation"?

No. Fred...

he was very excited,
and in fact,

he said he's always wanted
to work with "real lace".

I thought you'd be pleased.

I just wish you'd
asked me first.

Oh, well, it would be
just another decision

for you to make,
when you have so many

uh... here, waiting
for you already.

Well, I've been making decisions

my whole life, darling.

Just not in
historical landmarks.

Huh.

Do you think you'll
feel well enough

to go back to work?

Yep.

Why don't you go on ahead
and I will meet you there?

O... kay.

Huh.

Ahem.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Exquisite craftsmanship.

1898.

Yes. I can restore this.

Yeah! Fabulous!

Two months, maybe three...

if you want it restored
to its original beauty.

Three months? No,
that's impossible.

I'm not fixing a can-opener.

My craft is one of
precision and detail.

It's a crank!

What if we swap
out original beauty

for original function?

Please? My marriage
is riding on this.

New husband, family heirloom.

Six weeks.

- Four days.
- Three weeks.

Four days.

"I am pleased to inform

that Norman and
Rita Haywith-Dorman

exemplify the highest
parental standards,

and I unreservedly
recommend them

as candidates for
adoptive parents."

Mm-hmm!

"The highest
parental standards."

I bet all my practice with
Charley and Eleanor helped,

don't you?

Oh, yes. Absolutely, darling.

I know, I know, I'm late!

I'm sorry.

No, no, just in time.

Rita believes
she's about to make

a breakthrough on
our next-last letter.

Oh, I did it!

I made a match!

The only possible combination
of zip, street, and name

is addressed to...

oh... wow.

Ahem.

Hi! You didn't have to knock.

Uh, uh... we are here
on official business.

The second letter from 2017.

We believe it's
addressed to you.

Rita cross-referenced
the address

to one previously
listed for you.

So?

Is it really for you?

Now, Charley, don't
feel pressured

to reveal the contents of
a personal letter to us.

"Dear Charley...

I know this sounds crazy

since we've only been
friends up to now,

but the truth is...

I have feelings for you."

Oh, wow!

"They started the day we met,
and they've just gotten deeper,

and if I don't
say something now,

we could g-graduate,

go our separate ways,

and miss out on the best thing
that could ever happen to us.

So, it's time for me t...

to seize the day

and just say it..."

"I think I love you."

"And if you think you
could feel the same way,

then maybe after we graduate,

even if it's not the
three of us anymore,

it could still be the two of us.

Just think about it, please."

It's poetic, but,
um, to the point.

It looks like he signed
it "L-O-" ...something.

Probably "Love, Barry."

Barry?

I didn't realize he
liked me so much.

Well, so, that's
Barry's handwriting,

that's not Marlon's?

Yeah. Yeah, see how "seize"

is spelled with
I-E instead of E-I,

and "separate" has three E's?

Common mistakes, sadly.

Not for Marlon.

But Barry was a
terrible speller.

Barry wrote this.

But we just had fun together.

If one of us had had feelings
for another one of us,

it would've have been weird,

but I guess Barry liked me.

I always liked...

Doesn't matter now.

Have you kept in touch?

- With Barry?
- Or Marlon.

No. We all lost track of
each other after graduation.

Maybe Barry's still interested.

- In a single mother?
- Yes!

Besides, it's been,
like, seven years.

I wouldn't even
know where to start.

Well, that's what we do.

We could help you find Barry.

But we are not in the business
of locating lost crushes.

Our official duties require us

to focus on Maria
Solinger and delivering...

Why can't we do...

sorry to interrupt.

Oh, uh...

sounds like Eleanor
needs her mama.

Uh, well, our, um...

therapist,

uh, helped me see that
focusing on Eleanor

was getting in the way

of focusing on starting
our own family.

Wow! You got all
that in an hour?

She seems pretty special.

Well... she is my cousin.

Can you guys stay for dinner?

Uh, thank you,

but we have a date
with a pasta maker.

Oh.

It was a wedding
gift from Hazel.

Assuming we can find it.

Lots of gifts still
on the dining table.

And on the floor

and in the closet.

Yep, lots!

Lots of gifts.

