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She looks just like you.

Really? I think she looks just like Steve.

Yeah, you know what, so do I.

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

and, uh, enjoys the breast-feeding.

I know this is embarrassing to admit,

but if you guys weren't here,

I'd still be up there watching her sleep.

Oh, I want one.

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

Or do you have to find Mr. Right first?

Oh, that reminds me.

I know the perfect guy for you.

He's my printer.

And he's incredibly nice.

- A printer. - Yes.

And I owe him a dinner, so...

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

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

Well, we'll just make it totally casual.

We'll have people over.

Oh.

Printer?

- Hey. - Hey.

I got to use your pinball machine, okay?

Uh, Noah, Maddy's asleep.

All right, let's get this going.

You didn't drive here, did you?

Crank this baby up.

- Come on. - Noah.

Come on.

She said Maddy's sleeping.

Look, I'll drive you home.

I got it. Noah, come on.

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

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

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

It's okay.

Okay?

Yeah.

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

a TV show that would soon become American Bandstand.

That's Cleveland.

Philadelphia.

- What is Philadelphia? - Yes.

"On the air" for 200.

Nicknamed "The Moondog,"

this DJ is often credited...

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

Uh, give me a second.

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

Yep.

That's Alan Freed.

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

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

Yeah, yeah.

What you're seeing is

video shot just moments ago,

as LAX emergency personnel escorted the passengers

to the terminal.

Here's how one woman described her...

Hey, D, check this out.

Best you can, in your own words.

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

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

But they just showed the passengers

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

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

Yeah, I know that.

I'm just saying, look.

You're okay and safe.

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

Not here.

In case you're just joining us...

There. There!

Some terrifying moments for these passengers

aboard Flight 221 today, as their plane

bound from Phoenix to LAX

experienced wheel gear trouble on the way

and final approach. Pilots called the...

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

Gear light had not gone on,

indicating that the gear had not locked in place.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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

♪ In a world of strangers passing by ♪

♪ So close and yet so far away ♪

♪ Live out loud ♪

♪ Have a look into your eyes ♪

♪ Live out loud ♪

- Hi. - Hi.

I know. I couldn't look more corporate.

No, you look great.

You're gonna do great.

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

Well, just talk to Pia.

Mm, yeah.

She said that we would be working on

a ballot initiative about gay rights clubs.

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

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

She told me just enough to get me excited.

But I guess that is what PR is all about.

They have plenty of accounts.

I'm sure Pia can just put you on one

- you believe in. - I guess.

Oh, um,

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

So I was just kind of

the designated driver last night.

Donna, I don't know.

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

and I'm just offering mine back.

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

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

putting his needs in front of yours.

I know.

Okay.

Bye. Wish me luck.

Good luck.

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

All the cops, FBI.

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

Can you imagine planning a stunt like that?

Steve, there was no stunt, all right?

There certainly is no conspiracy.

My father's dead.

We're two guys standing at the airport

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

Uh, next in line, please.

Hi.

Hi. How can I help you, sir?

Saw a report on the news last night about

Flight 200, the one that made that emergency landing.

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

I was wondering if you could confirm that for me.

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

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

it's this guy's father.

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

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

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

I'll tell you what you do.

Push those buttons, look on that screen,

and tell me whether the guy on that plane

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

but you're gonna have to step aside.

Next, please.

Come on, come on.

Pia, hi.

Kelly, hi.

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

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

Um, I was hoping that we could talk later.

I have a teleconference at 2:00,

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

Maybe tomorrow.

Okay, people, we are officially screwing up.

Eli.

With just three days to go

before the election, polls show voters

equally divided on the proposition.

We've been losing ground ever since the opponents

started saying that the initiative was

a violation of gay students' civil rights.

Isn't that what it is?

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

She still believes in truth in advertising.

The head of the coalition sponsoring the initiative

has a big speech planned for tomorrow night.

I've already cleared 75 press credentials.

