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There's an old saying, "Birds of a feather flock together."

But why do most birds form flocks?

Well, it protects them from predators,

helps them find food and a safe place to nest.

But what happens when a bird loses its flock?

I just want to talk to the Hawks.

How does it find its way home?

I just want to talk to the Hawks. I just want to talk to the Hawks.

Give us one good reason.

- Because I said so. - That's the best you got?

You're only gonna be in Manhattan with J.D. for one night.

We're not children. We don't need a babysitter.

The last time Grandma babysat us,

she told me if I didn't get off the computer that I would go cross-eyed.

Why is this window always open? Are you guys smoking something?

It's called burnt toast. You see, you don't trust us.

Can't imagine why, car-driving, bar-hopping minors of mine.

We did the time. Forgive the crime, Ma.

Yeah. How can we rehabilitate ourselves

if you won't give us a second chance?

You need to stop treating us like children.

In a year, I can smoke, vote, and join the Army, you know?

I'm working on changing those laws.

I survived Grandma for 18 years.

You guys can handle her for one little itty-bitty night.

Phil Kirkman, former mascot of the New York Hawks,

suddenly re-merged today on the ledge of a rooftop

demanding to meet with reps of the Hawks.

As all of New York knows, Kirkman is infamous for the moment

when he accidentally knocked down return man Marcus Alvarez,

which ended the Hawks' playoff run some six years ago.

With the Hawks on the brink of making the playoffs

for the first time since that fateful game,

all of New York is wondering:

Can the Hawks break the dreaded Kirkman curse?

I can't believe this guy's flapping his wings in my craw again.

- Okay, so this Phil Kir-- - No, don't say that name around here.

What name? Phil Kirkman--?

Okay. So he-who-shall-not-be-named

makes you guys act like second graders because why?

First round of the '05 playoffs against Arizona.

We're up 14 points in the fourth quarter. The game is in the bag.

Our return guy, Marcus Alvarez, is taking a punt

down the sidelines for a touchdown when...

our mascot accidentally trips him.

Marcus fumbles and that was the beginning of the end.

Arizona scored 24 points in seven minutes.

Thus the curse was born.

And now, anytime things start going our way, we lose it.

Well, so where has this guy been for the last six years?

After being hounded by the press, he went off the grid

only to resurface yesterday on top of a building, demanding an audience.

We're finally one win from making the playoffs,

every newspaper, blogger and radio show in New York

is obsessed with the curse again.

With Sports Illustrated doing a cover story on us,

timing couldn't be worse. We can't have him become the story.

- The guys are already spooked. - All right, so let me guess.

You would like me to meet with whosy-whatsy.

He wants to talk with somebody from the team.

Who better to talk to than the therapist?

Dr. Dani, tell you-know-who to stop being so damn crazy.

Then make him fly, fly away.

So this is a sports thing, right?

Seemingly rational people believing in curses?

- Yes. - Doesn't matter what you and I think.

- If the players believe, then it's real. - Okay.

Sorry.

- J.D. Aldridge? - What?

What the--? Nico, how--?

Are you having me followed or are you tapping my phones?

Matt may have mentioned you two were...

He did?

Dual PhD in psychology, anthropology.

Fulbright Scholar. Very impressive guy, this Dr. Aldridge.

Since when is my social life your business?

Since I was hired to protect the assets of the team.

Well, I might be an asset, but you are still just an--

Hold that thought. Pittman.

Looks like they upgraded the qualifications

for being a water boy finally.

Now that is an ass.

No. That is an ass.

T, what the hell did you say to her?

I complimented her apple bottom.

Then I made a joke about her being a water boy.

Apparently, she doesn't have a sense of humor.

I don't care who she's doing or how good she looks in that skirt.

I want her disrespectful ass off my field.

Terrence, that's Vivica Stevens, from Sports Illustrated,

doing a cover story about the Hawks.

So I think that you should take your disrespectful ass

over to her skirt and apologize.

You really felt it was necessary to drive me here?

- I'm your backup, just in case. - In case what?

Look, I don't know if this guy is depressed, deranged or dangerous.

So I'm not taking any chances.

- Hi. - Are you the Hawks' representative?

I am. Dr. Dani Santino.

Yeah. Sam Kirkman, Phil's dad. Thanks for coming.

Just when we thought things were getting back to normal,

he goes and pulls this stunt. Sits in his room all day long.

I try to get him help but he won't talk to anyone.

- I don't know what to do with him. - I understand.

