All language subtitles for Party of Five s06e03 Bye, Bye, Love

So, not only do I
have my own caseload,

which is, like, 70 kids on nine
different drug therapies--

Guys, we're home!

But Dr. Franklin still hasn't
hired an assistant yet.

So guess who gets to do
all his paperwork, too.

Daph?

Hi.

? ...There
a oink Everywhere a oink oink ?

? Old MacDonald had a... ?

- Hello?
- Hello.

Hello, hello, hello...

Hello, hello, hello.

? Old MacDonald had a farm ?

Hey. You're here.
Charlie, right?

Well, we wanted to surprise you.

Well, you did. I mean, uh--

-You're Kirsten, right?
-Right.

Victor. Hi. Yeah, Daphne's
told me all about you.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Oh. Well, um, she hasn't
mentioned anything about you.

Yeah, I know, um, I'm a secret.

Victor. Dude, I'm
so sorry I'm late. I'm...

I'm in trouble.

-Daph-- -Okay, look, before you get
mad and start yelling, just...

I was fired, okay?

I know. Great big honking surprise, but it
was... it was telemarketing. It was evil.

But I am looking
for another gig,

but I can't do that and watch Diana
at the same time, so Victor here

is helping me out,
and he is great.

You guys, he is like the new
millennium Mary Poppins, no joke.

-Daphne--
-Almost done.

It's just, um, I, um, uh,

completely broke.

My rent is late, my clothes are being
held hostage at a fluff-and-fold,

and the only money I have
is to buy baby food.

So

let the yelling begin.

No. No yelling. I just...

I just wish you'd tell us
when stuff like this happens.

Oh, thanks, guys.

? With a moo moo here
And a moo moo there ?

? Here a moo, there a moo
Everywhere a moo moo ?

Will that do it?

Could you make that, uh, two?

? Old MacDonald had
a farm E-I-E-I-O ?

? Everybody wants to live ?

? Like they wanna live ?

? And everybody wants to love ?

? Like they wanna love ?

? Everybody wants to be ?

? Closer to free ?

? Closer to free ?

You know, just once I would like
to be on time for something.

Not even early, just... Claudia,
you're walking to school!

Thanks.

Just like old times.

Thank you.

Claud, hey! That's my toast.

-Hello.
-Is it for me?

Yeah. May I tell her who's...

Okay, hang on. Sarah!

Bailey.

You don't have to shout.

Oh, sorry. It's somebody...
Mindy, for you.

Oh, God. You know what?
I'll just take it upstairs.

Okay. 320 Lexington
Drive, Menlo Park.

Thank you so much, Mindy. Bye.

Who's Mindy from Menlo Park?

-Hey.
-Hey.

Hey, um, aren't you
late for work?

I'm the boss. I can be late.

Who's Mindy from Menlo Park?

Oh, you know, it's a
really long story,

but, Mindy Zane was my Mom's...
Robin's, um,

best friend from high school.

Wow. How did she...

Well, Julia said that I
could find some of my Mom's

old high school yearbooks
at the library,

and one of them had a drama club
picture of her and this woman.

-Mindy.
-Right.

So I did some digging and
made some phone calls,

and she called me back.

Now I'm gonna meet her.

Tomorrow.

Wow. I can't believe
you did all of this.

-I had no idea.
-I know. It's just...

When Julia started working on her
book, you know, it got me thinking

that there is so little I
actually know about my family.

But, why didn't you
tell me any of this?

Well, because there wasn't
much to tell until now,

and also, I remember how you felt
when I started looking for my Mom.

Well, I mean I think you
ought to be careful...

-Oh, here it comes.
-No, no, no. No. Hey.

No, I just...

I want to help.

Okay? How can I help?

Listen, I took a look
at your second chapter,

-and I do have some thoughts.
-Uh-huh.

Okay, this stuff
about your parents.

Uh, that confused me a little.

Now you talk a fair amount
about your father's temper.

Oh, it's not like he was abusive or anything.
That's not what I was trying to say.

I'm talking about when he got
mad and you gave some examples,

there's all sorts of stuff
about your reactions.

But what about everyone else?

Everyone else? Like who?

Oh, like your mother.

I was looking for that.

I mean, what did she do
when your Dad got mad?

Mom? Uh...

She was great.

She always knew
exactly what to do.

She'd tell him a joke or
lighten the situation somehow.

He could never stay
mad around her.

So you're saying that
she enabled the anger?

No, no, that's not what I meant.