Lots of friends
giving lots of gifts.

Ooh.

You know, I was thinking,

if you'd prefer to go out
for dinner, we could...

Ahem. Do you smell something?

Yeah.

It's like...
something's on fire.

That would explain the sirens.

Sounds like it's coming
from over there on Gaylord,

near...

Fred's Swifty Cleaners.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No!

Ahem.

I know what you're thinking.

Oh... I don't think
you do, Oliver.

I suppose, um...

You got to, um...

wear it, uh, before...

"Before"?

Before you took it
to the wrong cleaners

and it was cremated...

by Fred's Swifty Fire Center?

Perhaps we should
discuss this later.

What are you doing?

Winding the clock.

But it doesn't have to be wound

for another three
and a half days.

Oh. I, uh...

wind it every other day.

It's keeps the
mechanisms supple.

It's not there.

I-I broke it.

I was trying to open that
stupid window upstairs!

And I took it to a repairman,
and he said there's a chance

it'll be ready before
the clock winds down.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

How about I make you
some linguine and clams

with a nice cabernet?

Thank you.

Uh... I'm not very hungry.

I mean, who never opens the
window in their bedroom?

Did you try using a
3/4-inch Allen wrench?

The point is that the
window should have worked,

but it didn't, so I
found a way to fix it.

But you didn't.

And now, the sacred
O'Toole clock

that hasn't stopped
chiming in a thousand years

is going to stop

if Arthur doesn't find
the right piece of wood

to fix the thingie in time,

and... my wedding
dress is dead!

Did you guys apologize?

I said I was sorry.

He said he was sorry.

But did you forgive each other?

Well, I felt it would
be a thoughtful surprise

to have her dress waterproofed

and mothproofed, professionally,

as a, you know,
lasting heirloom,

and save her the chore
of delivering it herself.

And it gets it out
of the hallway.

Yes, that too,

so I took it to Swifty Cleaners.

Actually, the, uh, "former"
Fred's Swifty Cleaners

after, uh, 6:00 last night.

So the wedding dress is now...

essentially...

toast?

And the clock crank?

It's not cranking.

Norman,

I'm not sure what I'll do

if I let the family clock run
down after all these years.

Oh.

Well, what's the
worst that can happen?

Coffee break!

Here's your usual, honey.

Just like you like it.

- Thank you.
- What is that?

Oh, that's... uh, my
father brought it in.

It's the O'Toole
family rocking chair.

It's nearly a hundred years old.

Aww.

Oh, good heavens, it's
like I've married a museum.

Oh, Shane?

The, um, public defender
returned your call.

Uh, he leaves tomorrow
on a two-week vacation.

Great. Just great.

But if I go now,

I'll camp outside his office,
and then he'll have to see me.

Uh, perhaps Norman and I
should take over from here?

What... the two
of you take over?

Well, you've been
tired, and this, uh...

may end up being a
very sensitive meeting.

Sensitive?

Oh, silly me.

Hey!

Shane!

I found the, um,
Garfield yearbook.

Oh, look!

We are looking for
anything about Barry.

Uh...

Ah! Senior class.

Let's see... oh, look!

There's Charley!

"Charley Reddick... most likely
to have a happily-ever-after."

Then we will just have to
make sure that we get her one.

I understand the,
uh, irresistible urge

to locate this fellow
on Charley's behalf,

but as I said,

personal interests cannot exist
in the postal environment.

Oh, come on, Oliver.

This is for Charley.

You heard her yesterday.

I did.

Uh, just, in my experience,
there are countless ways

in which meddling in another's
affairs can backfire.

Agreed!

There are a myriad of ways

that meddling in anyone's
stuff can backfire...

or just end up on fire.

You mean "myriad ways".

It's a common misconception

to use the article "a"
and the preposition "of".

However... Oh, look!

"Fast-Talking Barry."

- Oh!
- "Most Likely

To Own a Car Dealership."

Are you seriously giving me
a grammar lesson right now?

My only intent was to clarify

the use of "myriad"
as an adjective.

Now, if it had been
employed as a noun...

Oh, then I would use "a
myriad of" other ways

to stop you from correcting me.

That would be
technically correct,

if used as a noun.

