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Owen? Owen, are you out of bed?

Owen!

He's not in the bathroom!

- Owen!
- Owen!

No, I don't know how he got out.

What was he wearing?

- Wait! He's here.
- Owen!

No, he's fine. I'm sure.

Of course I remember!

But he's just a kid,
he doesn't understand all this.

It won't happen again, I promise.

Owen, where have you been?

Outside. Looking at the stars.

Stop calling me "Owen."

♪ Send me love every day ♪

♪ And send me on my way ♪

♪ Deliver me just deliver me ♪

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered - S01E01
Time to Start Livin'

Good morning, Ms. McInerney.

I trust you had a good weekend?

I did!

I went to the digital sports expo
at the convention center.

I skied Mt. Everest,
wind-surfed Acapulco,

and swam the English channel,

and that was just
at the video vacations exhibit.

All that adventure

without the inconvenience
of fresh air and sunshine.

Ingenious.

What about you?
What did you do?

Anything exciting?

Ms. McInerney,

I don't think you've been with
this department long enough

to fully grasp the extent
to which we are comfortable

sharing personal information.

So you're not gonna share with me
what you did this weekend?

No.

Oh. So, last week when you told me
that your wife left you last year

and is now somewhere at large in Paris,
that was somehow... Different?

Hmm.

Everyone, please be prepared
to present our best faces today.

We have been
assigned a new supervisor who...

Oh! I saw her.

Um, Theresa Cappuci?

Kappa Damotti?

Or something Italian.

Theresa Capodiamonte?

Yes! That's it.

- She's rather mature-looking.
- Theresa Capodiamonte is a legend.

Do you see this cup?

This is only given
to exceptional individuals

who have distinguished themselves
in the service of mail delivery.

"Dark-of-night award"?

"Neither rain, nor sleet,
nor dark of night..."

It was my grandfather's.

Theresa Capodiamonte has six cups.

She's a rockstar!

Six-time dark-of-night honoree,
a government pay-grade pioneer,

not to mention "Miss
Special Delivery" of 1969.

She is...

A goddess in the postal acropolis.

And she's...

Really right out there?

Actually, she's...

She's right in here, honey!

Oh, my goodness!
Ms. Capodiamonte! Welcome. I...

My dear, you are Oliver O'Toole!

I knew your grandfather.

You did?

He was so strong, so powerful.
What a mind.

What hands! That man could
hand-stamp anything.

I see him in you.

You do?

Oh, yes. You have his hands.

And his cup, apparently.

Uh, yes, as a matter of fact.

And you, darlings...

Tell me, you are?

Norman Xavier Dorman, Junior.

Norman Dorman?

A pleasure.

And, uh, Rita Hayworth?

Oh, it's actually,
um, "with," so "Rita haywith."

- "With?"
- With.

- With!
- "With."

With! Precious.

You know, the real Rita was a lot taller.

I handled her parcel post
back in my days

at the Hollywood Wilcox Station.

The Hollywood Station at Wilcox?

Well, that's on the national
register of historic places.

You were there?

Darling, I've worked them all,
and I always deliver.

And you must be...

Shane. Shane McInerney.

Ms. McInerney worked in
direct line operations,

- but a small miracle brought her to us.
- There are no small miracles, Oliver...

Only big miracles!

They only seem small because
we stand so far away from them.

- Well, that's something...
- Now, I have heard so much

about this amazing little team of yours,
and before we make any changes,

I want to understand
your inner-sanctum.

Now, don't mind me.
I'm just going to be here.

And you do that voodoo that you do...

Well.

I'm sorry. "Changes"?

I have heard that the four of you have
a way of thinking outside the mailbox.

- Well, we do occasionally, um...
- Push the envelope?

Oh! Aren't you adorable?
Okay, Oliver. Show me the magic.

Alright.

Hmm...

Huh.

Addressed to, "Gramma."
No first name, no surname.

- Address is "lend him her manners."
- Ooh. Tough one.

Mr. O'Toole has, perhaps,
the finest mail-recovery instincts

of anyone I've ever worked with.

- Norman? Age of child?
- Between 9 and 10.

Reverse side includes
a child's drawing,

and a P.S...

"I'm bringing more spoons so
we can make another one."

"Lend him her manners."

Her manners... manor?

"Lend-him-her manor"...

Oh! "Lendimer Manor" retirement home.
4442 Hampden Boulevard, 80210.