Yeah, well, he's inside, in the basement.

- In the basement? - Yeah. Where he lives.

But before you go down there,

there's something you should know about Phil. He's kind of a weirdo.

Okay.

Hello?

Hello? Phil, are you down here?

Careful with that.

Hi. I'm Phil Kirkman.

I'm the curse.

These are incredible.

These action figures came out in 1975, super rare.

It's the Hawks' inaugural team when they moved here from Kansas City.

My dad and I used to go to every home game together.

I was a bit of an outsider. I didn't have a lot of friends.

Becoming the Hawk was my dream ever since I was 6.

So you were the Hawks' team mascot for...

- For two seasons, right? - Yeah.

Except for that last game, they were the best two years of my life.

I was part of something. I was Phil Kirk-maniac.

All of New York loved me.

So great to meet a fellow Hawk.

So what's your job with the team?

Phil. My name is Dr. Dani Santino and I am the Hawks' therapist.

Therapist?

I thought they'd send somebody important.

Coach Purnell or Marshall Pittman.

- I don't need a therapist. - Well, you were on a ledge.

It's not like I was trying to kill myself.

- Okay. What were you trying to do? - Get the Hawks' attention.

You did.

I just...

I need Marcus Alvarez to forgive me.

Because if he forgives me, then the Hawks will forgive me,

and New York City will forgive me too.

I can't walk on the street without people talking about me, hating me.

I'm afraid for my life, Dr. Santino.

Phil, do you know what fear stands for?

False evidence appearing real.

What if I could show you that your fear is just that,

and that your life is not in danger?

You don't know what it's like to be me.

Come on! Let's go! Knees up! There you go!

Since you didn't pay attention at the last sexual harassment seminar.

- I thought that was a how-to. - Clearly.

- Come on. Make it right. - Matty D, come on, man!

You got to lighten up.

That's gonna be hard for you because you're white.

- I got this. Watch and learn. - I'm gonna watch and learn, Shaft.

- Miss Stevens? Vivica? - What, are you thirsty again?

No, I came to apologize for playing with you before

because I didn't realize who you were.

But some women like their asses complimented.

- This is your version of an apology? - Yes.

If you want to talk TD's or YAC's or receptions, I'm here, 24/7.

Except Fridays between 9 and midnight,

and Saturdays between 10 and 1 a.m.

I got appointments.

- He's joking. - Yeah, I'm joking.

I thought jokes were supposed to be funny.

That's funny. I'll talk to you about whatever you want

except for the curse because nobody wants to talk

- about that crazy bird. - Kirkman isn't news.

News is this year's Hawks coming together

to give the curse a run for its money.

I am interested in the how, the why, and the who making that happen.

Well, it sounds like you are interested in the me.

As a story, yes.

- You're not into boys. - Oh, I like boys just fine.

I prefer men.

I'm gonna get you some ice.

So tell me, am I a complete ass?

Sometimes we say things that we wish we hadn't.

I'm saying it was one little compliment

taken completely out of context.

T.K., how could that have been taken in context?

I don't know.

All right, the fact of the matter is she gave me the Heisman.

Why? What do you mean?

She negged me.

Nobody negs me.

In a club setting maybe, but in a professional environment?

Yeah. I blew up the girl's spot, like, twice.

Yup.

It's not even like that.

I dig that she's a celebrity in her own right.

You know, she's won awards and crap. It's cool.

Yeah, but she hasn't won awards for her derrière.

No. But she should have.

I got an interesting letter

from the Democratic Republic of the Congo today.

That's funny. I got an interesting letter from my kids' cell phone carrier.

You go first.

The government has made some cultural improvements

and they're inviting academics and journalists

- to witness the transformation. - What does that mean for you?

It means a month-long, all-expenses-paid trip for two.

And I was thinking, should our Saturday night getaway go well...

You said you wanted to travel.

- No! - Okay.

- I get it. It's too soon. - No. No, no, no.

No, I'm not no-ing the trip. I'm no-ing the guy over there.

- That's my colleague. - Is he a stalker?

No, no. He's just a Nico.

Okay. So this is happening.

- Hey, you. - Hi.

Nico, this is J.D. Aldridge.

J.D. Aldridge, this is Nico.

Pleasure.

What brings you here, Nico?

- This is my Tuesday night restaurant. - Is it, now?

Nice to see you, Mr. Careles.

Join us for a drink?

Okay, so do you happen to be the J.D. Aldridge

behind the book The Ape Apprentice?