Right now, there are

"a myriad of" nouns
coming to mind.

Just as there are myriad
ways to open a window

without employing the one tool

never intended to
open the window.

And there it is.

Forgive me...

I thought we were supposed
to keep personal interests

out of the office
environment, Mr. O'Toole.

Exactly my point,
Ms. McInerney.

Is anyone hungry?

- No.
- No.

Hi! Sorry we're late.

We've got a lead on Barry.

Oh!

Might be selling cars. He
sounds a little sketchy,

but if you decide
to check him out,

whatever you do,

don't do it on postal time.

She's gone.

She's not gone.

She just needs some air.

Huh.

So do I.

Go find her.

Rita and I can
talk to Mr. Frank.

You just go.

Norman, I don't
know where to look.

Well, of course, you do.

Where do you go

when you need to feel
like yourself again?

Home.

"Home."

Um...

This is Calliope's number.

She made time for us right away.

So, just, uh...

think about it.

Thank you.

And here I was, wondering
if you know me at all.

I know you're unhappy.

Because you are!

And you are because I am,

and I don't know
how we got here...

or where we go now.

Remember...

how it felt when we were
sitting on my porch swing?

Everything made sense
when we were there,

going in the same direction.

Maybe we need some help.

So, Rita and Norman turned
in their application, huh?

Yeah. All they have to
do is wait now, I guess.

Could take a year.

Well, the good stuff is
always worth waiting for.

You found that old high-school
friend of yours yet?

You know about that?

You know those "Dark
of Night" awards

over behind Oliver's desk?

One of those is mine.

- Oh.
- You don't get one of those

without paying
attention to details.

So?

Yeah. Yeah, I just found him.

Turns out he really
is a car salesman,

right here in town.

Hey.

Then what have you got to lose?

Give the guy a call.

You are so kind to find the
time to help us, Mr. Frank.

Well, you don't
give me much choice.

Federal postal
officials with badges

beat local public
defenders every time.

This is very federal,
and very postal.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, but my
hands are tied here.

Maria's juvenile
records are sealed.

Now, you can try to
get a court order,

but that might take months,

and there's no guarantee
they would grant access.

The post office
just wants to know

about her current whereabouts.

The people I represent

aren't in the habit of sending
annual Christmas cards.

Well...

if you do think of
anything you can tell us,

please give us a call.

Well, this may not
help your search,

but I'll tell you one thing...

Maria was a really good kid

who had some issues she
needed to deal with.

She regretted what she did,

and she deserved
a second chance.

I tried to give her one,

and I hope she took it.

Hmm.

We're never gonna get
through all that red tape.

- We gotta go Plan "B."
- Should we run it by Oliver?

They're in therapy.
We got this.

Wait.

Thank you!

Plan "B" is Mrs. Philpott?

Yeah. We ran into a
dead-end with Maria.

But we found Mrs.
Philpott's address

in an old faculty directory,

and that led us here.

There's only 1.5 people named
Philpott in every 100,000,

even less in Denver,

so, it really wasn't that hard.

- Mm.
- Come on, it's gonna be okay.

Mrs. Philpott?

Yes?

We're from the post office.

Yes, I wrote this...
to Maria Solinger.

But I thought it was
destroyed in the explosion.

It's my fault, Mrs. Philpott.

Barry Rogers, Marlon Carter,
and I dropped a clock

in the mailbox,
as a stupid prank.

We had no idea how
far it would go.

Of course you didn't.

I'm just thrilled that
this was never delivered.

Oh. Well, that's the thing.

Once that letter
entered a U.S. Mailbox,

it became the property of
the U.S. Postal Service.

So we have no choice

but to deliver
that to Maria now.

Oh, dear! No, please.

I wrote this in a
very weak moment,

when I was really struggling,

and what Maria did was
just the last straw.

What did Maria do?

Maria was a...

talented...

very promising senior.

She could act onstage

and lead a team on
a softball field.

And the rule was,

if her grades went
down, she couldn't play.

So when she failed
her final exam,

she was benched...

on the very game

that a college scout was
attending just to see her.

Oh, she begged her coach
to look the other way,

but he wouldn't.

