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I love pinball.

Ah. You never played?

Oh, no, sir. Our pastor always said,

"Only churches should have
that many bells."

What the hell?

Hey, hey, Mikey, look at,
look at this. Come here.

I bought this
for the game room at my house,

and they delivered it here by mistake.

- Great story. Get rid of it.
- No, no, no.

I'll get rid of it in a few
days, but, but try it, it's fun.

Yeah, so much fun.
I only want to be paid

in quarters from now on.

Not interested.

Okay, so you weren't into pinball.

It's not for everybody.
Only for those

who aren't afraid
to live a little, yeah?

All right. Move aside, I'm just
gonna show you this one time.

All right. Go ahead.

Oh, he knows where the money goes.

I think we got a ringer.

Oh, you have to use
the flippers, Mr. B.

Let me have your tie.

Okay.

What's that about-- tie?

Uh, this isn't golf.

Low score does not win.

All right?
So...

No cussword way.

I believe...

that would be a free game.

Now get the cussword back to work.

Thanks for coming
grocery shopping with me, Jen.

I know it's a chore.

Not at all.

At first, I was put off
by all the ridiculously

oversized product at the store,

but then I found this.

God bless America.

Ooh, good, you guys went shopping.

Kyle and I are gonna need this
at the new apartment.

No. You can't take all of them.

I'll leave you one.

Hey. Uh, if you're here
to steal toilet paper,

I already got it.

Uh... no. Kris is stealing
ink cartridges,

and I'm just the sexy getaway driver.

Uh, hey, guys. Look at this.

Looks like someone wrote a poem
and left it in the printer.

"To my little bird,

"About to fly the nest
into the night,

Our time is precious,
like a piece of tanzanite."

Interesting.

Hmm. It's certainly lyrical.

The rhyme scheme's
a little forced,

but I guess I'm just
a free verse kind of guy.

Wha... What's tanzanite?

Uh, a gemstone.

It was in the earrings
Mom gave me for Christmas.

Oh, my gosh.

Mom wrote me a poem

because I'm moving out next week.

Hmm. When you moved out, all you got

was a box of pancake mix
and a can of bug spray.

Shh.

Hey, hey. Uh, parents care for
their kids in different ways.

Some get meaningful words,

others get flapjacks
and a can of poison.

Big deal. Okay?
I don't care.

I mean, I only gave Mom
her first grandchild.

That should merit a poem, right?

"My darling Kristin,
how the light..."

No. Not from you. N...

You-you know what? I'm just
gonna up my daughter game

and earn myself a poem.

Okay. Good luck.

It'll be hard to compete
with this little bird.

- Tweet, tweet.
- Hmm.

"My darling Kristin,

"One-upped by her sister,

Abandoned in the foyer of life."

We've been trying for an hour
to duplicate that pinball trick,

and I'm starting to think
it's not a trick.

It's not.

Listen.

There was a time that pinball,
literally, was my life.

- You were that good, huh?
- I wasn't good.

I was... I was the best.

Huh. Well...

Kids from other schools
would drive to Ann Arbor

just to take me down.

Takes a lot to make a man drive
to Ann Arbor.

I didn't go to class,
I didn't go out.

It was an obsession, man,
you know,

and every time I turned, there
was some twitchy-fingered kid

just looking to find me and go,

- "Hey, I hear you're the one to beat."
- Wow.

You were like Clint Eastwood, right?

In every Clint Eastwood movie.

There got to be a point
where I was hoping

- that I'd get beat, you know?
- Yeah.

Somebody to take the target
off my back.

But God was right there
saying to me,

"I only made one of you, Baxter."

That's a hell of a story, Mike.

Yes. Don't worry, I'll get rid
of the machine tomorrow.

Don't worry.

- Yeah.
- Oh, hey.

Uh, Kyle was looking for you.

Oh. Thanks, Chuck.
Don't worry about that.

- Thanks, man.
- Yep.

I hear you're the guy to beat.

What are you doing here?
You're cooking?