Yeah. Guilty. That one may have sold five copies.

Interspecies comparative behavioral studies. Great, really great stuff.

I've never heard you make mention of your fascination

with interspecies studies before, or any interests at all, really.

I see a lot of animal behavior in my line of work.

Animals provide important insight into what it means to be human.

Couldn't agree more.

Tell me. What do you agree with there?

Well, I mean, let's take birds, for example.

Some are part of flocks. Some pair off for life. Some fly solo.

It wasn't until I studied male jaguars

that I understood why my marriage ended.

My marriage ended because of a jackass, not a jaguar.

Mine too. Gotta go. Thanks for the coffee.

Dr. Santino. Dr. Aldridge.

Good night.

That man has never mentioned that he was married before ever.

He does security for the Hawks.

Do I need to hire a freshman to start my car for me now?

No, no. You just have to be really, really nice to me

- and then you'll be safe. - All right, that I can do.

Oh, God. Okay.

Ray Jay, since when do you read the Wall Street Journal?

I prefer the tactile experience of print to reading the paper online.

I'm just happy that you're having any reading experience at all.

It's Dominican. I like a little extra boost. Don't you?

Oh, and we also cleaned our rooms, did the laundry,

and if we had a dog, we would have fed him.

Valiant effort. But you're still not staying home alone.

This is so unfair.

If you want us to be responsible, give us a chance.

Push the birds out of the nest.

Otherwise, we're gonna end up like those birds on the sidewalk,

the one whose mother never lets them do anything on their own.

The second they get the chance to fly--

Splat.

I gotta tell you, I'm kind of terrified.

Oh, remember what I said about fear? False evidence appearing real?

That's what we're doing here now.

We're gonna find out what's real and what's not.

You're doing really well already.

And I think that you should take off your hat.

How about you take off your sunglasses?

- Nobody hates Phil Kirkman. - Yeah.

These people do.

- Who cares what they think? - Kirkman?

- Phil Kirkman. - Yes?

- You suck. - Hey!

You should have jumped off that building.

I'm sure you got better things to do than get arrested for assault.

So why don't you keep on walking?

You gonna ruin our chances of going to the playoffs again?

Go back to your nest. New York never wants to see your face again.

You go back to your nest!

No, no. No, Phil!

No way I'm letting you-know-who come within 500 yards of Marcus Alvarez,

- let alone this facility. - All he wants to do is apologize.

- What's the harm in that? - I don't want to risk finding out.

All I want is for you-know-who to go away, far away.

- He's bad mojo. - You guys, curses aren't real.

Red Sox, right? They won the World Series.

Yeah. Only took them 86 years.

Chicago Cubs haven't won a championship in over 100 years

- because of their curse. - Everything we do

is being second- and triple-guessed by the press.

- I know that the stakes are high. - The guy's a loon.

I don't want him near this team.

Well, any more loony than two grown men believing in curses?

Why can't you take no for an answer?

Because no isn't gonna help you-know-who.

And it's not gonna help your team win either.

He just wants some forgiveness. What's so wrong with that?

Easy for you to say, Dr. Dani.

I know it's a lot to ask,

but could you work on Coach a tiny bit?

You-know-who needs a win just as much as the Hawks do right now.

You're just still not getting it.

I ate mac and cheese before every single game I ever played in.

That started in sixth grade. Athletes are superstitious.

I'll give it a shot but don't hold your breath.

I appreciate it. Thank you.

By the way, I hear that you have been chitty-chatting

with Nico about my dating life.

Maybe I mentioned something. Why?

Because he showed up where I was having dinner last night.

Coincidence? I think not.

Did you know that Nico was married?

He never mentioned that in our long, deep talks together.

Drinks with Nico. Sounds like a party.

Oh, yes. It was a blast.

You and Laura should invite him to your next party.

Well, that presumes that Laura and I are still together, which we're not.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Gave it a second chance. Didn't work out.

Sometimes that's what it takes to find out that you were right the first time.

I have been thinking.

I'm gonna give you guys a second chance.

- Meaning? - I'm gonna let you be responsible,

and no babysitter on Saturday night.

- Awesome. - Yes! You will not regret this.

You are right. Because if I do, you're really gonna regret it.

This is your one shot. You screw it up and splat.

- You hear me? Got it? - Yeah.

- Love you. - Love you.

Hey. Vivica, hey. Wait up. Wait up.

Wait up. Wait, wait, wait.

I wanna press reset on us.

Not "us," but... I'm Terrence King and I'm sorry.