And so, she begged me
to raise her grade,

and I wouldn't.

She just lost it.

Smashed her bat
into my windshield.

No one was hurt,

but by the time it
was all sorted out,

I had missed a
very consequential

doctor's appointment.

It was my first day of chemo.

Maria was arrested for vandalism
and expelled from school.

Not long after, I-I left
school to work on my recovery,

and well, here we are.

Do you have any idea
where she is now?

No.

But I couldn't bear it

if this letter makes
things worse now.

We have to deliver
that letter to Maria.

But...

there is no reason we
couldn't deliver... two.

We just need to find her.

So, let me see... um...

well, when I was
looking for Maria...

I'd usually find her

making out under the bleachers
with a boy named Toby.

Toby, uh...

Toby Seccombe!

Couldn't act, couldn't
throw a ball...

the only talent that kid had
was being crazy about her.

I hope she didn't
lose that, too.

And then I read this
kitchen hack on Instagram

that said you waste more
water by rinsing every plate

and every piece of silverware

one at a time

before you put it
in the dishwasher

than if you just put

a small load into
the dishwasher.

I mean, everything gets clean,

and it's more
ecologically sustainable.

That's why I do it!

How do you feel
about that, Oliver?

I'm afraid I don't know
what an Instahack is.

"Gram." Instagram.

Would it be fair to
say that each of you,

having lived alone before
getting married for...

how many years?

E-Every day since I
graduated college.

And Oliver was...

Married, very briefly.

Prior to that, I
lived in the home...

alone... in which
we currently reside.

Really, a lovely Victorian

that's been in my
family forever.

So, each of you, over the years,

have developed your
own daily routines...

dishwashing,
cleaning, etcetera...

and that worked for you
then, as a single person,

but not necessarily
now, as a couple.

Well, one might argue,

irrespective of
one's marital status,

that a freshly-made bed is
more aesthetically pleasing

with crisply-folded
hospital corners.

We don't live in a hospital.

We don't live in a
college dormitory, either.

Oh!

I'd like to end there for today.

I'd like to see you
back in two days,

but, in the meantime, I
have some homework for you.

She gave us homework, too.

Lots of bubble baths!
What about you?

Oh, something about

not building another
fire this week

until the flue is open.

I think it's a
chimney-sweep reference.

Oh, yeah.

I think I might have
a way to find Maria.

Mrs. Philpott said that
Maria had a boyfriend, right?

Mm-hmm.

What if... that boyfriend
became a husband?

I'm gonna do a search
for a Maria Seccombe.

Oh...

Huh.

This is highly irregular.

We followed protocol.

Well, you were the first
ones to make contact.

Perhaps you and Rita
should follow through?

Uh, no. No. Charley's having
coffee with that Barry guy,

so we're watching Eleanor.

And when we find Maria...

well, you and Shane
should do this.

Together.

You know, I really hope
Barry is everything

that Charley is hoping for.

I keep wondering...

if Barry thought that
letter was blown up,

why didn't he write
Charley another letter?

Oh, I don't know.

Yes!

We found her!

Ms. Seccombe?

Yes?

Uh, my name's Oliver O'Toole,
and this is my, uh...

colleague, Shane McInerney.

We're from the post office

and we'd like a
moment of your time.

Sure. I only have a
moment, though. Come on in.

We run the Dead Letter Office

and we have a letter addressed
to you several years ago.

You were, at one time,
Maria Solinger, right?

Yes.

We apologize if we had to go
to some lengths to locate you.

It involved
contacting the writer,

a Mrs. Barbara Philpott.

Needless to say, um...

she remembers you, and
she remembered Toby.

So, finally, we put
two and two together

and discovered you'd married.

We were concerned that, um,

receiving this letter
after so many years

might cause some distress.

Although, you seem, uh, well,

uh, working here and, um, not...

In jail?

The letter was written not
long after the incident.

We're required to
deliver this to you,

but... you are not
required to read it...

and we do have another letter

that she wrote to
you just yesterday.

Dear Maria...

I owe you a
long-overdue apology,

and with all my heart,

I hope you are in a place
where you can accept it.