And it sounds like you
took a lesson from her.

No, I was just saying she knew
how to handle things when--

Well, listen. You said that she was
great, that you admired your mother.

Now my only point is that

you must have wanted
to be that way, too.

Ah, it's getting late. I thought
Daph would be here by now.

Daphne? But isn't
it Victor today?

Well, she didn't have any job
interviews lined up, so...

-What?
-Nothing.

I just...

I just wonder if it's a good idea
to give her money like that.

What was I supposed to do?

Find her a job.

That's what she needs, right?

Maybe at school with you, or
what about at the restaurant?

I already asked. Both places,
and there's nothing.

-What about you?
-Me?

Yeah, didn't you say that Dr. Franklin
was looking for an assistant?

My Dr. Franklin? His
assistant Daphne?

Sure. It's a job. Why not?

Um, well, I don't
know, I just...

Why not?

Hey.

Uh, Claudia, where have you
been since second period?

I need my S.A.T. vocab partner.

Oh, my god. Is everyone sitting?

Okay, if you guys thought
last week's was bad,

wait till you hear what that
internut posted this week.

-Derek printed it up.
-Yeah, this site is way harsh.

Listen. "Now let's talk about the
kids who want us to talk about them.

You know who I mean. The cool crowd.
The beautiful people.

And that includes Rhiannon Marcus, who,
after a summer in the city of angels,

clearly deserves her new nickname,
'daddy's little implants.'"

You think that's funny?

No, I'm sorry, Rhi.
Not funny at all.

-But how did he know?
-Alexa!

Well, what about me?
Am I in there?

Nah. You're still safe.

How do you know?

She's fresh blood. Isn't
even on the guy's radar yet.

Who says this guy is a guy?

Well, whoever he is, the only way to
deal with him is just ignore him.

"And who's Alexa Spence
trying to impress?

Volunteering to be a big sister?

As if she could help the poor
by doing their color charts."

Excuse me? Who am I impressing?

Why-- I told no one about that.

Except every college
recruiter you've met.

Man. This
worm is gonna pay.

Myra.

Myra?

Myra!

One sec.

Here. Done. My
furniture project.

Myra, this isn't...

What is it?

It's a bed of nails. Enjoy.

Myra, wait a minute. Myra!

Look, I know this isn't
your favorite place to be,

but I asked to take a
look at your transcript,

and the D-plus you're getting from
me is the best grade you've got.

And a zero on this is gonna
bring you down to an F.

What's your point?

Well, just... If you don't
want to be held back,

I'm kind of the best
friend you've got here.

Now, whatever you need.

If you want a little extra time
to make a real effort on this--

Look, no offense, but
last thing I need

is advice from the guy who grew
up to be the shop teacher, okay?

Claud, do you remember the time that
mom showed us how to make cookies?

And after they started baking,
we fought for the bowl

to eat all the extra
cookie dough?

Mm, I don't know.

And we dropped the bowl, and it
smashed into a million pieces.

Oh, man. Yeah. That time.

-Oh, Dad, he--
-Right.

He went ballistic.
Totally freaked.

What makes you think of that?

You remember what Mom did?

She made us run up to him
and say that we were sorry

and tell him we loved
him and hug him.

She did?

Yeah. And it worked like a charm.
Like it always did.

Kind of smart, I guess, huh?

You think? I don't know.

'Cause his temper never changed.
It never got any better.

And all of that time, I
never heard her say "stop".

Just stop being angry.

Julia, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Owen is sitting right over there,
listening to everything you're saying.

-What am I saying? -That his parents
were fighting all the time.

That Mom... What,
what are you saying?

That Mom never backed us up?

Never stood up against
horrible, angry dad?

Bailey, come on, no. I'm just...
I'm taking a look at the family,

and it seems like Mom and Dad--

Okay, you know what? I
don't want to hear it.

Whatever you're trashing them for...
for your book or whatever...

Just leave us out of it.

Claudia doesn't want
to hear it, do you?

-I mean, not really.
-No.

And neither do I, and
neither does Owen.

Hey, bud, let's
finish upstairs, okay?

She was a wild girl, your Mom.

I remember once, she got
arrested for skinny dipping

in a fountain in Central Park.

The arresting officer
asked her out.

That's how it was. I mean, she had
guys lined up around the block.

So, there were a lot of men.

Oh, no. I didn't mean to say
that she was... She's not--

No, no. That's okay. Really.

You know, I want to know
everything about her.

She was a beautiful
woman, Sarah.

