All language subtitles for Signed Sealed Delivered S01E08 (Dark of Night) WEB X264 Solar

Previously, on "Signed,
Sealed, Delivered"...

When you know how strong you
are, you stop worrying about

all the things that you can't do,

and you start dreaming of all
the things that you can do.

We never did get to have our dance, did we?

No.

Do you think we could remember the steps?

We could give it a try.

♪ You'll miss the dearest
pal you'll ever, ever have ♪

♪ after you've gone ♪

♪ after you've gone away ♪

And we're out.

Wow.

- You liked that?
- How do I say this?

Wow.

What's your name?

Billy.

You write your own stuff, too, I bet.

- Yeah... a few.
- Well, let me hear something.

- Really?
- Yeah!

Come on.

Okay.

The only thing open was Szechuan Pavilion.

Again.

- So who is that, anyway?
- Lynda Hawkins.

Lynda Hawkins?

Didn't she open at mile
high stadium tonight?

Yeah, she did.

Then she and her whole band walked in

and said they wanted to jam.

My dad got it when he was my age,

but he decided the music business

wasn't for him,

so he gave it to me,

and taught me how to play.

I call her "Daisy."

Wow. She's a classic.

My daddy gave me my first guitar, too.

When I play... I know who I am.

Well, play me something.

Okay.

Lynda Hawkins...

Billy must be freakin' out.

I'll be labeling tracks in studio "A".

♪ Tell me there's a reason ♪

♪ life can be so hard ♪

♪ maybe there's a "why"
for all the sorrow ♪

Good track, buddy. Well done.

- Thanks, Trevor.
- Yeah.

Sounds like you guys had a fun night.

Yeah. We love to do

drop-ins when we're in a new town.

Okay, so I've addressed this and she's...

- I'm sorry. What's your name?
- Jennifer.

Jenny is stamping it,

and all you have to do is
write a letter to my agent,

mail it, and it'll get
back to L.A. before I will.

Wow. I can't believe this.

It's a great song, Billy. Trust me.

I know a good one when I hear it.

And so will R.J.

And it's gonna change your life.

♪ Send me love every day ♪

♪ and send me on my way ♪

♪ deliver me just deliver me ♪

- Sync and corrections by Albanda -
- www.Addic7ed.com -

It's a one-time event

and I've heard he's an excellent speaker.

And so, I took the liberty of
reserving four seats for us.

It will certainly be educational,

and I believe a great deal of fun.

That not only doesn't sound like fun...

Attending a weekend seminar on mail

is the, tsk, opposite of "fun."

I imagine we have differing notions

on what constitutes fun, Ms. Mclnerney.

I have no doubt that we do, Mr. O'Toole.

For example,

I thought that the dance classes we took

were fun.

- You did?
- I did.

And I was disappointed when you

felt it necessary to end them.

- You were?
- I was.

That was not fun.

But disappointment is a
fact of life, I suppose.

Fun, on the other hand,

is not a fact of life,

it is something that you pursue,

something that you create,

not something that you spend

a perfectly good Saturday afternoon on,

listening to some bigwig

drone on about the future of home delivery.

You know, you could've
just said you were busy.

But then what would you have learned?

Now... what is all this?

We're trying to clean out the box.

Well, if you wanted to have a garage sale,

you should've picked a different garage.

This is the "small unattached items" bin...

things that have been removed

from public mailboxes,

that have fallen out of unsealed

or poorly-wrapped packages.

There's nothing to
connect them to an address,

so they exist in this odd state of...

melancholic unbelonging.

It's a sad way of saying they're lost.

It's strange way of calling it "junk."

Regulation 775Q requires the disposal

of all non-valuable, unattached objects.

- That would be "junk".
- Postal regulations failed to

attach a deadline to the
disposal of such objects,

thereby allowing us a little

extra time to spend with each of them.

Why would you want to spend

an extra minute on any of this stuff?

I used to ask that question,

but then we found an old comb,

and I wanted to throw it away,

but Oliver figured out
that it belonged to a man

who had gone bald,

and it was his last memory of his hair.