Are you running for office?

- I just want to talk. - About what?

Honestly, how you got that Anton Washington

to tell you about every single athlete

he gave performance-enhancing drugs to.

Anybody who can crack that story should be leading this conversation.

- Did you do a little reading? - A lot of reading. For me.

Yeah, lucky I'm not a novelist, huh?

Yeah. Listen, so I'll sit down. We can talk.

I'll give you an exclusive with the elusive

and incredibly well-behaved Terrence King.

All right. Tomorrow morning.

But we do this on my terms, off-campus.

This place was like the post office for me, you know?

Never knew what to expect at home,

but out here, come rain, sleet or snow,

me and my boys would be playing ball till the sun came down, right?

And I'd be like Jerry Rice, Kojo Liberty, Cris Carter,

all in one game sometimes. I can still rock Kojo's TD celebration too.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- All right. - Then he'd spike it.

- He was horrible. - That was good.

But, you know, I was always pretty good.

And I knew that football got guys like Kojo out the 'hood

and I figured it was my only shot.

So I was relentless. And it worked.

You still talk to those kids you used to play with?

No. Most of them got locked up.

I haven't seen a couple of them since their funerals so...

But there was this one kid. He played center, right?

And he was like this little fat muffin-top dude

waddling around and everything and now he's a doctor.

- No? - Yeah. Crazy.

I thought he'd be having an aneurysm, not curing them, you know.

Well, how'd you end up doing what you do?

I was a tomboy.

But I sucked at sports.

My dad and I would talk Yankees for hours.

Yankees fan.

Grew up in the Bronx, huh?

Manhattan. Central Park West.

Dad's a vascular surgeon. Mom's an epidemiologist.

They encouraged me to write about what I loved.

- So we're both relentless people. - That sounds terrible.

Words are your department. I just tweet.

Hey, you're Terrence King, right? Everyone, look. It's T.K.

I didn't come out here for all this. I'm just playing. I'm just playing.

What's up, little man? How you doing? You good?

- Doing good. - What's going on? Stay in school.

I know you about to drop out. It's horrible.

- You got a pen? - Yeah, I got one right here.

All I'm asking is that you talk to Kirkman.

Man, no way! No how. I'm not sitting down with that dude.

Not even saying his name.

Marcus, can you imagine how this has ruined the man's life?

If there's any way that you can forgive him,

I just think that the team and maybe even the city

can finally move forward from this curse.

No offense, but for a shrink, you're crazy.

Oh, God. What is it gonna take for this team

to finally stop being afraid of Phil Kirkman?

Dani!

My leg!

I was a little worried about Alvarez's ankle,

but he'll be able to go on Sunday.

Dani keeps mentioning this guy's name, gonna cause a sinkhole.

How many women my age

do you know that actually remember Kojo Liberty?

- And now we're talking about what? - Vivica Stevens.

There's this crazy series that she wrote

on this underdog Olympic biathlete

shooting and skiing at the same time.

That's whiter than squash, but the way she wrote it was just crazy--

- I have seen this look before. - What look?

T, listen to me. This woman is not your friend.

What you talking about? I patched it up like you said.

- It's all good. - She is a reporter.

She does not have a crush on you. She's not your girlfriend.

She is doing a story on you.

She has been talking to everyone here.

What about?

Your DUIs, your house arrest,

every negative headline you've ever produced.

You know, that's ancient history. Dead and buried.

You can't bury anything deep enough from a reporter like Vivica Stevens.

Hey, Coach. Hey. It's Dani. I need a favor.

This was not part of our deal.

- I asked for five minutes. - Not five minutes with him.

Him? His name is Phil Kirkman.

Come on in, guys.

Phil Kirkman. Phil Kirkman. Phil Kirkman. Phil Kirkman.

Did anybody's heart stop? Anybody swallow their tongue?

- Anyone know what fear stands for? - False evidence appearing real.

Exactly.

Now, since the Alvarez-Kirkman incident six years ago,

the Hawks haven't been back to the playoffs.

I know you all say that that is evidence of the Kirkman curse.

I say that it's false evidence appearing real.

I spent hours last night reading stats, watching game after game.

I was searching for some kind of evidence of this curse,

and you want to know what I found instead?

Anything that happened to the Hawks in the past six years

is all just part of the game,

not part of some curse.

I know that the only way this alleged curse is gonna come off the team

is if you guys make it back to the playoffs. I get it. I hear you. I got you.

But there is somebody in this room whose curse we can lift right now.