You were angry that day,

and I should have
handled it better,

but I'd just discovered
I had cancer.

I was scared and angry
with the world, too.

And you paid the
price for my anger.

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me.

Can you... right here...?

Of course.

"I'm so grateful

that my letter was found in time

to help me reach out to you.

I have a new,
far-less-dramatic life,

growing flowers, of all things.

I hope you have found
a happy life, too.

Fondly, Mrs. Philpott."

Mrs. Philpott has
been in remission

for quite a few years...

uh, until recently.

Thank you.

For the record, I am happy.

I mean, it took a lot of time,
and I had to start over, but...

Sorry, I will read this again.

I just, uh...

Oh! Uh, we've taken up
too much of your time.

Thank you.

No! Thank you.

I wish we could keep talking,

but I just got
thrown a curve today.

You do seem pretty busy.

It always is in Adoptions.

We thought we had a couple

to adopt a little girl
being born in a few months,

and they have just
backed out, so...

I'm scrambling here.

This isn't the same as meddling.

This is just passing
on information.

Information that could
change their lives.

I know, I know,

it's "blurring the lines

between official business
and personal life."

Not unlike keeping a nursery
in the DLO, I suppose.

It was going to take Norman
and Rita at least a year,

maybe longer.

- Precisely.
- Come on, Oliver!

Why can't we just...
wait. What are you saying?

- No, you first.
- No, you.

Ahem. I was just gonna say

maybe Dr. Kallis will give
us an "A" for our homework.

That's what I was thinking.

We might be having...

a violent agreement.

Hi!

Hey!

Look at you! You
look wonderful.

Aw. You too!

I was so glad to
get your message.

I... I just...

There's so much for
us to catch up on,

I just... I wish I had time
for more than a cup of coffee.

My wife just called.

I gotta go pick up my
kid from pre-school.

You're married?
And you have a kid?

Yeah. Yeah.

This is my little buddy.

Three.

Doctor says he's smarter
than a six-year-old.

Anyway, let's try and make

the best of the
time that we've got.

Yeah, you know, I'd love to,

but I just realized
my babysitter

leaves early today, so I
gotta rush off soon, too.

Oh, that's too bad.
So you're a mom?

Yeah. Little girl.

And you're a dad!

I'm loving it. Can
you believe that?

"Crazy, wild Barry" is
now a solid citizen?

Well, we all grew up, I guess.

Hey, do you ever see Marlon?

No.

No, he got all serious,
too, and he went to college,

and we kinda lost
touch after that.

We should try for
a reunion some day.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Sorry, I... I do have to leave.

What's that?

Do you remember the mailbox
and the alarm clock?

Are you kidding me?

That was our best prank
ever. It was your idea!

Well, they found some
of those letters,

and this one is from you.

Oh, wow!

Uh...

I forgot about this. Um...

Is this why you called?

Well, I-I didn't think
that you'd still...

like, why would you?

It was a long time ago.
I-I wasn't really...

There's something that
I should've told you

a long time ago.

This letter that
you got from me...

I wrote this, but...

the signature that's missing...

that doesn't say "Love, Barry".

I don't understand.

I wrote this as a joke,

and I signed it "Love, Marlon,"

because he had, like,
a major crush on you,

and I was always
teasing him about it,

and, uh, when I mailed
it, he got pretty upset,

and then, it got
trashed, so I figured...

"All's well that
ends well," right?

So Barry wrote the letter
and signed it from Marlon?

Ouch!

Big ouch.

Oh, it's okay.

I mean, a few days ago, I
didn't even know this existed.

It's not like I
spent years wondering

if Barry loved me.

So how long are you gonna
wonder if Marlon still does?

We're back!

And we have great news.

Oh! Everything went
okay with Maria?

Better than okay.

Charley...

I must admit, the consequences
of your high-school prank

have yielded one remarkable...
perhaps even miraculous...

development.

Maria's good.

She has a great
job that she loves,

and it's placing babies
with adoptive parents.

Oh.

And...

there's a baby due soon

that needs a family...

and she's looking for a couple

just like you.

What are you doing?

So... Barry isn't so
sketchy and wild anymore?