Oh. Oh, yeah. Just throwing

a little somethin' somethin'
together for Mom.

- Oh, chicken Bellagio?
- Mm.

You're just, uh, throwing
together Mom's favorite meal?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Now that you mention it,
I do seem to recall

that she loves it.

Is it love, Kris?

I mean, it's not like
she's written it a poem.

Hey.

- Mom, hi.
- Hi. Uh, wait, no. You know what?

Let's keep your coat on.
I'm gonna take you to dinner.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No.
I made-I made dinner.

- Yeah, just sit down and...
- You? Oh. Oh, okay.

- and I'll get you a glass of wine.
- Okay.

Sit down!

Wow, wow, look at all
this attention I'm getting.

- I-I feel so special.
- Yeah.

You are so special.
Get away from her.

Hey. Hold on.
You guys found my poem.

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, yes.

And I would love to hear it
performed by the author.

Oh, really? You don't think
that would be kind of weird?

- No.
- Yes.

Yeah. You-you go ahead
and read it, Mom.

I'll try to keep it together.

Okay.

Oh, gosh.
I'm actually kind of nervous.

Uh, Jen!

Um, uh, Jen?

Uh, that's not how the poem starts.

Yes, Vanessa?

I'd like to read a poem
I wrote for you.

Wait, what?

Yeah. I hope when you're back
in Hong Kong,

you will read this
and-and think of me.

Oh, I'm going to cry.

Want some flapjacks now, Mandy?

"So, farewell, little bird.

"I hope you know
you will be missed.

"You'll forever shine,

like purple amethyst."

That is the sweetest poem
I've ever heard.

I want to frame it.

Oh.

Well, we can use one of Mike's.

He won't notice one less picture
of him and John Elway.

What are you grinning at?

You. I know that there are
26 letters in the alphabet,

but all I see are "N," "V."

Okay, I fell a lot farther than you.

I had everything, then I had nothing.

You had nothing,

then a little s-sideways shuffle,

and then still nothing.

Okay, starting to share
your resentment.

We need to win Mom back.

How?

What if we treat her

to a spa weekend at the Abbott-Berry?

Okay. I am all
for winning Mom back,

but can't we find some place
a little bit cheaper

than the Abbott-Berry?

I mean, I don't want to have to tell Boyd
that he's going to community college.

This is no time to pinch pennies.
We are at war.

Our mother's love has been
stolen by a foreign power.

It's collusion.

I... Oh, I, uh,
I just need a pen.

Jen wants me to autograph
the poem before we frame it.

- Aw.
- That is so sweet.

- Yeah.
- Um, unrelated,

uh, so Kris and I were just
talking, and we realized

that we haven't been spending
enough time with you lately.

- Oh. Yeah, it bothers me, too.
-Yeah.

- Yeah. So why don't you pack your bags?
- Yeah.

Because we are stealing you away
for a weekend at the Abbott-Berry.

What? Really?
The Abbott-Berry?

Unless that's too glitzy.

You know, there are a lot
of other great spas.

- Are you kidding? No.
- I mean, you know what I mean?

- I love this. I love this.
- Okay, then. Yeah, sure.

Oh, I have the best daughters
in the world.

Oh. The Abbott-Berry!

I'm gonna head down
and have some lunch.

What are you gonna have--
chicken?

Oh, that's right.

You don't eat your own kind.

I'm not playing you in pinball.
Why is this so important to you?

I'll tell you why.

Because I was great, man.

'Cause I was great.

It was 1986,
the annual pinball tournament

at Flippo's Arcade in Minneapolis.

This was the year I was
gonna take home the crown.

Was there actually a crown?

It was a baseball cap
with boobs on it.

It was a different time.

I was in the final
against Petey "Pinball" Johnson.

Wha... Are you familiar with
the Captain and Tennille game?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Uh, electro-mechanical, double flippers.
- Yes.

You got a free game
if you could, uh, spell "Muskrat Love."

I was on it.

All rollovers and spinners,

- not a single outlane.
- Yeah.