Do you have a copy of the speech?

I got the first draft this morning.

It's weak, needs a total rewrite.

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

From me?

Do you have a problem with that?

No.

Good.

Now, about the ad campaign,

have all the buys been made?

Hey, where is everybody?

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

Hey, baby.

They're talking about something.

Hey, cutie pie.

Yeah?

Did you hear about the plane that made

an emergency landing last night at LAX?

No. Why?

Dylan's father was on it.

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

That's why I'm late.

I was getting Dylan news footage of the passengers.

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

Look, I got to put Maddy down.

I read an article in Vogue

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

Shows what they know.

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

how good it felt.

Although, I have to admit,

it was a little smaller than I hoped for.

Mm.

Kelly told me that Brandon tried to

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

The only ones I've ever had are fake.

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

Never.

It's too politically incorrect

to ask a guy to give me one.

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

he's never gonna give you one.

- Ooh! - Oh.

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

Donna, no.

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

or I moved to Namibia, huh?

- Hello. - Hi.

I wasn't listening, I just...

Oh, to what?

Nothing.

You're weird.

You're cute but you're weird.

Hey, Irv, come on in.

Hey, I hope I'm not late.

No, not at all.

Everyone just got here, actually.

Um, this is Camille.

- Hi. - Hi.

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

You're very brave to be doing this.

Well, would you be insulted if I told you

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

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

Shows what a fool I am.

Let me get you a drink.

- Okay, all right. - Come with me.

Do you think he wants two children or three?

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

Yeah.

Honey, we're trying to impress Irv.

We had very reliable sources for the story.

Oh, yeah? Do they have

three or four eyes?

Aah...

I got it.

See, Janet's my real friend.

I just tolerate Steve.

Mm.

Thank you very much.

Thank you for the invite.

I got to tell you, I am starving.

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

- Mm. - Noah.

Who we got here?

Donna and a date?

All right, how you doing, Mr. Date?

Hi.

Did you have a good time tonight?

Yeah, I did.

I did, too.

I had a really good time, but...

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

as-as you can see,

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

Hey, hey!

It's not polite to whisper at the table.

Can I call you later?

I'd like that.

Good night.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

No, I can see myself out.

Uh, dinner was great. Thanks.

Bye.

Mm.

You son of a bitch.

Oh. Hey.

Okay. Here's the situation.

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

We're going to have a little dinner,

some drinks, you know.

Hopefully, one thing will lead to another.

- Steve. - What?

Got that stupid grin on your face. What?

Oh, sorry.

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

and each time has involved lactation,

so give me a break, okay?

Weren't you on your way to meet Dylan?

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

Problem?

- Problem? - Apparently...

And I have this on good authority...

Camille can't be satisfied.

Mmm.

You know this in advance?

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

you know she's lying.

Which means she probably fakes it really, really well.

This raises some very interesting

performance issues, David.

Resulting in your sudden quest for knowledge, no doubt.

Which we will happily impart.

Thank you.

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

- What? - Do you want advice or not?

- Hmm? - Yes.

- Read the speech. - And?

It was flat, boring and completely unconvincing.

You framed it as a sexuality issue.

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

That's your opinion.

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

You were hired... The company was hired...

To sell a ballot initiative.

And the best way to do that is by convincing people

that this is a bunch of radicals, you know.

A fringe group wanting to impose itself upon the mainstream.

Fringe group?

Today a gay club,

tomorrow one for Nazis? Is that it?

We were contracted to sell something,

not to judge something.

Do you understand the difference?

Of course I do.

Good.

Now redo the speech.

You've got one hour.

So, you're saying the tapes were conclusive.

No.

Conclusive would be Jack standing in front of me

telling me what the hell is going on.

But it did raise questions.

What exactly do you store here, Dylan?

My dad's papers, stuff.

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

Christine something or other.

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

After he died, she said he was involved

in one of their investigations.

Into wiseguys like Tony Marchette.

She also said she loved my dad.