No. He even volunteers
for Neighborhood Watch.

Guess I was wrong
about that guy.

Did you ever think you
were wrong about Oliver?

I've never stopped loving him.

How's therapy going?

Uh, it's, um... it's going.

"Dark of Night Award...
presented to Joe O'Toole."

Remember how I got that?

Going the extra mile.

Driving through
that blizzard to...

To deliver a wedding dress.

What do you think? Hmm?

So, here's a question
for you both.

What is the first moment
you knew you'd be together?

I think it was the swing.

I gave her a porch swing

to remind her of a happy memory.

It's in the garage.

I keep meaning to set it up.

And I procrastinate?

I just haven't found
the perfect place,

because it's so her,
and the house is so...

So "you".

I share that beautiful home...

It's your house, it's not mine.

You share a house with the
State Historical Society.

I can't even move a chair!

Or set the clock.

It's a crank!

A hundred-year-old
irreplaceable crank.

Oliver.

What's the worst
that could happen

if the clock ran down?

Without the dress,

without the crank...

do you believe that you
would still be married?

Of course we would!

I take great umbrage
at your question.

He says things like that.

Because you know him.

I do.

Mm-hmm. And all
that you know...

the history, the
habits, the quirks...

did you marry him
because of all that,

or in spite of it?

Because I love him.

I love her.

Tell me...

how much time passed between

the first time you
said "I love you"

and the day you married?

A few weeks.

Ten weeks, four days.

Ten weeks, four days...

from "I love you" to "forever".

That's no time at all.

But we were ready. We
knew what we wanted.

Of course we were.

We're not children.

Love can make children
of us all, Oliver.

But children must
learn how to grow up.

And lovers must learn how to
become husbands and wives.

We have great friends...
really happy friends...

who can write a recommendation.

Mm-hmm.

At some point... when
they're even happier.

And my cousin, Spike,
is our accountant.

He just sent over
our tax returns.

Yeah, I got 'em right here.

Okay, we can expedite this.

And if the mother approves
the application...

which I think she will...

we can get you cleared
by early next week.

Oh!

There is just one more thing...

and we understand if you
feel you can't proceed...

Good morning!

I am ready and I'm even on time.

So how did that feel?

Strange.

Sad.

Guess I've never...

seen the clock
so... ahem, still.

But it'll be fixed.

Soon, I hope.

And so the clock will
keep time once again,

but perhaps you won't expect
quite so much from it now.

Or from yourself.

No.

How does that feel?

Like... starting over.

Shane?

Well, the dress is gone...

but it's not like I was planning
on wearing it ever again.

I just thought I
needed to hold onto it.

- To...
- To what?

To remember the
happiest day of my life.

So far.

Now, I have one last
assignment for you.

I want you each to do something

to surprise each
other this week.

Something that leaves
behind the old things

and makes way for a new thing.

Two surprises to
create one new vision.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

We'll think of something.

Wait. Did you just say
our last assignment?

Yes.

This is your last session.

This is not "a
marriage in trouble"...

this is a
six-month-old marriage.

The honeymoon is over,

and now it's time to get down

to the business
of being married.

The good news is...

you've been friends for so long,

you don't need me to
save your marriage.

You just needed a little
help to get it started.

Sorry.

It's a 9-1-1 from
Norman and Rita.

So, this sounds
like wonderful news.

Except...?

There's something's
wrong, isn't there?

There's a reason

they had trouble
finding her a family.

She has a congenital
heart condition.

They said she could be
in NICU for a few weeks

before we would
even take her home.

And then, she'll probably
need surgery at some point.

Oh, wow.

So, what are you thinking?

I mean, we don't
wanna say no, but...

We just keep asking ourselves

if we have what it
takes to help her.

It's a lot to take on.

Well...

perhaps the question is...

are you worried you're
adopting the wrong baby,

or that she's getting
the wrong parents?

Because...

we can't imagine anyone
better than the two of you...

to breathe love into a
child every day of her life.

She's so tiny!

You can see her...
her little tiny nose.

It-It's right
there, on her face.

Oh!

So, when do they need an answer?

Well, I-I think...

I think you already have one.

Then...