Bravo!

Send it off to gramma!

Yes, but which gramma?

No flies on you, Oliver!

I certainly hope not.

In the case

where we lack a definitive surname,
we have no choice but to...

Uh... ah.

Ms. Capodiamonte, would you...

Like to do the honors?

Sure! Ha.

It's like Christmas.

Oh.

"Dear gramma.

"I miss you.

"I miss you so, so, so, so...

"So much.

"I miss walking to school with you.

"We have to walk three whole blocks
to dumb old Lenox Heights Elementary now.

"I miss making spoons with you.

"I have mine on our apple tree outside.

How about you?"

"Making spoons?"

What's with this kid and spoons?

"They told me I can't see you
for a long, long"...

"Long, long time."

"It's not fair, gramma.

"I really, really hate it,

"especially 'cause I don't
want to miss your birthday,

"'cause we always have

peanut butter and
banana pancakes for breakfast."

"I think you live right down the road,

"so that can't be so far.

"So I'm go-wing...

"to sneak..."

"Going to sneak out at 9:00

"and ride my bike all
night until I get there.

"Don't worry, I have plenty
of air in my tires.

"See you Tuesday morning.

"Love, your best friend...

"You-know-who.

You have to call me "Owen" now."

Um, postmark is Fort Collins.

Oh! Uh, my cousin, wade,
is a real estate tycoon there.

He owes me $38.

- Fort Collins...
- Fort Collins...

32.4 Miles from Lendimer Manor.

Oh! That's way too far
for a little boy to be riding his bike.

Alone, at night?

Oliver, when was that letter mailed?

Uh, last Friday.

That little boy is going
to sneak out of his house

and run away from home.

Tonight.

Okay.

Recon Lendimer Manor Retirement Home,
I.D. Gramma, deliver communique,

debrief subject, intercept the kid,
A.K.A. "Owen",

thwart his exit, mission accomplished.

What's all that, Norman?

This is my field kit. I'm thinking,
now that we're gonna be in the field more,

we should be prepared for anything.

Yeah, 'cause, you never know
when gramma might go rogue on you.

No. You don't.

Does it really take four people
to deliver a letter to grandma?

"No postal worker stands taller
than when he, or she,

stoops to deliver to the least of these."

Your grandfather taught me that.

Left. Right.

Everybody's so busy here.

Where are all the old people?

Well, my grandma got her blackbelt
in tae kwan do when she was 85.

So, now what?

There's someone who may help us.

Wow. Look at all those stamps.

Is that a 2002 olympic
bobsled commemorative?

I'm sorry. I don't understand.
You're like the mail police?

We investigate
difficult, uh, delivery situations.

Sort of like mail-detective/agent...
People.

Now, it is imperative that
we locate the woman to whom

this letter is addressed. Today.

"Gramma."

Mm-hmm.

Well, that narrows it down.

Sorry, I can't let you read the contents.

Federal regulations.

Well, maybe if you told me what it says,

I'd recognize a name.

Everybody brags about their grandchildren.

Has anyone ever mentioned an Owen?

Owen?

No, that's a new one.

Of course, I've only been
here a few months.

How can I help?

Pardon me, ma'am.

I represent the United
States Postal Service.

Are you currently, or have you ever,

been referred to by a
grandchild as "gramma"?

Gramma?

- Mm-hmm.
- No.

They call me "bubby."

Gramma?

Mo-mo.

Grammy, gemmy, peaches.

Well, so far, I've got

two nonnas, three maw-maws,

and a bubby.

Oma, ama, Mimi, nini.

Well, I got a couple
of mo-mos, two mor-mors,

three babas, and a...
Oh, a Shirley.

Oh, Shirley! I met her.

She was left at the altar in 1959

by a butcher who disappeared the
night before their wedding.

Shirley suspects that he
was abducted by aliens.

I also think that she has a
problem with stealing things.

Like, I think she lifted your tablet.

Excuse me. Shirley?

I think

you may have mistaken my
tablet there for your own.

Oh. I, um...

I was just checking it for
transmissions of prime numbers

from the vega solar system.

Well, that's very kind of you...

But good news...

I did that this morning, and, um...

All the numbers were random.

Oh, my.

Oh... man.

That's a five-cent jumbo 505
error-graded Jefferson.

My daddy gave me that,

and you are the first
one ever to recognize it.

I used to sell stamps at
the Park Hill Branch.