These people are unbelievable.

She claims an affair to prove her loss?

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

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

Yeah.

And it cost me my father.

And my wife.

Whoa.

What's up?

Wow.

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

Her last name.

But it's Christine something or other.

It's got to be written down somewhere.

Oh, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

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

but yesterday, Camille and I became partners.

- Really? That's great. - Yeah.

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

that's creative and fun and willing to take on

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

what is happening with her and David?

Because, last night, I actually caught them nuzzling.

Nuzzling? Oh.

You have no idea.

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

can celebrate their two-week anniversary.

- How disgusting is that? - Very.

Considering the highlight of my evening

will consist of Steve rubbing lotion on my belly

in the increasingly slim hope

that my stretch marks will go away.

But enough about you.

Um, so what did Irv say?

Well, Irv was very sweet

and much more understanding than I would be.

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

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

but the word "codependent" just slipped out.

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

Oh.

No, you and Irv will be fine.

He'll call you. You'll date.

You'll meet his mom, trade casserole recipes,

the works.

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

There's no me and Noah.

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

Why does everyone think that's such a crime?

Because he needs professional help, Donna.

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

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

And... and I would appreciate it

if everyone would stop asking me to.

I'm here to see Christine Pettit.

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

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

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

Yeah.

Jack McKay's son is here to see you.

That's what he said.

Agent Pettit will be right out.

Yeah.

Hello, Dylan.

He's alive.

Isn't he?

Why don't you come in?

Your father died seven years ago, Dylan.

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

That was a pretty good trick.

Here you go.

It's all cued up and ready.

This how you reward the good guys?

Fake their death, take them away from their families?

Nothing was faked.

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

The, uh, storage facility had been burglarized.

Of course you probably know all about that.

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

But I'll look into it.

You said you loved my dad.

I did.

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

But he's not.

And life goes on.

This is really nice.

Yeah, it is.

Dinner was amazing.

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

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

Can I make a confession?

Okay.

Burn yourself?

My expectations for tonight were incredibly low.

They were?

Mm-hmm.

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

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

My... cooking?

Yeah. Should they be low about something else?

No, not unless Donna said

there's something else I couldn't do.

No.

I assume you're great at everything.

Well, yeah, you're right.

Which is why...

my expectations for the rest of the night

are incredibly high.

Are they?

Am I the master, or am I the master?

I'm not telling.

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

I need to live vicariously through your thrills.

Okay, fine, Steve.

I-I was great, all right?

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

You got to give me some kind of testimonial,

if you're gonna use my technique.

Camille enjoyed herself, Steve, all right?

Enjoyed herself. Enjoyed herself.

Come on, come on.

- Several times. - Several times!

- Shh! - David, several times...

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

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

I know what "several" means.

Hand me a napkin, would you?

Are you telling me she went from zero to 60 in one

test drive?

Yes.

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

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh what?

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

with every other guy she's been with,

but she didn't fake it with you.

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

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

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

David, Steve.

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

about gay clubs in public high schools?

Unfortunately, yes.

Janet saw the speech

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

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

The guy was reading a speech that I wrote.

Really?

Well, congratulations.

Changed one vote.

Thanks for coming back down, Dylan.

My pleasure. What did you find out?

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

His name wasn't on it.

"Jack McKay" wouldn't be on it.

What about his new name?

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

don't you?

As for the storage facility,

a break-in occurred there three weeks ago.

Several lockers were ransacked.

As the report indicates,

a guy by the name of Edgar Ramirez

was caught and prosecuted for the crime.

He's doing 18 months.

The police tried contacting you, but they were unsuccessful.

Is that it?

Nothing else.

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

I've been trying to put together

the moments before the explosion.

And you know what I came up with?

I never actually saw my dad get in that car.

After the explosion, I never saw a body.

There was no open casket,

no dental records, nothing.

And there's nothing now.

Look, Dylan,

I've gone the extra yard for you here

out of respect for you and affection for your father.