I guess we're having a baby.

I think we're having a baby!

Oh, I think I'm gonna cry!

I certainly hope it has been
worth all your trouble, Norman.

Yeah. After all this,

it'd be a real bummer

if this turned out to be
somebody's gas payment.

Well, I doubt anything could
tarnish a day such as this one.

In fact, I believe we
should break out the Yoo-Hoo

to celebrate your
impending parenthood.

Two babies in the house?

Are you sure we
won't be in the way?

Absolutely not!

You and Eleanor are family.

Thank you!

Have you ever thought
about calling Marlon?

I mean, I bet he'd be
thrilled to hear from you.

I don't know.

It just feels sort of
pathetic now, you know?

Calling around, asking guys if
they ever had a crush on me.

But Marlon really did
have a crush on you!

According to Barry,

but who knows
what's really true?

That's my point.

You don't know until
you give him a chance.

The truth is,

I used to imagine running
into Marlon someday.

Then I had a marriage that
lasted about 30 seconds,

and Eleanor... that's
gonna last a lifetime.

So... that chance is gone.

Aww.

She has been fussy for two
days, no matter what I do.

Well, when I was little,
my mom used to put me

on the tractor and drive
me around the commune

until I fell asleep.

- Couldn't hurt to try.
- Mm-hmm!

Do you wanna go for
a ride with Mommy?

I feel so bad for her.

I have an idea.

Uh-oh...

I think we should find Marlon.

Oh, I don't know.

Charley just seems so down!

She needs something
to close this chapter,

one way or the other.

Can't we just order her pizza?

Mrs. Philpott?

It's Maria.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the "Great Mailbox
Breach of 2017"

approaches its end.

25 ill-fated missives

were savagely launched
into likely oblivion,

yet through the
perseverance of this office,

each has been given
a second life.

As we prepare to dispatch
the last of them,

may we never lose sight

of the high purpose to
which we, as Postables,

have been called.

Let's see.

Address is still unreadable.

Ah! Um...

Sorry, I should change her.

Norman?

Well...

it's intact.

Aww.

It's smudged...

I can barely make
out the handwriting.

I concur.

Sadly, we...

may have our last
letter be unreadable.

It would've been so nice

to be able to have
delivered them all.

Norman, are you sure you
can't think of something?

Not unless they
invent a device to...

decipher poor penmanship.

Hello?

May we help you?

Hi. Yeah.

I'm looking for Charley
Reddick. I'm Marlon Carter.

Mr. Carter.

I'm Shane McInerney.
We spoke on the phone.

Right! Uh, thank you.

Is she here?

She is.

Charley?

Great.

What is going on, Ms. McInerney?

It's okay.

♪ Ba-bum-bum-bum, a-bum-bum... ♪

Charley!

Marlon?

It's good to see you.

Um, how did you...?

I got a call

about an old letter
that came through here.

Barry wrote it and
forged my name.

That's a federal
offense, you know.

It's really good to see you.

You too.

I feel bad about Barry's letter.

I'm sorry you had to read it.

- It wasn't your fault.
- It's just a shame

that that's the
one that survived.

- What?
- Yeah, there was another

that, uh...

Sorry, uh...

I think that's it there.

What?

Yeah, I mailed
one that day, too,

and it was on green
paper... just like that.

Wait! You wrote that letter?

I did.

- Oh!
- To her.

Oh!

I love my job!

Goodness! Perhaps we
should deliver that letter?

Oh, yes.

Ahem!

Oh, um...

This must be Eleanor.

Yeah.

Oh, sorry, she's been fussy.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah... this is
definitely from you.

You can read that?

She's the only one
who's ever been

able to read my handwriting.

Dear Charley...

about an hour ago,

Barry wrote a stupid
letter to you,

and signed my name
and mailed it.

It's embarrassing.

So, if you open
this letter first,

please just throw Barry's away,

but if it's too late and
you've already read his,

then... I hope
you'll ignore it.

Don't get me wrong...
he's right about me.

I do have feelings for you,

but I'm working
on how to say that

in my own way, in my own time,

so please don't feel like
you have to answer this.

Just remember...

somebody's always
writing about love,

but I think the best
love just gets... lived.