I mean, until Oliver
said I had special gifts,

and then brought me to
the dead letter office.

And what do you do there?

Oh. Sorry, Arlene.

That's classified.

But... tell me about your dad.

He left me his entire stamp
collection when he died.

He said he hoped that
when I looked at them,

I would smile and think of him.

And I do.

There must be some ladies in residence here

who are referred to by their
descendants as "gramma."

I could post it on the bulletin board.

I'm sorry. The privacy of every letter
that passes through the U.S. post office

is a sacred trust,
and one we take very seriously.

Wait. Did you try the piano room?

- Okay, everybody.
- Take five.

These folks are from the post office.

If you have a grandson
who calls you "gramma,"

please raise your hand.

Well, I guess all the "grammas"

are in show business.

Thank you, ladies.

I have a letter here

written by a boy

approximately nine years of age.

I can't share details,

but do obscure references to "spoons"

ring a bell with anyone?

Um, cutlery of any kind?

Anyone?

Does anyone have a birthday anytime soon?

Oh, very good, Rita. Birthdays?

Hmm?

Vivian, dear.

Don't we have a birthday tomorrow?

No.

Of course, you do, Vivian.

Come. Let's talk to this nice man.

Here we go, dear.

She can remember songs and dance steps,

but she can't remember
much of anything else sometimes.

Do you remember everyone's birthday?

It's my job.

This is Vivian Lasseter.

One of my favorite people

and the star of our
show, aren't we, Mrs. Viv?

Mrs. Lasseter,
first of all, Happy Birthday.

My name is Oliver O'Toole.
I believe this belongs to you.

I apologize.

It was necessary
to open it in order to locate you.

Well, I'm afraid
you've wasted your time.

Uh... would you get me my red sweater?

We look a little peaked, Mrs. Viv.

Maybe I should stay with you?

Oh, I really don't
think that'll be necess...

You, dear. Why don't you get it for me?

Room 224, by the window.

Oh, I-I... I'd be happy to.

Would you like one of us
to read it to you?

Why? It doesn't belong to me.

Do you recognize the handwriting?

Or the picture on the back, perhaps?

I bet that that is you and Owen.

- No. I don't know anyone named Owen.
- Are you sure?

Maybe you just haven't seen him for awhile?

She doesn't get a lot of visitors.

Mrs. Lasseter, if this is your grandson,
we really need to know.

It's important.

Mrs. Lasseter,
I'd like to leave this with you,

but if you refuse to accept delivery,

we have no choice but
to maintain possession.

Vivian, read the letter.
Or let me read it for you.

There might be something
important in there.

No!

Just go bother somebody else, young lady.

What about Sally over there?
When's her birthday?

I don't know.

But, Vivian, dear heart,
if there's something...

Where is that girl with my sweater?

Sorry. Here you go.

Thank you.

Now, please, just take
your letter and go away.

We're very sorry to have troubled you.

I need a nap.

Norman!

Oh. I have to go.

I wonder if your
grandfather taught her that.

Oh, dear.

Told you we should've gone to lunch.

I ran away once to New York,

to tread the boards and
become a real hoofer!

Ah. You wanted to shoe horses?

A "hoofer" is a dancer on Broadway, Norman.

I think that's lovely and very romantic.

But I thought the postal service
was in your blood.

It was in my father's blood, not mine.

He never had a son, so I was the one
who was carrying on the family tradition.

The things we sacrifice
for the people we love.

Hmm? But hey, look at me.

What did you call me?
"A goddess in the postal acropolis."

Did you ever get to New York?

I got as far as the bus depot.

And my parents caught up
to me and brought me home.

But they were right. I was too young.

But then I waited too long,
and I woke up one day,

and I was too old.

So, to thine own self be true.

Right? That's what your
grandfather always said.

Yes. He loved his Shakespeare.

And you loved him. I can tell.

Well, I wish he had lived longer
so I could have known him better.

You're a good boy, Oliver. Yeah.

So! Tell me.
Did you find your "gramma"?

We think we did,
but she wouldn't admit it.

I think that Owen is her grandson,

and there's something
that she's not saying,

because... I don't...
It just doesn't add up.

Did you notice how Mrs. Lasseter

became upset when she saw Owen's drawing
on the back of the envelope?

That's when she asked Donna
to leave, to get her sweater.

But when I brought it back,
she never put it on.

Vivian wanted Donna to leave the room.