A sentimental comb?

He was a very sweet man.

Shall we?

Ahem.

- How are we gonna deliver that?
- Well...

We start with the words written on it...

"R. J., play this now!

"It's a hit. This guy's a star.

Trust me. L.H."

Not much to go on.

Well, not on the outside, no.

♪ Tell me there's a reason ♪

♪ life can be so hard ♪

♪ maybe there's a "why"
for all the sorrow ♪

♪ sometimes I can leave behind ♪

♪ the days that broke my spirit ♪

♪ when I tell myself ♪

♪ you're waiting there tomorrow. ♪

♪ Don't you know don't you know ♪

♪ I wake up every morning ♪

♪ because you believe in me ♪

Hey, we were listening to that.

Ms. McInerney, the same rules apply

to a recording as they would to a letter...

we only read, or listen,
as far as necessary.

And you heard enough to crack
the case, then, Detective?

Enough to know where to start.

Norman? What are your thoughts?

Well, it sounds like an audition recording,

professionally recorded,
but not extensively produced.

I didn't recognize the
singer, nor the song.

At least there's one thing

we know for sure, right?

Yes. Yes. That's for sure.

The songwriter was in love.

- Love?
- Yes.

Deep... deep...

Unspoken, unrequited,

"I can't tell you to your face,

"so I hope, one day, after listening

to this song, you just
figure it out!" Kind of love.

Yes!

I was gonna say something like that.

Even if that's true, it hardly helps us.

Somebody out there needs to hear this song.

Besides R.J.

We have no intention of
giving up, Ms. McInerney.

- Do we, Norman?
- No.

Norman...

I think it's time Ms. McInerney met Serge?

Serge?

"Serge?"

He's our secret weapon.

He's the "pawnshop king."

I'll leave this to you.

I'm off to a departmental meeting.

Ooh.

Have fun!

So Serge is your friend?

My cousin.

Serge?

Serge says 50.

Take it or leave it.

So, Serge, what do ya think?

Well, Serge says

that every recording studio has
its own unique acoustic signature,

and we could take it to an acoustic
engineer for sound-printing.

Well, there's a good use of our time.

Any chance Serge could
help us with the artist?

Serge doesn't recognize the singer,

but the voice singing back-up

belongs to the lead singer
of a pretty famous band.

- Her name is Lynda Hawkins.
- Lynda Hawkins?

Thank you, Serge.

I...

Recently had my apartment fumigated.

I think he likes you.

Terrific.

There. Hold it.

Terrific.

Yes! Fabulous!

Okay, now let's get you
by the pneumatic tube.

Okay, great.

Geez!

You know, it's just a little weird

to be doing this without my section leader.

He never said that you were coming.

Well, I get these brainstorms

and just go with the flow.

Sometimes, it flows
before anyone else knows.

Did you do that on purpose?

- What?
- The rhyming part.

So did you have much competition

for the Miss Special Delivery contest?

Well, it wasn't a ton, but
I still can't believe I won.

My gosh. I'm doing it, too.

Wow!

I really didn't think
I had much of a chance,

but I got a lot of
coaching from Shane.

She's the new tech lady from...

- From Washington?
- Yeah!

- Shane McInerney?
- Yes!

Becky!

"Shaney"!

Becky! I can't believe it!

I don't believe it!

- Look at you!
- You look so beautiful!

- So do you!
- Colorado's done you wonders!

What are you d...

I'm gonna be here for a few weeks!

"Shaney"?

She's from the U.S.P.S. In Washington, D.C.

I didn't know Shane had friends.

Yes, she's very sophisticated.

How long has it been?

Too long.

Way too long. Definitely.

What's she doing here?

She's... heh!

She's taking my picture
for "Mail Monthly" magazine.

I wish I knew. I would've
dressed up a little more.

Don't worry about it. I think you look...

I have something to look at.

Okay.

What is this?

Norman made it for me,

so I can roll it around the place.