I hope I live long enough

to find a way to tell
you that someday,

face to face, the
way you deserve.

Love, Marlon.

I don't remember
exactly what I wrote,

but I haven't
forgotten how I felt.

And...

you're supposed to
get over your crush,

you know, but...

Aww.

Look how sweet she is.

Finally.

So... I guess,

being a mother and everything...

you don't get out much.

Not much.

I do a lot of take-out.

I love take-out.

He's in law school.

Top 10% of his class,

and he's never
missed a car payment.

Solid guy.

So, you must've
broke a few rules

to find him that fast, huh?

Does a hacker hack
on the Internet?

What do you think
that letter said?

Oh, hi.

Enough.

Mm.

Um... Marlon said
he'd drive me home.

Do you mind if we
order in from Angelo's?

Oh, I...

Oh, I love Angelo's!
Best crust in Colorado.

I'll tell him about the cheese!

See?

A happy ending... and pizza.

I know you're upset.

But, Oliver...

I want you to know that I...

I wouldn't have
brought Marlon here

if I didn't think

that he was a really nice guy

who genuinely wanted
to see Charley again.

Ahem.

I'm not upset.

It's just that...

after all we've
learned in therapy,

I still don't understand

your preoccupation
with matchmaking.

Of course you do!

I know you,

and you know me.

That's... That's
what we've learned.

I'm a romantic,
and you are, too.

But I use laptops,
and you use...

Logic.

Mm-hmm.

Not everyone could've navigated

these past few days

the way we have.

Agreed.

Thank you...

for...

going the extra mile.

I would go just about
anywhere with you,

Mr. O'Toole.

Mm! Except, right now,
I've got to do something.

Uh, so do I.

I'll meet you at the house?

Deal.

Oliver! I'm back!

What on Earth...?

Are you ready to be surprised?

I think I already am.

What is all this?

These are the seashells I
collected on that island

the Christmas my
grandfather died,

and I wondered if I'd
ever be happy again.

That's the pen you borrowed
and wouldn't return.

You used it to draw...

A picture of what
jazz looks like

on the night we first kissed.

I kept that... right here,

for months...

until you came back to me.

And that I did.

And the letter opener I
gave you for your birthday.

Mm-hmm.

And...

The last rose of summer.

Did I marry a packrat?

You married a man

who believes that...

everything you touch in his life

becomes a rare and sacred thing.

But it would mean nothing

if I didn't have you
to share it with.

Anywhere...

any place...

and any old home.

Or, perhaps...

in a new one?

It seems the State
Historical Society

is willing to accept
the O'Toole Mansion

as the site of

the Colorado Museum
of Postal History.

I'm just hoping,
uh, you're willing

to consider the
possibility of moving?

Because, um...

Because I wanna start over.

Shane.

Will you marry me...

all over again?

"Love is patient and kind.

Love bears all things,

hopes all things,

endures all..."

I have always been
in love with you.

Always.

And I have thanked God every
day that you came into my life.

But I realize now

that having you in my life

doesn't mean expecting you

to change and fit into it.

I'm asking you

to forgive me.

And I'm asking you...

to build a new life with me.

Not mine.

Not yours.

But ours.

Will you do that?

If you'll forgive me for
expecting the same thing.

I absolutely will.

We've both lived alone
for so long, and...

we are so very much ourselves.

But...

you are the only man

that I could ever live with
and truly be myself with.

And, yes, I ended that
with a preposition.

Wherever we live...

you, Oliver, are my home.

And I am yours.

This was quite the surprise.

Well, I guess I have
a few left in me.

This is gonna be hard to top.

Oh, there's no
pressure, of course.

Trust me.

I've got this.

Oh?

You know...

we'll have to find a new
hiding place for this

when we move it
to the new house.

Oh, you think so?

Some place high, where...

she can't reach it.

"She"?

Or he.

We'll know in a few
weeks, probably.

Plenty of time to find
a spot for that swing.

Oh, it'll be great.

It'll be like a rocking
chair built for two.

Or...

actually...

three.

No!

Surprise.

Oh, my god!

Really?

Really!

Oh, my God!