And Donna was awfully
eager to read that letter.

And Vivian made an awfully big deal

about how she didn't know
anybody named Owen.

Wait a second! Didn't Donna
say she knew everyone's birthday?

That's right! Except
she didn't know Sally's.

And Vivian made sure that we heard that.

So Donna's taken a real
interest in Vivian. But why?

Spoons!
I saw them!

She had windchimes in her
room made out of old spoons!

I bet you that's why Vivian
got me to go get her sweater!

And Owen was bringing more
spoons "to make another one."

What was it you said about family

and how we make sacrifices
for those that we love?

Yes!

Vivian wasn't rejecting Owen.

She was protecting him.

So, Norman, dig up anything
you can about Donna.

Rita, do whatever you have to do
to keep Donna away from Vivian.

We rendezvous
back here in 20 minutes.

Hi!

You're back.

Yeah! Well, I couldn't stop thinking about
this sweet lady that I met today,

and I promised that I'd
come back and visit her.

Hmm. And who would that be?

Well, she had gray hair,
she talks to extraterrestrials,

um, and she steals things.
She reminds me of my mother.

That would be Shirley.

If you've come back to
see her, or anyone else,

you're gonna have to check
in again at the front desk.

Oh, that's so great, except that, um,
there's nobody at the front desk,

so I thought that maybe
I could check in with you.

Norman!

Oh! Arlene.

Hi! I, uh...

Was just, uh, looking for you.

Mrs. Lasseter?

Do you remember what Owen said?

"I miss making spoons with you.

I have mine hanging on
the apple tree outside."

I bet... they both made one.

We did.

The day we made those windchimes...

Was the last day I saw him.

I said they sounded like little
birds saying a prayer.

And he said no matter how far apart we are,
we should always leave them up...

So that when the wind blew,

it would be as if our windchimes
were saying their prayers together.

You never imagine
when you get to be my age,

that a nine-year-old boy
could be your best friend,

or that I could be his.

Mrs. Lasseter,

your grandson needs you very much.

If you trust us, we'll do everything
in our power to help you.

I know you would try but you can't.

Mrs. Lasseter...

Please. Where is Owen?

His name is Casey.

And, uh, I don't know where he is.
I don't know where any of them are.

Do you mean your family?
Are they in trouble?

They're in Witness Protection.

So Owen's...

Uh, Casey's father witnessed a crime, then?

No. Casey did.

He was riding his bike down an alley

and stumbled onto some sort of lowlife
narcotics ring just before a shooting.

And now my grandson is the star witness,

and he and the family have had to
hide out at some "undisclosed location"

until he can testify against them
at the trial next week.

Here it is.

"The trial of drug kingpin Laszlo Sarrazin
begins next Monday in federal court, and..."

Wait, there's a picture of the guy, and...

Oh. Wow.

Oliver, you might want
to take a look at this.

It's a picture of Donna, only she's
blonde and her name is Sylvia.

- She's suspected of drug trafficking.
- Someone made terrible...

Terrible threats against my Casey's life,

and if that letter has anything in it

that could lead them back
to him or the family...

Oh...

Donna must never read that letter.

Mrs. Lasseter, he's planning
to run away tonight

to surprise you for your birthday.

Oh, no. Oh, my. Oh...

No.

I should've gone with them.

When this whole thing
started, they wanted me to,

and I was afraid I was
just going to be a burden.

And now with
Casey looking for me,

I'm worse than a burden...

I'm a liability.

Mrs. Lasseter...

I know how he feels.

If I could get on a bicycle and ride
to my grandfather tonight, I would.

But I can't.

You are a strong and brave woman
who loves her family so much,

she was willing to sacrifice
the rest of her days with them

in order to keep them safe.

Maybe Casey didn't write
that in so many words,

but the words he did write...

Of spoons and apple trees
and peanut butter pancakes,

those words might as well
be a sonnet by Shakespeare,

because they say the very same things...
That you are known and loved and missed.

Casey's words...
Are beautiful, Vivian.

They...

Are gonna lead us right to him tonight...

If you just trust us.

But it was the only time,

and it was only one camel,
so, technically, it wasn't a caravan.

My lips are sealed!

Oh, but you should never apologize
for being curious, Norman.

You're so easy to talk to, Arlene.

So are you.

Oh. This is my room.

And I'd like you to have these.

Oh, no. I can't. I couldn't!