And that somebody is Phil.

You all have spent the past six years

avoiding Phil Kirkman like the plague,

driving the man to live in a basement

in fear of a city that hates him.

And on top of that, avoiding him for six years

hasn't gotten you back into the playoffs now, has it?

Shake the man's hand. Rub his belly, do whatever it is you guys do.

But forgive Phil and lift his curse.

Who knows? You might reverse yours.

We're all good, man.

If I shatter my tibia or something, I'm gonna come looking for you.

Thank you. This means so much to me. Thank you.

Marcus, thank you.

Thank you for letting me come back and be the Hawk again.

- Dr. Dani? - It's okay!

- Can you just give us a minute? - Yeah.

Everybody, let's clear the room. Clear the room.

Thank you.

- That's not what we came here to do. - But I have to be the Hawk again.

It's not gonna happen.

But you set a goal for yourself

and look what you did. You accomplished it.

I did accomplish that goal.

That's all good.

Thank you, Dr. Santino.

There's something about his smile that just didn't match his words.

Well, he was disappointed, you know. He was putting on a good face.

My students have to hand over their phones if they use them in class.

I'm so sorry. The kids are home alone.

I just can't seem to turn it off.

Well, check in with them,

and hand your phone over for the remainder of class.

Nope. I already called twice. Let's just enjoy our night.

- It's really not that scary. - Told you. All hype.

Maybe not all hype.

Hello? Hello?

Oh, God! No!

I'll be right back.

Ray Jay, there's somebody in the house.

- We need to hide. - Where?

Thanks, T.K.

The playground yesterday, your old house today.

You've really opened up and I appreciate your candor.

- Cool. So you done with me now? - Done with you?

Yeah. You know, I figure princess got a little trip to the ghetto.

Now she has her story. Figured she'd be moving on.

What's that mean?

It means that I actually liked talking to you and I opened up to you,

but it seems like you're trying to find a way

to take down Terrence King for your headlines.

T.K., I'm a reporter. I follow the story.

Follow this. That's who I was. It's not who I am.

I was gonna ask you out but now I'm having second thoughts.

T.K., I can't go out with you. I haven't even filed my story yet.

Has all this been about trying to get a date with me?

No. No.

I just thought we had a connection.

How long are we gonna stay in here? This is stupid.

I'm telling you, there's someone in the living room.

- Okay, so let me go look. - No.

You're not gonna leave me with some crazed killer.

- Linds-- - I'm calling the police.

No, don't do that, because Mom will never trust us.

Grounded is better than dead. Dad, Grandma--

- Give me the-- - Oh, T.K.!

- Man. - Everything okay?

Yo, you can't just be calling me whenever you want, dude.

Jaybird? It's my therapist's kid.

- Ray Jay, I don't want to die. - Just be quiet.

The burglar isn't here to rob the pantry.

What was that?

Come on, doc. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.

- Kids okay? - Yeah. No.

My kids are fine.

Hey, yo! Mini Santinos?

You can come out now.

I'm glad you guys stocked up on enough pretzels and raw rigatonis

to survive a nuclear winter, but I'm here. It's all good. Come on.

You brought your girl to a robbery?

She's not my... She's my journalist. Well, not mine.

Why don't you mind your own business, dude?

- Jaybird. Lindsay. - Hey, guys. I'm Vivica.

The real story is how much trouble you two got me in.

What kind of trouble?

Dr. D doesn't want me checking in with the chicklets.

What I'm trying to do is the right thing this time so...

If we were murdered chicklets, I doubt she'd care.

Ain't nobody even in this house, dude. Except me, and I shouldn't be here.

Let's fly.

Go, go, go! No, you stay.

What? Why I gotta be the brave one?

- I'm lethal with this thing. - T.K.'s gonna be fine, right?

Oh, my God! I'm worm's meat!

Oh, my God.

- T.K., are you all right? - He stabbed me with his beak.

Looks like you guys got robbed by Tweety Bird.

I saw your handiwork on the hood of my ride.

- No. - Do you need to get that?

My needs and my wants are not aligning right now!

It's Matt.

Matt?

He never calls me.

- Hey. Matt, is everything okay? - No.

Phil Kirkman is stalking Marcus Alvarez.

- What do you mean, stalking? - Marcus is here with me now.

Kirkman showed up at his home this evening and wouldn't leave.

Okay, so what did Phil say to you, Marcus?

I kept telling him we're cool, but he just kept harping on the same thing.

Why can't he be the Hawk again?