And a really good actress.

She was irresistible.

Leading men, stage managers...

God, I think there was even
an usher who proposed.

Oh, she sent me a playbill

from her first real show.

And I think it's in here.

Here it is.

-Cyrano.
-She played Roxanne.

And opposite her, the guy...
What was his name?

Oh, um, William Lanford.

Right. She said
he was wonderful,

and that they were
wonderful together.

Wait! Wait, what is this?
She... she signed it.

"Mindy, it feels like everything
in my life is about to change."

What do you think she means?

I think that program was the
last contact I had with her.

We lost touch after that.

But you knew her, so... so,
what do you think she meant?

Was she talking
about her career?

It was 20 years ago, Sarah.

Maybe she was talking about you.

Thanks for taking
time out of your day.

Well...

That was such a joke.

-Oh, Daphne, I'm sorry.
-I know.

What am I gonna do now?

Don't worry. We'll... we'll think
of something. We'll do something.

Yeah, we better, because Dr. Franklin
wants me to start, like, today.

-He does?
-Yeah.

-You're Dr. Franklin's new assistant?
-Yeah.

He didn't seem to care about your utter
lack of professional experience?

Yeah, he did. That's why I lied.

You lied?

Well, how else was I gonna
get the job, Kirsten?

-You lied. -And you're gonna have
to teach me, like, everything,

because the only thing I know how to
do is make long-distance phone calls

and steal office supplies.

-You lied.
-Yeah.

Honey. We covered that.

Now show me. What is it
that we actually do here?

All right, gentlemen, that's it.
Good practice. Good practice!

-Hey.
-Hey.

What are you doing here?

Okay, the thing is, I
read that web page again.

It says that Rudy Baylor's a closet nerd
who's so good at Math he tested out of trig.

And the only guy who plays basketball with
Rudy and takes Mr. Baum's trig class is...

Well, you.

So?

So you knew all that stuff about
Lex and Rhiannon and Rudy.

-I don't follow.
-No, neither do I, 'cause...

I feel like the story that should be online
is whatever the heck they did to you.

'Cause it must have
been something.

I gotta get going.

But you know what I
can't figure out?

You're trashing your
friends because you think

that they do anything to feel
better about themselves,

but, I mean, isn't that
just what you're doing?

Hey. Julia, right?

I'm Isabelle. How's it going?

Listen, before you speak, I
just have to say I'm sorry.

I have been a total bitch.

Ever since you transferred in,
all I could think was please,

she has the publishing contract
I deserve, just let her die,

but how unoriginal, you know?

When everyone in class
already hates you?

Oh, so just...

You look really sad, and
if talking might help...

Oh.

All right, well, um,

my editor keeps telling
me I'm not being honest

if I don't blame my parents in
some way for what happened to me.

My siblings, they hear this, and
they're like, "How can you do that?"

And the truth is I
feel the same way.

But how else can you explain who you are without
at least looking at your parents first?

Yeah. Please. You think I came
out of the womb this way?

Hey, you wanna get some coffee.

Okay.

Hey, I'm looking for you.

Here.

That is your new
furniture project.

-A guillotine?
-Yeah.

Something about it just
screamed out Myra.

Look, Mr. Salinger,
let's be honest.

You don't know me enough
to actually care,

and I'm not in the mood to be some
teacher's good deed for the day.

So what's the problem, Myra?

You bored?

'Cause what if I told you
that I'm bored, too?

What if I said that I'll die if I have
to see one more pine branch footstool?

Oh, the "I'm just another
outsider like you" trick?

Be careful. You might have to pierce
your tongue to prove it to me.

Myra.

Have I told you the
secret to high school?

The reason why it's
such a nightmare?

It's so kids'll work really,
really hard to leave,

'cause you know what happens
to the ones who don't?

They turn into me.

Is that what you want?

To have to teach shop to
put food on your table?

To spend the rest of your life
making speeches like this?

Okay. Patient's
name, Kathleen O'neill.

Good. Except that, um, the
last name has to go first,

and the middle initial
goes here, not here.

And it needs to be
in block print.

It's just a couple of the
doctor's pet peeves.

I'll tell you what. Why
don't I finish these up,

and then we can go
over them later?

-How's that sound?
-Fantastic, Kirsten.

She's almost got it.

Hey, muffin-head. Here,
let me help you.

The square shape goes
in the square hole.

Like that. Good!

Hey, Daph.

Maybe it's better if she
figures it out for herself.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Yeah, 'cause otherwise,
how will she learn?