Kinda steampunk-on-wheels.

Very impressive, Norman!

Thank you... ma'am.

"Ma'am." Ooh! Now I'm a "ma'am".

So when did this happen?

About a month after you left.

They called me in,

gave me a new title,
and all sorts of power.

What were they thinking?

I fly around, doing whatever
I think will improve...

How did they put it?

"Awareness, goodwill,

and increased reliance on
the work of the post office."

I always knew you'd get your dream job.

And you... wait.

I thought you were transferred
to direct line operations?

It's a long story.

Which is why they invented
lunch, Shaney. How's 11:30?

Perfect! I can't wait

to hear everything about D.C.!

And everybody?

Ahem.

I'll walk you out.

Okay.

Thank you.

I could never call her "Shaney."

I could never call you "Norm."

I could never call you "Reets."

I wouldn't mind.

So...

That was my best friend
from when I worked in D.C.

She's like a big sister.

She knew you really well.

Yeah. We have been through
the postal wars together.

Where's Oliver? I wanted to introduce him.

Well, he came in after the
department meeting, but then he left.

He said he needed time to think.

Yikes. That can't be good.

Alright, well, let's, press on

with "L. H.," who must be...

Lynda Hawkins.

Yeah, I remember that guy. Real sweetie.

Man, was he talented!

He was supposed to send
that song to my agent,

but guess it got lost in the mail.

Yes, well, we're trying
to return it to him.

We just need his name.

Wow.

It was about a year ago.

I only met him just the once.

But the recording studio
was just a few blocks

away from the Mile High Stadium.

What was it? "Deep" something...

"Deep rock sound!"

- Great.
- So, we'll meet you

at the new century, right?

We bought out the whole sixth floor.

Yeah, if you find him,

tell him that song
could still be a big hit.

Nice ride!

And ask him what happened.

Well, what do you mean?

Well, he was supposed to come to a party

with us that night, and he never showed.

Probably had a girlfriend

who didn't want him partying with us.

What makes you say that?

Nobody writes a song
like that about nobody.

Okay. You guys can handle this, right?

Deep rock sound.

Here is the address.

Here's a list of questions
you'd probably ask anyway.

I wouldn't ask this.

- This is about girlfriends.
- I know that, Norman.

That's why Rita is going with you.

I'm off to lunch.

I heard you were looking for the manager?

I'm Jennifer Becker.

Ms. Becker,

we're from the United States...

postal service.

And we think that this
unattached item might

have a connection to your studio.

Where did you get that?

It probably fell out of an envelope

that was improperly sealed.

No. No, that couldn't have happened.

That thing meant everything to Billy.

He would have sealed it, for sure.

- Billy?
- Yeah, he worked

here part-time for us, for a while.

This was his song on the CD.

I put the stamps on the envelope myself,

and he was gonna mail it.

But it never got to where
it was supposed to go?

No.

Could you tell us Billy's full name

and his last known address?

He said that his last
name had too many syllables

to sound like a successful songwriter,

so he used his middle name

and he called himself "Billy James,"

and he worked here in
exchange for studio time.

We never needed an address
to send him a paycheck.

Making it much harder for us to find him.

Well... When the going gets harder...

Squeeze the lemons into juice.

I'm sorry.

It's just the night that
Billy was gonna mail this,

he walked out the door and never came back.

Well, he did for a second.

Can you believe that just happened?

Lynda Hawkins was my back-up singer!

This has been a pretty amazing night.

Yeah! Well, I forgot to put Daisy away.

I already did that.

Thanks.

Sorry it got so crazy tonight.

Hey, welcome to the music business.

Yeah. I'd almost given up,
and then Lynda walks in...

Yeah. That's how it happens.

You never know when you're
gonna get your break.

But if you're good,

and you hang in there, then it can happen.

And then you've gotta take it, and...

You know, you've gotta send that envelope,

you've gotta go to the party,

schmooze the right people...

Do you think I'm good enough?

I do.

I've loved every song that you've written.