He just didn't get it.

Anyway, he left me this box of junk,

mostly action figures, an old signed football.

His action figures?

What did Phil say exactly?

He said he wouldn't need them anymore.

I...

You gotta call Nico. Tell him that I need backup. Okay?

All right. Sit tight, bro.

Backup?

I think Kirkman's gonna kill himself.

Where are you?

Nico, I'm pulling in the garage right now.

Okay. I think you better hurry.

I tried to talk him down. It didn't work. But I convinced him to let me call you.

Hey, Phil. It's me. I'm right here.

Hey. Your father...

and the team and the whole city has been looking for you all night.

No one knows what it's like to be me.

To be all alone your whole life in a city that hates you.

I know.

And you didn't feel alone when you were the Hawk.

Six years I held out hope that they'd realize they needed me

and they'd want me back. Now that's not gonna happen.

If I'm not the Hawk, I'm nothing.

I have no reason to live.

Phil, I know that you feel lonely,

but I promise you that you are not alone.

There are other people that feel the exact same way that you do.

There are a lot of other people.

They're people that have difficulty recognizing

how important they really are.

They have a hard time recognizing social cues,

and they often show repetitive patterns in behavior.

Does that sound familiar to you at all?

Why don't you come sit down with me? We can talk about it.

Phil, I think that you have an undiagnosed case

of Asperger's syndrome.

People with Asperger's, they frequently have trouble

maintaining relationships or interacting with others.

I'm born this way? I am cursed.

Mozart did pretty well with it.

Albert Einstein. Marie Curie. Thomas Jefferson.

These are all people who are thought to have some degree of Asperger's.

The point being, Phil...

you are not alone.

Won't you please let me help you?

- She's an impact player. - Yeah.

It was a butt dial. I swear.

We were trying to be grownups about it.

Grownups call the police.

Yeah, but if we called the police, then the neighbors call you,

and you can't trust us or leave us home alone again.

Really? That's your logic?

Our prefrontal cortexes are not fully formed yet,

so that's why we sometimes make stupid decisions.

Yeah. You can't hold our biology against us.

I know you're not cool with me kicking it with the chicklets,

and normally I'm cool with that too,

but I thought they were about to be some chewed-up chicklets,

so I did what I had to do. I couldn't get you on the phone.

Luckily, your robber was a pigeon and nobody got hurt.

But I need to know

that you guys are gonna make responsible choices,

you know, if you find yourself in a dangerous situation again, okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

And as for you...

thank you for caring. It means a lot to me.

It's all good. It's all good. You got some good kids.

Wimpy, but good.

I'm sorry that dinner was so awkward.

I'm sorry that we never got to have our night at the hotel.

I'm just sorry.

Emergencies happen.

This is my life.

Yeah.

- What? - Your life.

And your life.

They don't overlap very well, do they?

It's not just the Congo.

I'm gonna go to Amsterdam early next year.

I wish you could join me.

But I have to stay here for my kids, for the team.

For random people who need rescuing from rooftops.

You have this life where you can just pick up and go,

and I have this life where I--

Where you're needed right where you are.

Professor Aldridge.

Yeah?

- Those trips sound so amazing. - Oh, you'll make it.

You will. It's just now's not the time.

So, then...

this...

Then what is this?

This is just what happens sometimes.

See you, Santino.

So is Kirkman okay?

He's gonna continue seeing me,

and I already found him a social-skills group

for people with Asperger's. So he's gonna start a whole new life.

So you're gonna help him find his flock.

Speak.

It's just that it took me weeks to get Pittsburgh out of you,

and you're with J.D. for 30 seconds

and you tell him that you were married. I don't get it.

If you had asked me, I would have told you.

I never lie. Ever. I thought you knew that about me.

Okay. So then, why did you get divorced?

Because some birds fly better solo.

The Hawks win! The Hawks soar into the playoffs!

The Kirkman curse is finally lifted.

Couldn't have written a better end to the story myself.

Actually how'd that turn out for you?

You're gonna have to do a little more reading,

but the story's filed, in case you want to have dinner sometime.

Tomorrow night works for me. Is that good for you?

If not, there's always the next day,

or the day after that, or the day after that.

Tomorrow's fine.

- Yeah? - Yeah. Have fun.

Well, the curse is broken. The team moves forward.

And to both of you, I say, this locker room owes the both of you.

My impact players.

We're going to the 'ship! We're going to the 'ship!

We're going to the 'ship! We're going to the 'ship!