Right, Kirsten?

Right.

Thank you, Victor.

You're gonna ruin your eyes.

Hey, listen to this.

"I for your joy would
gladly lay mine down,

though you were
never to know it.

Too fair the night, that I should
speak thus, that you should hear me."

It's from Cyrano.

Every night he would
look into her eyes,

and she would look into his.

Your Mom and that...
that William guy?

William Lanford.

I mean, how could they say
these words to each other

night after night and
not fall in love?

Oh, come on, Sarah.
They were acting.

No. Robin told Mindy they
were wonderful together.

Okay, but that still
doesn't mean--

And I was born a little more than
nine months after the play opened.

What?

Production started February
'78 and ended in May.

This man could be
my father, Bailey.

I mean, it's possible.

Okay.

I did an Internet search,

and it came up William Lanford
studio, Columbus Avenue.

He's still there, Bailey.
In New York.

Did you get a phone number?

Instead of calling,
I thought I'd go.

To New York?

Well, it's a lot harder to slam a door in
somebody's face than to just slam down a telephone.

You're actually considering
flying all the way to New York?

I'm not considering it, Bailey.

I already bought the ticket.

What's all this?

I'm just looking at pictures,
trying to jog my memory.

Mm-hmm.

"Elbow crooked, pulling
her head to him.

His hand on her arm, his
hand on her neck--"

Bailey.

What does that mean, Jule? What
point are you making there?

I'm just trying to
figure stuff out.

Are you saying that he
liked to control her?

-Is that right?
-I'm writing what I see.

So that's the big angle
here for this book.

That Dad was like Ned, and Mom was like
you, and that's why you got abused.

What if it is? What if
that's a part of it?

Julia, you are putting all of
these what-ifs into a book.

You're making Mom and Dad out to be these
villains to thousands of strangers.

No one is a villain, Bailey.
That is the point!

-Not Mom, not Dad, not even Ned.
-You know what I think?

Julia, you know what I think?

I think this is a really nice way for
you to let yourself off the hook.

I think it's really nice way
for you to make it okay

that you're blaming everyone
else for this but yourself.

I am just trying...

I am trying really hard to
make sense of all of this.

So fine then, Julia,
make sense of it.

Just don't pile it all
on Mom and Dad, okay?

And maybe you should stop digging
around in the past for all your answers

and start looking for the ones
that are right in front of you.

So, how heavy am I supposed
to make this thing?

How heavy?

Yeah, the part that
chops off their heads.

The blade... how heavy?

I don't know.

Heavy enough to cut the tips
off your old man's cigars?

If I had an old man.

Or if I started smoking cigars.

Just you and your Mom, huh?

Most of the time it's just me.

So, you want to show me how to use this
thing, or should I just cut my thumb off?

All right, let me in there.

Okay, according to
the Saunders review,

the Ivys won't even
let us on campus

unless we have three synonyms
for words like, uh, Iscariot.

Apostate, quisling... oh, and
here's an appropriate one,

traitor.

What?

What's wrong?

I've always thought one
of the hardest things

was knowing who your
real friends are.

Did something happen?

A little girl-talk at the gym
goes a long way, huh, Claudia?

All the way to your website.

Oh, I can't wait to see how you use
the rest of the stuff I told you.

Okay, wait, you guys. Why...
why would I do this?

Nobody started trashing us
till we hung out with you.

I mean, who else knows
all this stuff about us?

-It wasn't me.
-Well, who was it, then?

And why would they do this?

I really have no idea.

Oh, here we go.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Okay, it's your turn.

I'll be right back.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Are you, um... are
you taking off?

Uh...

Well, I guess you...
you could say that.

I just quit.

You quit?

Look, I am sorry,
I am, I'm sorry,

but I can't... I can't do this.

Daphne, you're doing fine,

which, frankly, I wasn't
even sure that you could.

Kirsten, I'm working my ass off!

-And you're making it!
-No, I am hating it!

I am not the kind of person that
can do the same thing every day,

and call that "living." I can't...
I can't be...

I can't be like...

Like me?

Like me, you mean?

No, I didn't say that.

Daphne...

This is the way the
world works, okay?

You don't just get to do what you want.
You do what you have to.

Look, Kirsten, it
doesn't have to be--

You think that I want to be doing
exactly this for the rest of my life?

'Cause I don't.

You can quit this job, Daphne,

but next time, be careful.

Because by the time you figure out what
you do want to do with your resume,

they might not hire you.