So which one did you record with her?

A new one.

You haven't heard it yet.
I'd play it for you...

- but now is not...
- I get it.

You'd better go to your party.

I bet they're serving better food

than cold noodles from Szechuan Pavilion.

Okay.

Well, I will see you tomorrow.

It's already tomorrow.

Yes, it is.

That was the last time you saw him?

March 16th.

He left, and we never heard from him again,

and there was no way to track him down.

We have our ways.

So, no address, then?

Starving musicians

spend a lot of time on
their friends' couches.

He talked about staying
with his sister sometimes,

but her neighbors complained

about his motorcycle being too loud.

I... I never knew her name.

What kind of motorcycle was it?

It was an older bike.

He said it was the only thing he owned

that was worth anything
'cause it was vintage.

He loved that thing.

That...

And this.

Wow.

A '52 Gibson J45. That was his?

He named it "Daisy."

Practically never put it down.

For some reason, he decided
he could live without it.

I guess that party with Lynda never ended.

But, Lynda Hawkins told us

that Billy never made it to the party.

When they said I was going to Denver,

I was hoping I'd be lucky
enough to run into you.

But the dead letter office?

I know. It's crazy.

But...

It was a total accident,

and, it's actually...

It's actually okay.

Really?

That Rita and that... funny Norman guy?

I mean, they're, like,
from another dimension.

Stop.

Wait till I tell you about Oliver.

It's clean.

I told you I keep it polished.

Norman's very thorough.

Didn't you think it was
weird that a musician

would leave his guitar here
and then never come back?

Stuff gets left here all the time.

So you never went looking for him?

No.

I just figured Billy was another musician

who came and went, like
all the rest of them.

That's so sad.

Imagine waiting all that time to hear back

and thinking his music was rejected.

It's hard to guess what Billy's thinking.

Or if he's even thinking about this at all.

Hey, can you provide the names

of anyone else who worked with Billy?

Co-workers... that would be
you... musicians he worked for,

contacts from, old session logs,

et cet... et cetera.

Boy... You guys sure take this seriously.

It... it's just a CD.

I mean, he's probably
recorded it again somewhere.

Well, we take our job
very seriously because...

It's a serious job,

and it's ours.

Can I answer any more questions?

Let me check.

Did he have a girlfriend?

No.

Not that he mentioned.

That's too bad.

We were hoping that he wrote the
song for someone he fell in love with.

I've never heard that song.

- Could I listen to it?
- I'm sorry. We can't.

Well, could you tell me... was it...

Beautiful?

- I'm not sure.
- It was so beautiful.

Whoever he wrote it for,
he loved her very much.

And he's very smart, obviously educated,

and... thank you.

And... I don't know.

Sort of charming

in an old-fashioned kind of way.

He has the weirdest sense of humor.

Scratch that.

I'm not even sure he has a sense of humor.

It's more of a...

More of a sense of irony, really.

He goes to church and sings in the choir.

He's very generous and fair and...

He's stubborn.

God! He is so stubborn, Becky.

He talks like he expects us to be...

Better, somehow.

And...

that's it.

And he loves words.

And he's married.

How did you know?

He was at the department meeting.

He was the only one in a suit.

And he had a ring on his left finger.

Yes, but, his wife left him standing alone

in front of the pony express exhibit

at the National Postal Museum,

moved to Paris, and...

didn't send a forwarding address.

So he's married to somebody in Paris.

Shaney. Shaney...

Shaney, do you think maybe God's trying

to tell you something?

Like stop getting hung
up on unavailable men?

Steve wasn't married.

Yeah! But he was never gonna get married!

And somewhere in that crazy
heart of yours, you knew that,

but you'd still be there
waiting for him to grow up,

if you hadn't been transferred to Denver.

That was good timing.

Yes.

Was that you?

Did you have me transferred?

I love you too much to
answer that question.

Becky!

Let me say this.

Don't make me transfer you to Seattle.

Are you really interested in this guy?

No.

No.

Of course not.