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

has opened up some emotional wounds for me as well.

Yeah, you're breaking my heart.

And I found nothing.

And neither will you.

So stop looking.

I like it.

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

It is bubbly.

But Irv is a bubbly guy, so...

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

That's a really nice dress.

No, she went to lunch.

- You really like it? - Yeah.

It's um...

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

That's it.

So? You and Camille... We want details.

Camille didn't say anything?

The word incredible might have been mentioned.

Incredible, really?

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

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

- What's that? - The thing.

Janet, the thing.

The-The one you guys were talking about

in your bedroom.

Camille said she'd only had fake ones.

You said Steve had only given you small ones.

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

of getting one from me at all.

Remember that thing?

We were talking about furs.

Furs?

Yes. Steve had given me a small fur,

and Camille had only had fake furs...

Up until last night, anyway,

apparently.

Hello? Donna?

No.

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

Hello?

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

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

Okay, bye.

Okay, that was cruel.

Am I the only one

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

Thank you very much.

Look what you just went through.

You haven't been reaching out to him.

That's because I have friends.

Obviously, he doesn't.

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

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

which is the dumbest assumptions

you've ever made about your significant other,

so please don't go anywhere.

Please.

Oh, boy.

So, you bored yet?

Bored? Are you kidding me?

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

You know, I know this guy who, uh,

thought he overheard his girlfriend talking

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

That-that she-she faked it in bed.

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

But he didn't realize that until after he prepared

this candlelight dinner in his living room,

which went really well...

Left him feeling like a bit of a champ,

if you know what I mean.

Until he realized that the only thing fake

in his girlfriend's life was her fur coat.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

So...

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

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

you know, until Donna

told me what the conversation was about.

Wait a minute, you talked about this with Donna?

Only after Steve got me thinking that maybe you had

enhanced your performance a little bit, you know.

You talked to Steve Sanders

about whether or not I faked an orgasm?

Uh, can we talk

more about this during the next break?

No, no, I don't think so.

We're back with bonehead assumptions.

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

This classic: telling the truth is a good thing.

Here's a nice little hint

about being completely honest with your lover:

wait until it becomes necessary.

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

Silence is golden.

Did you ever do something like that?

Like what?

What David's asking, about assumptions.

You ever make the wrong ones?

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

I guess the better question would be:

do I ever make the right ones?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's okay if you're not.

Just so crazy.

You're this nice guy and...

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

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

before I decided what to wear tonight.

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

See, that's what I mean.

I should be happy here with you.

But?

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

See, Noah... He works here, and...

and I don't see him and,

you know, I've been looking for him.

Not because I want to be with him

but because I'm worried about him.

And you hate me now, don't you?

No, not at all.

I just made the wrong assumption about you...

That you were available.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Hi.

Steve said you had quite a mess.

I thought maybe you could use some help.

Well, that's the bad memory pile;

that's the good memory pile.

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

Have you heard anything else?

The guy on the news was a look-alike,

some genetic freak of nature.

The break-in was totally unrelated.

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

Some good could come of this.

Oh, don't start with me about closure.

All right.

How about reflection?

Sizing up what's been going on in your life

for the past seven years.

Nothing.

I know.

The older I get, the worse I feel.

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

the more miserable and twisted it becomes.

I miss my dad.

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

Yeah, he is.

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

at our expense.

No, I don't.

Okay.

But I appreciate your saying so.

How did you get to be such an understanding guy?

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

Hmm.

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

Well, I'm not surprised.

You are articulate, persuasive...

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

Listen to me, this job... Whatever its shortcomings...

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

That's a good thing.

I want to quit so bad.

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

but I think you should stay.

Even if I'm being asked to compromise

everything I believe in?

Kelly, life is about compromise.

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

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

You got to love that.

Come on.

All right, so you talked to Camille?

Yes.

And?

And I told her the assumption you made about her sexuality

was so cosmically stupid that it was physically impossible

not to talk about.