Classifieds?

What are you looking
for, chapter three?

Trying to find an apartment.

I thought you were
living at home.

Well, I was going to
find my own place,

and then I thought I'd stay at
home, and now I don't know.

Families...

Can't live with them, can't dispose of
their limbs without drawing attention.

Yeah.

But it's not just my family.

Evan Stilman. The guy keeps pushing
me and it's driving me crazy.

The way he just sits there,
telling me what to think,

like what I've written
are just words,

when this stuff, it
actually happened to me.

Well, okay, but you gotta expect him
to be kind of frosty, considering.

Considering what?

Well, duh, his wife
offed herself.

Who wouldn't get cold after
something like that?

I'm sorry, "offed herself"?

Oh, you didn't know that?

Hey, you know, I was thinking
I should stay someplace nice,

in case things don't pan out.

Oh, that's probably
stupid, right?

Maybe too expensive?
What do you think?

I think it's your
trip, it's up to you.

Okay, thank you.

Well, then don't
ask what I think.

You know, it's just five days
looking for my dad, Bailey.

That's all it is.

And then what?

And then I come back.

And then what?

And then... what do you mean?

Then all your questions
are answered?

I just want to meet my father.

Bailey, I don't know why
you have a problem--

It is natural for you
to want to meet him.

I want you to meet him.
It's just...

Maybe he and your Mom were
together at some point,

but you know that they weren't
together when you were born.

And yet, you're racing across the
country to see this guy, like...

like seeing him is going to answer
some desperate question for you.

And you think it's about you.

And us, and the problems
that we're having.

I think it is.

But, if I'm wrong...

If you tell me that it's not,
then I will stop, I promise you.

If you tell me that it's not.

What happened?

What happened?

What happened to what
we talked about?

About you taking a harder
look at your mother.

I don't know, I just...

I decided it wasn't the story.

Why not?

Look, this book is
about me, right?

About my state of mind. My state of
mind about my Mom is not what you--

Julia, listen, I understand.

All right, she's gone, you
don't want to judge her.

But that doesn't mean
that you can't be honest.

-Honest?
-Mm.

You know what, why don't you
tell me what I should be saying,

'cause it seems to me you have a
pretty specific idea in your head.

-Julia, I-- -No, I get the feeling
that this matters a lot to you.

Like it's personal, somehow.

-Personal?
-Yeah.

Like it's something you
went through, too.

Like someone did something to you, and
there's stuff that you feel about that,

like there's someone
you want to blame.

You're talking, about my wife?

I don't know, am I?

You know nothing about her.

You're right, I don't, so I would never
presume to tell you how you feel.

I...

You know, this is completely
uncalled for, Julia.

Completely. Do you hear me?

Listen, Evan, I'm sorry
if this upsets you, but--

We'll take this up later.

We're done here.

-What?
-I am so sorry.

Why?

You didn't write it.

I am such a loser, Claudia.

I should have known
it wasn't you.

Can I see this?

Mm, Cameron, you're...
you're in here, too.

Yeah, he, like,
eviscerated both of you.

"And here, from the
making-us-puke department,

it's Cameron Wolcott.

There's something pathetic about a guy
who's had everything handed to him

but can't feel good about it.

If it's all just too
much, then try this.

Return your car, your jet ski,

but keep the rich-boy
guilt, as our gift."

Ouch.

Guess he nailed you?

I think he was pretty kind.

What are you doing?

Just trying to catch up
on some of these bills.

I've been putting them off
but they don't go away.

I need to feel
spontaneous, you know?

Find my father, if I can.

Maybe even find out he's a
world-famous circus acrobat,

and that I've been given a genetic
predisposition to do triple somersaults.

All right, that's
just an example.

I just need to feel

twenty for a few days.

To look at the world like I don't
live in a three bedroom house

with a grand piano and
a view of the bay.

Like I don't have
kind-of a husband

who goes to work every day

and comes home,
where I'm waiting.

And that's what
this trip is about?

Yes.

Everything that you
think makes it foolish

is kind of the point.

It's like I left my I.D.

You know, my passport in the
middle of New York city,

and I have to go and get it

and bring it back home,

so that the two of us can
go anywhere together.

Please?

I mean, that's not such
a scary thought, is it?

No.

Hey. Listen, Julia, the
reason that I'm here--

If you came here to yell at
me, I was way out of line.

I know you're not trying to put all
that stuff about your wife in my book.