And then, out of nowhere...

...the fire alarm.

Someone had pulled it.

"Pinball" Johnson.

We had to evacuate.
I had to forfeit.

He stole my...

He stole my boob hat.

This is sad on so many levels.

I need this, Baxter.

Yeah... I'll play you one game.

- Yes.
- But it won't matter,

you're still gonna lose.

Hey, you've never played against
Chucky "The Greek" Larabee.

Who was in charge of nicknames
up there in Minneapolis?

Great.

Thank you.
We will see you in a couple hours.

Ah. We are all set.

You, me and Mom in the deluxe suite.

We are gonna sea-salt-scrub that Jen
right out of our mother's heart.

- Hey, guys.
-Hi.

Oh, are you going somewhere?

Uh, yeah. We are taking
our mom to the Abbott-Berry

for an expensive spa weekend.

It's fine. Boyd can just
go to community college.

Uh, it'll just be us Baxters, though,

but-but you'll have Dad
and your poem.

Mm. Hope you understand.

Of course.
There's nothing more important

than the time a girl gets
to spend with her mom.

Oh, we know.
Don't think we don't.

It's important
to build memories,

because some day
that's all you'll have.

I know, because...

well, you know, my mom is dead.

No...

Enjoy this time, you guys.

Oh, all set.

I am so excited. Yeah.

I have the most loving,
generous, best daughters in the world.

Just... just get in the car.

Oh.

We should just come clean to Mom
and turn around.

Uh, sure. Yeah. We'll just say
we broke the orphan's heart.

We have to do something.

Okay? The guilt is killing me.

Let's just put it out of our minds.
We can get through

the weekend, and we'll make it
up to Jen when we get back.

Hmm. Don't take this the wrong
way, but it is a lot easier

for you to put things out of your mind.

So, it's okay.

- Ooh.
- I got road trip snacks.

- Ah.
- I am pretty sure

there's not
a naturally-occurring substance

- in any of this.
- Mmm. Mmm.

Just what I need-- something
else to eat away at me.

Uh-uh, no, no, no,
this is a guilt-free trip.

You hear that, Kris? Guilt-free.

- Mm.
- Now let's go.

Oh, you know what?
Um, before we go,

guys, I-I just want
to clear the air.

- Hmm.
- I know why you girls are doing this.

- You do?
- I do, yeah. I do.

It's because lately

I haven't made the effort
to be present in your lives.

- Actually, Mom...
- No.

Don't interrupt her. Maybe
that's why she abandoned us.

No, I don't...

I don't think I abandoned you,
but... but I have been busy,

and I haven't been
connecting with you

as much as I would like to.

Well, you're forgiven, Mom.

What a beautiful word.

- "Forgiven."
- Hmm.

Uh, it's not just you, Mom.

I mean... we have lives, too.

I-I'm a newlywed and an
up-and-coming fashion designer.

- Mm-hmm.
- I have a new apartment.

And Kris... has that kid.

Well, you know, that's why
Kristin understands this.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.
- Look, the worst thing

a mother can do is to disappear
from her child's life.

All right,
listen up, everybody. One game.

Three balls each.
High score wins.

All betting is forbidden,
all right?

But your bets will be paid
after the match.

All right, Mike, you're up.

Ready to do this, Greek?

- Let's dance.
- All right.

Oh, geez.
Are you all right, Kyle?

No, I-I'm a nervous wreck.

I mean, you, the man
who's like a father to me,

playing Chuck,
who's an employee of the man

who's like a father to me.

Just relax. It'll be over
before you know it.

Hey, uh, hey, Greek,
you notice the score?

You're still behind.

Stay out of my kitchen, Baxter.

This is how we do it in the 612.

Nice try.

There's nothing you can say to
make Minneapolis sound badass.

What the hell is that?

It's the fire alarm.

Oh, hell no.

Fiddlesticks, everybody.

What a shame,
but-but safety first.

Everybody out,
everybody out, come on.

Just finish up, finish up.
Keep going, keep...