But I will come back and visit
and we can look at them again.

Soon, Norman.

Come soon.

I promise.

Psst. Norman.

Let's go.

Arlene says Donna's really rude
and she wears white after labor day.

So then my mother decides
to make the crop circles a little bigger

for the aliens to see, but...

We lived in a duplex,
and the lady next door

decided that she wanted to plant
organic vegetables in the backyard,

which, you can imagine, really
changed the entire look of the...

The...

Ah, Rita. There you are.
So we're all set.

Hey, whatever happened to Vivian's letter?

Well, as it turns out,
it wasn't Vivian's letter at all.

Which reminds me,

I just saw her walking towards the kitchen.
Something about flambeeing a creme brulee?

It sounds a bit risky for a lady
in her condition, don't you think?

It's always a pleasure.

Okay. Anything else?

No. That's it. I didn't bring much.

So, when Oliver gets here,
we're only going to have a minute.

- You ready for this?
- Absolutely.

I wish that we could walk out with you.
We can't risk running into Donna.

There they are.

Thank you.

Mrs. Lasseter,
are you sure about all this?

Once you leave, you cannot return.

Yes.

Alright.

I don't mind trying to climb.

No. We can't risk it.

Besides, if you fell, Casey
would never forgive us.

Oh! Wait a minute.

Please. Allow me, Ms. McInerney.

Vivian?

I've been looking for you.

I thought you might have had a visitor.

No. I was just taking a nap.

Ah. That's right.

Well, we have rehearsal in a few minutes.

Were you going somewhere?

Yes. I just...

Thought I'd, uh...

Go out to the garden and take a walk

and get some fresh air.

Well, you stay warm out there, dear,

and don't take too long.

We need your beautiful voice.

You don't think she would actually
hurt a little boy, do you?

I'm afraid she would.
She's gone to a lot of trouble

- to find him already.
- Oh, dear lord.

Rita, any luck getting
through to the marshals' office?

I'm keep trying, but every time I mention
spoons, they just put me on hold.

Rita, don't lead with the spoons.

Oh.

You know, you'd think the
Witness Protection people

would want to know about
something like this.

Well, they're probably too busy
out there, protecting everybody.

Wait, but if you're in Witness Protection,
shouldn't you have Witness Protection?

Great.

So all we do is find a house
three blocks away

from Lenox Heights Elementary School
with an apple tree,

windchime made from spoons,
and a 24-hour team of federal marshals

surveilling the premises.

Oh! I bet that's why
Owen's sneaking out at 9:00.

- They're changing shifts.
- Or they're out getting dinner.

I mean, that's what the feds were doing
when they would stake out the man

who lived in our garage.

Are you telling me you people
really are from the post office?

Oh, yes.

- Uniquely gifted postal workers.
- With a license to deliver!

And a deep faith in the
power of the written word.

I was hoping that was just a cover story.

Oh, no!
We're the real deal.

Oh, no.

Casey's letter!

It's gone!
I had it ri...

Donna.

She insisted on buttoning
my coat and wrapping my scarf.

Well, that was nice of her.

Alright, alright. We will not panic.

Rita, you remember
everything in Casey's letter, right?

Everything's up here,
except that Donna has the original,

so she has everything we have.

Except...

Except for Norman's cousin, Wade,
the real Estate Tycoon.

Yeah?

Oliver, you are brilliant.

Wade. It's Norman.
Dorman? We're cousins.

Our... our mothers are sisters.

We see each other once a y...

Oh, yeah! That's me.

So, hey, remember that $38
you borrowed from me last Christmas?

Yeah, but we could call it even
if you do me a little favor.

Found one.

Alright, does everybody know what to do?

Rita and I will establish a three-block
radius and start looking.

Great. Norman?

Check! Aw, I gotta get my field kit.

Yes! Is this the police tip line?

I have some urgent information.

Bet you're glad I brought this now, huh?

You are a visionary, Norman.

Now, you're sure she never saw you?

Positive.

Then, godspeed, my friend.

Yes, I will wait on hold.

- Again.
- Hurry up!

We're running out of time. Wait!

Hmm?

Be careful.

Don't forget to call.

Got it.

And, uh, remember, the accelerator...

- Oliver.
- Is a little sensitive.

Go.

Sorry, ma'am.

Uh, we have a flooded gas and water leak

with, um...

Gas and... water flooding,
uh, up ahead there.