I'm just... I'm really not
comfortable blaming my parents,

I'm really not. So, I'm sorry.

No, no, you don't have to be.

You know, I go through the
same thing, every day.

I try to make sense
out of what she did,

and it makes me mad, you know, it
makes me blame her for leaving.

But, I mean, how can
I not forgive her?

I have to.

You know, I miss her.

Which is just to say,

Don't be afraid to take a look at the
ways that they might have let you down.

Because you're not
trying to blame them,

you're trying to understand.

And you can be disappointed and
still go on loving them, Julia.

Just like you did
when they were here.

Hey.

Hi. You're leaving.

Yeah, yeah, I was headed home.

Why, do you, uh... do
you need something?

No.

Well, actually,

do you know anything about,
like, sine and cosine, and...

the other one?

Tangent?

Him.

If you're leaving, though, whatever...
I can blow it off--

No, no, no.

I mean, I can... I
can take a look.

When we're done with that,
do you speak French?

'Cause, my French homework,
like, it's in French,

but it's completely Greek to me.

Packing up all your stuff?

Yeah, my friend Isabel said I could crash
at her place till I find an apartment.

Does Bailey know?

Oh, believe me, it won't be a
problem when he finds out.

Oh, I don't know.

He is so not into this
book I'm writing.

I guess.

Talk to him, Sarah,
he'll tell you.

Oh, I know.

But I also know that
nobody works harder

to keep this family together.

Which is exactly why he
wants me gone right now,

'cause this book, which I am going
to write no matter what he think.

Why do you think
that's true, though?

Why do you think he cares
about you guys so much?

It's because Bailey needs stuff
around him that doesn't change.

Which is why he lives
in this house still,

and let's face it,

why he proposed.

And why you should stay.

He really needs you
guys around, Julia.

He really needs you around.

Boy, between the two of us,
we have about 100 kids.

I mean, with my clinic.

My students. Diana.

Her mother.

It feels good, though, actually.

Don't you think?

Ask me when my feet
stop throbbing.

You know what's weird,
though, Charlie?

I've spent so much time

believing I'd never have kids

of my own, I mean.

I've basically just
learned to accept that.

Yeah?

You know, first with
my medical problems,

then marrying someone
who didn't want kids.

But the truth is,

maybe I could.

I don't have to accept that.

-Kirsten, what are you--
-I love all of the kids

that we have in our
lives, Charlie, I do.

But I've been thinking, and...

and really it just doesn't compare
to the feeling of having our own.

Our own?

You mean...

You mean, like, by adopting?

I don't know.

I don't know, but just
saying the words now.

The concept of having
a baby with you.

I want that.

I want that so badly.

Hey.

Just the idea of it, Charlie.

Okay, I'm gonna put the milk in
now, and if you keep stirring,

you'll get all the
lumps out, okay?

There you go.

Okay, we're headed
to the airport.

I'll see you guys in a
couple hours, all right?

Okay, Bailey, before you go,
I might miss you tomorrow,

so I just wanted to tell you that
I've decided I'm not gonna move.

I'm not gonna find my own place.

Really?

Yeah.

I am still gonna write
this book, though,

and I want you to know that if
you think this is easy for me,

asking all these questions
about Mom and Dad,

you're so wrong.

But I also... doing this,
letting them be something else,

it actually makes me
feel closer to them.

Like, maybe I know them better.

Like now, they can
actually be who they were,

not who I want them to be.

Anyway, that's what
I wanted to say.

That's all.

I'm glad you're staying, Jule.

I really am.

Now boarding
rows 30 through 40

on Flight 425 to New
York's Kennedy airport.

That's me.

Uh, I should probably...

Wait.

I understand why you're going.

-Bailey, you don't have to--
-No, I really do.

But even if I didn't,
you want this,

and I would never stand in the way
of something that you wanted, ever.

You know what, why don't
you come with me?

The flight's not full.

I can't.

I can't, I've got Owen at
home, and the restaurant.

Anyway,

you need to take
this trip alone.

I mean, that's part
of the point, right?

Say hello to your father for me.

Hey, hey, no.

Don't you be sad.

You should smile.

Smile.

You show that to your father.

If there's a heart in the
man's chest, you will own it.

Believe me.

This is the final
boarding call all rows on Flight 425

to New York's Kennedy airport.

All right.

It's only five days, and I will
call you every minute till then.

You find what you're
looking for, Sarah.

Whatever it takes.
I'll be right here.

I love you, you know that.

I know it.

I love you, too.

Good bye.

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