No. We're just friends.

We're not even close friends.

I did take a couple
dance classes with him...

As a favor,

but I do think that he is finally admitting

that his wife isn't coming back,

but, I do see that he
still hasn't given up hope.

Well, then it's a good thing

you're not interested in him. Right?

Right.

Right. Absolutely.

Well, at least now you recognize

what a nice man looks like.

Steve was a jerk!

Go out there and find
yourself another Oliver,

an available one.

Okay, you know,

I'm not really sure there is such a thing.

You're right.

You know what? I know you're right.

I have got to get back into circulation.

And, wow!

- I've gotta get back to work.
- No, no, you go on.

I'll just take care of the check.

Thank you!

- This was fun.
- It was great.

Yeah, it was really great.

And, I'll see you later?

Yes, you will.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Okay.

Oliver!

It was...

Very ungentlemanly of me to remain here

where I could overhear your conversation.

On the other hand...

It would have been just
as ungentlemanly of me

to stand and make my presence known,

thereby...

Embarrassing Ms. McInerney.

I was caught in something of a quandary.

You really do talk like that.

I won't say a word.

And for what it's worth?

That chick in Paris was crazy to leave you.

And she never knew his last name because...

Because it had too many syllables!

You told her that already.

The guitar's name is "Daisy."

- What else?
- Well, she

didn't think that he had a girlfriend,

but she thought Lynda wanted to be

because she was flirting
with him that night.

There is something about guys

that write songs and
play the guitar, I guess.

Yeah.

"Maybe there's a reason
that life just seems so hard,

"maybe there's a why for all that sorrow,

"sometimes

"I can leave behind

"the days that broke my spirit

"when I tell myself

you're waiting there tomorrow."

I mean, who wouldn't fall in love

with a guy who felt stuff that deeply?

Maybe he was really ugly.

Some of our greatest poets
were not handsome men, Norman,

and yet they seduced
women with their words.

Well, there you are.

We were about to call out the cavalry.

That was some thinking you
must've done this morning.

- Yes. It was.
- And?

And once again, sadly,

your curiosity shall not be satisfied.

How was the department meeting?

Quite enlightening.

There will be a visiting
envoy from Washington

spending a week or so with us.

Yes. I know. She is an old friend of mine.

I know.

I saw her again later,
at the Mailbox Grille.

So.

Where do we stand with our mysterious song?

Well, we're not much
closer than when we started,

but we do have a partial name

and former employment.

And I spoke to the bands

that used to record at deep rock sound.

They remembered him and
thought he was a great guy,

but nobody knows what happened to him.

And the cowbell guy said...

That if we find Billy,

to tell him that he has a standing offer

to buy his motorcycle.

Right. So Billy rides a motorcycle.

An old one. Vintage.

That might offer us something.

Ms. McInerney, don't
vintage vehicles usually

- have "vintage" license plates?
- It's a long shot, but...

But we cannot give up hope.

[Rebecca singing over ♪ to see... ♪

♪ Look at me ♪

♪ something good ♪

♪ something strong ♪

♪ tells me that I... ♪

That's the sixth time

she's listened to that today.

Well, that just shows
you. Billy wrote a hit.

How are we doing, Ms. McInerney?

Well, I found a motorcycle

license plate listed to a
"Billy James Antonopoulos."

Yeah.

Too many syllables.

But the registration
hasn't been paid in a year,

so I'm running a search to check for

outstanding warrants, any stolen...

- No.
- What?

Billy's motorcycle was
involved in an accident,

over a year ago.

I'm gonna run a search for
hospital admission records.

Maybe rehab and outpatient centers.

I can't help but think

this stretches the limits
of legality, Ms. McInerney.

Yes, but... I didn't hear that.

I think I can authorize extreme measures

if it provides...

"awareness, goodwill

and increased reliance on
the work of the post office."

You can see why we're such
good friends now, right?

Ms. Starkwell?

Is it true that you used to run tours

through the National Postal Museum?

When I was an intern in
the executive program.