But I'm the head of security.

- The store is on fire.
- Unless it's a false alarm.

I've got a lot of lettuce
riding on you, Mike.

Huh? I thought
you were a cinch to win.

Thanks, Baxter. I couldn't
have done it without you.

- Done what?
- Win.

Yes!

- Sorry, Ed.
- That's all right.

I'm out 45 bucks.

- Congratulations.
- Ah.

Don't have a boob hat for you,
but you know what you do get?

- What?
- A bunch of twitchy-fingered kids

just wondering
how good you really are.

- Aw, man.
- There you go, guys.

The guy to beat.

Ah.

Okay.

Yeah.

Uh, Baxter? Damn it.

Et tu, sister?

Jen-Jen!

Our little bird!

I don't know
what's happening, but I love it.

Ah. The girls excluded you

from our weekend
because they were jealous

of all the attention I give you.

Isn't that awful?

You don't look like you think it's awful.

Oh! No, it's terrible.

Oh, they were just being petty.

Okay, look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's just,
my daughters haven't competed

for my affection since 2004.

A mother remembers.

Well, I'm-I'm sorry
that we were so selfish, Jen.

We're honored
to share our mother with you.

Thanks, because Vanessa is the
second-best mom in the world.

Yeah.

Well, I mean, you've...

you never told us much
about your mom.

Well, I lost her
when I was a little girl,

and I don't like to make people
feel uncomfortable.

Mm.

Oh. It doesn't make us
feel uncomfortable.

I mean, it totally did at first,
but-but not now.

We would love to hear about her
if you would like to share.

Well, my mom was
a very elegant woman.

- Very fashionable.
- Mm.

For her birthday one year,
I bought her this beautiful scarf.

Oh, that's so sweet.

Not really. It turns out
she was allergic to wool.

She broke out in huge hives.

One above her lip,

another above her eye.

No.

She looked like that, uh, uh...

Who's that sailor who's angry
who eats all the spinach?

-Oh, um...
- Popeye?

- Mm.
- Yes!

But she refused
to take off the scarf

because it was
from her little girl.

I still remember her saying,
"No, I love it."

Yeah.

Those were her last words.

Oh, no.

I'm kidding.

Oh!

Well, your mom
sounds amazing, Jen.

She was. Thank you
for asking about her.

We-we would love
to hear more about her.

And you can tell us
at the Abbott-Berry.

Go pack, because
you're coming with us.

Mm. Are you sure?

I heard that place
is very expensive.

Oh, it's my treat.

Ooh. Wonder who this is.

- Oh, hey, it's Eve!
- Don't pick up! Do not pick up!

Hey, Mike Baxter here
for Outdoor Man.

My good buddy
Billy Shakespeare wrote,

"Some are born great,
some achieve greatness,

and some have greatness
thrust upon them."

Yeah, London
in the swingin' 1590s.

You could... you could still

thrust your greatness
upon people.

Yeah, it was a different time.

But no matter how an all-time
great reaches the top,

they all face the same question.

When is the right time
to pass on the crown?

John Elway and Peyton Manning
timed it pretty good.

They both won championships
and rode off into the sunset.

Hyah! Hyah! Come on now!

No pressure, Flacco.

But they were the exceptions.

Usually we get Willie Mays
flopping around in center field

for the Mets
like a grouper on a dock.

Or the great Muhammad Ali
losing to Trevor Berbick.

Trevor Berbick?

Sounds like a digestive problem.

Hell, even my buddy Billy
Shakespeare hung on too long.

You ever seen a great production
of Two Noble Kinsmen?

No.

You don't want
to limp out like a lamb.

You want to still be roaring
like a lion,

just not a Detroit Lion.

And while it may be hard
to know when to walk away

from the thing
that made you great,

it's never the right time
to be finished as a person.

Life is a gift. Every day is a gift.
That's why they call it the "present."

And what you owe in return
for it is to keep growing,

keep learning,
and keep getting better.

And call your mom!

Baxter out.