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

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

What advice... about Noah?

That I should ignore him.

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

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

What about Irv?

Irv was a nice guy.

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

An obligation to what, Donna?

To make yourself miserable?

Don't you understand what's happening here?

The more you pass up

for Noah, the more he's gonna want,

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

- That's absurd. - Yeah?

How many times he call you this morning?

- What? - How many times?

Four.

- Four? - Yeah.

Well...

you already lost one nice guy.

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

before you realize this is nuts.

Good news.

Exit polling shows the initiative

is pulling into the lead.

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

I know. You oppose the initiative personally.

That only underscores how bright your future is.

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

Being a good publicist means

being able to put your own feelings aside.

You proved you could do that.

You know, I'm getting married.

Someday, I'll have a kid.

And, uh, he could be gay.

Like one out of every three gay teenagers,

he could maybe try to commit suicide,

because he feels lonely and isolated and on the fringe.

Or we could promote groups and clubs

that would make him feel safe and secure,

and like he's part of something good.

I believe we should do that.

You have no argument with me.

No, I think I do.

Because you can do a job like this.

I can't.

I quit.

- Hi. - Hi.

Wow.

That's unbelievable.

Mm.

Listen, um...

Do you want to go and get dinner?

Yes. We could go to that really stinky pastrami place

that you like.

Want you to get rid of that.

The company that I used to work for did PR

for the airline this guy was on.

Before I quit, I called them, and I got

a copy of the passenger list.

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

And we both know it's not a good idea

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

But Steve told me about

the runaround that you've been getting.

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

but there you go.

You say you quit?

It's for the best.

But Matt says that big decisions like that usually are.

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

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

Sure you won't rethink dinner?

Yeah.

Okay.

Kelly.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

- Hey. - Can I come in?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Um, I hope you got my messages.

I-I think I left you...

I don't know... Somewhere... around six.

Yes, I did.

I'm really sorry.

I shouldn't have talked to people.

I know you've got a lot of friends.

But I'm a private person.

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

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

It's just, I...

I just got really nervous about...

my performance, you know.

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

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

"Oh, but, David, you were spectacular."

Am I grading on a curve?

Ow.

How about...

you let me be the judge

of your performance from now on?

Well, that'd be a good idea,

assuming there is another performance.

I mean, I was kind of feeling like

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

Can I take your coat?

Thought you'd never ask.

- It's fake. - Mmm.

But trust me...

nothing else will be tonight.

Matt, I heard something.

What? Hmm?

I think someone's on the deck.

It's just the wind, Kelly.

I'm gonna call 911.

All right.

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

- I'll check it out. - Okay.

Yes. Uh, we have an intruder.

Matt, are you okay?

Get the lights! Get the lights!

Don't!

Oh, my God, it's Noah.

It's open.

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

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

Little midnight snack?

Yeah, I thought.

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

I was talking to Donna.

She looks up a couple times a day,

thinks she sees her dad.

She knows he's gone, but...

she's haunted by him.

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

What about your big conspiracy theory, huh?

I shouldn't have talked like that, Dylan,

if it raised up your hopes.

I'm sorry.

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

he reminded me that he used to sing me to sleep

when I was a little kid

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

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

I'd forgotten how much we connected through baseball.

We used to play catch all the time.

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

and we'd read stories about it.

Our favorite being The Natural.

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

Story of a young man full of promise

who gets shot by a woman, disappears, and then

suddenly returns.

Did I mention I got the passenger list?

No. How'd you get that?

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

Anyway, that book is loosely based on a true story

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

Yeah, Roy Hobbs.

Forget about the story. What about the list?

When the team was in a Chicago hotel,

they went to this woman's room.

She shot him.

He battled for his life

for a long time before coming back

to play the following season.

Is your father on the list or not?

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

But in real life,

his name was Eddie Waitkus.

That's Waitkus with a W.

You think this is your father?

I know it is.