- Have you been?
- No.

But Oliver has!

That's where his w...

It is something I shall never forget.

Rita?

Did, did you tell Rebecca

about your ideas

for the Miss Special Delivery evening gown?

Yeah! Okay.

So here's what I'm thinking...

Blue taffeta with silver
pockets down the sides

to symbolize the slots
on the post office wall,

you know, like,

"local," "domestic," "international."

"Bulk."

Okay. I've got something.

Billy James Antonopoulos, age 26,

was admitted to South Denver
Memorial Hospital emergency

a year ago...

Wow. Ahem.

He's still there.

Pardon me.

We're looking for Billy Antonopoulos?

He's over there by the
window, playing checkers.

Great. Thank you.

Pardon us. Mr. Antonopoulos?

Hi. We're from the United
States postal service.

We're attempting to return
this "unattached item"

to the original sender.

This was something I sent?

Yes. Unfortunately, it was
separated from the envelope

and it was never sent on to Los Angeles.

I'm sorry.

I don't really know what
you're talking about.

I'm Billy's sister, Kelly.

Billy was in a motorcycle accident

about a year ago,

and there are a lot of parts

from his past that he's
still a little fuzzy on.

We were very sorry

to hear about your accident.

Believe me, so was I.

You know, there's a lot I've forgotten
from around the time it happened.

Maybe this was one of those things.

Hey, would you like to hear it?

Sure. Why not?

I had a second cousin
that could only communicate

using words to songs by Barry Manilow.

I'm afraid I don't remember
who that is, either.

♪ Tell me there's a reason
life can be so hard ♪

♪ maybe there's a why
for all the sorrow ♪

♪ sometimes I can leave behind ♪

- ♪ the days that broke ♪
- Stop. Stop. Turn it off.

I don't know who that is.
I didn't write that song.

I've... I've never heard it before.

- Kelly?
- It's okay.

It's okay.

Well, that was definitely his voice.

And it was gonna be a hit?

Lynda Hawkins thought so.

And he has no idea.

He was in I.C.U. for weeks,

and, he's been here ever since.

Our parents are gone and
I do what I can, but...

What do the doctors say about his memory?

What doctors always say.

To "wait and see. Be patient."

That someday, something will click, but

it never has,

and he just keeps getting
sadder and more lost.

The other day, he even looked at me

and asked if he had ever been in love,

and it just broke my heart,
because I think he had.

We are very sorry

to have upset him.

It's okay. It happens a lot.

They say it's part of the healing process,

but I just can't help wondering

if he'll realize how much he's lost...

the music, the girl... Even the guitar.

What did you say, Rita?

She kept it in a special cabinet.

Not with stuff other people left behind.

And she kept it polished.

And she wanted to know if

the song on the CD was...

"beautiful."

Wait. And you said that she remembered

the exact day that he left?

Why would she do that?

My gosh!

She was in love with him!

Isn't that a bit of a stretch?

A woman keeps a guy's guitar in a closet,

and all of a sudden, they're in love?

Oliver, do you play checkers?

On occasion.

Great! You two, back to the rehab center.

Rita and I will see you later.

Yeah.

So you found him?

Yes, we did, but there's...

I suppose he wants his guitar back.

But you'd think he would have

come for it himself.

Jennifer...

All we're supposed to do

is deliver what gets put in the mail,

but sometimes, when we do,

things get a little more
complicated than that,

and I'm thinking that
this is one of those times.

Do you think that

Billy could've been in love with you?

Maybe.

That night, I almost found out.

Well, it's not all there
yet. It's missing something.

Well, sing it for me. Maybe I can help.

I don't want you to hear
it until it's finished.

This is a recording studio.

I hear unfinished songs all the time.

Well, not this one.

Not till it's ready.

Ready for what?

For you.

Well, I can't wait to hear it.

Nobody ever believed in me like you.

I do, Billy.

You are not gonna believe this,

but a band just called,
they're on tour, and they wanna

book the whole place

for the rest of the night,

and they're big-time, too.