So you're gonna have to take a detour.

What? I'm trying to...

It's for your own safety, ma'am.

Detour left, right on the first street,

go down a couple of blocks.

You're gonna see a house

with an apple tree and some windchimes.

Looks like they're made outta
spoons or something.

Turn right,
you'll be right back on track.

Apple and windchimes.

Got it.

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

No apple tree, no windchime...
This is going to take forever!

We checked this block already.

I remember seeing that
statue of liberty on the lawn.

We're cutting this awfully close.

It's 9:00. Taco-time.

The gun.

Hello, Sylvia.

Now, I'm just looking at this, thinking,
well, the gun is slightly closer to you.

On the other hand, you're in heels.

I wouldn't risk it, if I were you,
especially since... well...

Since we're expecting company.

Stop!

Put your hands over your head.

What time is it?

It's 9:02.

There he is!

Casey!

Sylvia Lococo, you're under arrest
for trafficking in illegal substances,

interfering with a federal investigation,
obstruction of justice...

And stealing a letter to gramma.

Mail felony. It's very serious.

Casey!

- Gramma?
- It's me!

Gramma!

Oh! Oh, I missed you.

- Me too. Did you get my letter?
- Oh, I most certainly did.

All's well that ends well, hmm?

No, no. You do not get to
quote Shakespeare tonight.

Shakespeare never had
to thwart a drug cartel.

Some are born great,

some achieve greatness,
some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

You're impossible.

Well, I'm their supervisor, and
I can completely vouch for them,

and this is our standard
mail fraud complaint form.

- These are so good.
- I told ya!

Secret's in the banana.

Definitely worth a trip to
Fort Collins, wouldn't you say?

Well, it will be a short one.

- Where're you all gonna go now?
- That's a secret, Norman.

Oh! Right. Shh...

You took a huge risk just to
save a family of strangers.

Well... it was the right thing to do.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

Your grandfather would be proud.

The, uh, dark-of-night
award he won?

I was there.

You were?

I was, yes.

It was my first year

in the service.

First-years always work Christmas Eve.

Now, your grandfather had lots of seniority

and he could have gone home to his family,

but a shipment marked "extremely fragile"

came through the line.

Believe it or not,

some people think that it's a good idea
to ship goose eggs through the mail.

Anyway, just before Chester
was about to leave...

Guess what happened?

I don't know.

They began to hatch.

Yes! And your grandfather
stayed up all night,

keeping them warm,
and making little beds for them.

"No postal worker stands taller

"than when he stoops to deliver

to the least of these."

Chester Stanley O'Toole was a good man.

And a gentleman.

Just like you, honey.

Thank you.

And love. And love, and love.

Norman!

You've already had six peanut
butter and banana pancakes.

Besides, that belongs to
someone at Lendimer Manor.

Oh, go ahead, Norman.

It was supposed to be a gift from the
cast to Donna for directing our show.

Oh! The show...

Well, I can't do it now.
What am I going to do?

♪ What good is a field
on a fine summer night ♪

♪ When you sit all alone
with the weeds? ♪

♪ Or a succulent pear
if, with each juicy bite, ♪

♪ You spit out your teeth
with the seeds? ♪

♪ Before it's too
late stop trying to wait ♪

♪ For fortune and fame
you're secure of ♪

Have you seen Arlene?

♪ For there's one thing to be sure of ♪

♪ Mate, there's nothing
to be sure of, oh ♪

♪ It's time to start livin' ♪

♪ Time to take a little from
this world we're given ♪

♪ Time to take time ♪

♪ 'Cause spring will turn to fall ♪

♪ In just no time at all ♪

So, did Theresa tell you about
your grandfather's award?

As a matter of fact, she did.

And?

A thrilling tale of sacrifice,
grit, and... midwifery.

Oh? Midwifery?

♪ Now, I've known the fears
of 66 years ♪

♪ I've had troubles and tears
by the score ♪

♪ But the only thing
I'd trade them for ♪

♪ is 67 more ♪

♪ Oh! It's time to start livin' ♪

♪ Time to take a little
from this world we're given ♪

♪ Time to take time
'cause spring will turn to fall ♪

♪ In just no time at all ♪

♪ Oh! It's time to start livin' ♪

♪ Time to take a little
from this world we're given ♪

♪ Time to take time
'cause spring will turn to fall ♪

♪ In just no time at all ♪♪

Just no time. At all.