Let's set up, Billy.

We've got a long night ahead of us.

The song he recorded that night,

I think was the song that he wrote for me,

but I never got to hear it.

I took one look at him

singing with Lynda Hawkins in that studio

and I was so happy for him...

But I couldn't stand there
and just watch it happen.

Watch what happen?

The big break.

I didn't tell you everything

about the last time I saw Billy.

He came back one more time.

Hey. Did you forget something else?

Yeah.

I can't leave you here.

I'm okay.

I gotta stay and close up.

Well...

I'm not going to the party, then.

Billy, you have to go.

You've been working here,
hoping for your big break.

This is it. This is how it happens.

The band comes through on tour,

they invite you to a party,

and then you travel on
the bus with the headliner,

and before you know it...

You're the big headliner.

A chance like that doesn't walk
through the front door every day,

so you got to take it.

Jen, it's just a party.

No, it isn't, Billy.

It's a crossroads.

And we both know where you've gotta go.

I want you to go.

Okay.

But I will see you tomorrow.

Okay. I'll be here.

I just assumed he went to the party,

got the big break.

And when he didn't come back the next day,

I told myself he'd made the right decision.

Jennifer, if you could hear that song,

you would know that he
was in love with you.

He sings about someone who believed in him,

someone who gave him strength.

That had to be you.

If it was, then why did he leave?

He didn't leave.

He just...

Forgot.

Do you have any fours?

I can't believe this.

That's the fifth game I've lost.

And I'm the one with the
traumatic brain injury.

- Come on!
- Well,

at least you have your sense of humor.

Actually, I haven't laughed in a long time.

So, you found your sense of humor

and your song all in one day.

Not bad.

Yeah.

I think he might've
found something else, too.

Billy, look. It's...

It's dad's guitar, it's Daisy.

And Billy...

This is Jennifer.

I think I'm supposed to know you.

Before your accident, we were...

Really good friends at the studio

where you, left this guitar.

I'm sorry, I don't...

But I get these flashes sometimes

and I know it's weird, but...

I remember music every
time I smell Chinese food.

Does that make sense?

No, we, we ate an awful lot of that.

Okay!

I got some for us

the night that you left, but...

Well...

Wow, I remember that!

You were going to sing that to me,

but we got... interrupted.

So you're the one.

I'm sorry?

Billy wrote a song at my house.

He said it was his first love song,

and he wanted to play it for "her"

when the time was right.

But you don't remember...

I don't.

But...

The day the accident happened,

you made a U-turn.

That's right,

and you said that if he changed his mind,

he could always...

Come back for some Chinese food.

Billy, I think you were going to

play her your song.

The one I don't remember?

Sometimes, your heart remembers
what your mind forgets, Billy.

You always said that when you played Daisy,

it made you remember who you are.

Okay. Let's try.

♪ Tell me there's a reason ♪

♪ that life can be so hard ♪

♪ maybe there's a why ♪

♪ for all the sorrow ♪

♪ sometimes I can leave behind ♪

♪ the days that broke my spirit ♪

♪ when I tell myself ♪

♪ you're waiting there tomorrow. ♪

♪ Don't you know? Don't you know? ♪

♪ I wake up every morning ♪

♪ 'cause you believe in me ♪

That was you, right?

It still is.

Do you wanna...

Keep going?

Yeah.

If you wanna stay and listen.

Yeah.

♪ Something good ♪

♪ something strong ♪

♪ something tells me ♪

♪ that I belong ♪

♪ with... ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ Don't you know? ♪

♪ You're the only reason for the show ♪

♪ you're the only reason ♪

♪ for the show ♪

That was really cool.

I think I'm gonna cry.

Okay.

Well, I guess you were
right, Ms. McInerney.

He was in love with Jennifer?

And you were also right, Mr. O'Toole.

A box of junk isn't always a box of junk.

Yes. Well, you should see

our box of unidentified shoes.

That was a joke.

I'm working on my sense of humor.