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Chopper's all yours.
It's nasty out there.

You'd better watch your six.

I need you to mail this for me.

Hold on. Wait.

Is that who I think it is?

Yeah.

Let's go!

Move out!
Move out!

Prepare for lift-off.

Hey, Phoebe!

That crummy ribbon's
falling apart.

Give it up already!

Come on, lib,
let's go back inside.

♪ Ahh, ha!

♪ Oh, yeah, baby

♪ like a fool
I went and stayed too long ♪

♪ now I'm wondering if
your love's still strong ♪

♪ whoo, baby

♪ here I am

♪ signed, sealed, delivered

♪ I'm yours

♪ mm

♪ then that time
I went and said goodbye ♪

♪ now I'm back
and not ashamed to cry ♪

♪ whoo, baby

♪ here I am

♪ signed, sealed, delivered
I'm yours ♪

Good morning.

Morning.

♪ Here I am

did you have a nice weekend?

Oh, yes, very nice.

And you?

Yes. I did.

Well, good!

Good.

So, what have you got there?

Oh, Oliver sent me to get
this from the terminal annex.

Oh. Well, they look
pretty terminal.

Most of them are just
crumbling to ashes.

Well, this is a job
for the Postables, right?

Right!

I mean,

we really do make
a good team, don't we?

"We," as in you and Oliver
and Shane and...

uh-oh!

It's Shane's birthday today.

Oh, right.

I forgot to get her a present.

Hey! Maybe we could
go in on something...

Together.

Oh, we could do that.

Or... or with Oliver.

Oliver likes to go in
on... stuff, right?

Right.

Now, in the course
of your orientation

as postal trainees,

has anyone explained to you

the concept
of the "dead letter" yet?

See, I feel it's one
of the most important...

Oh!

Two of my colleagues
right here!

This is Rita and Norman.

What's this?

Oh, that's
a "dark of night award"

for postal service

going above and beyond
the call of duty.

This was awarded
to my grandfather,

a great man,
Chester Stanley O'Toole.

There's been an O'Toole

in the postal service
since 1787.

Oliver's great-great-
grandfather

was a pony express rider.

"Mad dog O'Toole."
I have his whip

around here somewhere.

As long as
there's been a post office,

there has been an O'Toole
delivering mail.

Even these?

Yes. Yes!
Even the fire-damaged.

Now, it is a very busy Monday.

Let's see you off
to passports, everyone.

Thank you very much.

- Hi.
- Thank you.

Bye!

And, as I mentioned,
don't forget to write.

How did all these get burned?

They were damaged

while in the care
of a former postal carrier,

who is now a former smoker
as well.

Can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but these actually
seem impossible.

With God
and the U.S. postal service,

nothing is impossible, Norman.

Now, just as soon as
Ms. Mclnerney arrives,

which should be just about...

Now...

Just about...

Oh. Sorry.

Uh...

Now.

Where is she?

Hmm.

Morning!

Hey, hazel.

Where did that swing come from?

It was an early birthday gift.

From...?

Never mind!

Mm-hmm...

Well, Happy Birthday!

You got a card from your mother

and your insurance
company and...

Who is Steve?

I'll take those.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye, hazel.

Save me some cake!

Steve.

Wow.

Oh, wow.
That's amazing!

It's a new chemical solution

I've been working on.

What do we have so far, Norman?

Not much, just a few
words here and there,

like "here,"

and "there."

I think I have a piece
of a phone number here.

Put it over there.

Oh, well, let me just
clear all this off.

What is all this?
It looks like...

Sand?

Yeah. It fell
out of the...

It fell out of the envelope!

Oh!

I have a cousin
who's a geologist

and the last word in soil.

Another cousin?

Cornell. Yeah, he wrote
a scientific bestseller...

"sands of many lands."

Oh, well, make
the call, Norman.

Huh.

Hmm.

Ah. Good morning,
everyone.

: Happy Birthday!

: Thank you!
I'm sorry I'm late.

It was such a beautiful
spring morning

I just couldn't bear
to leave my front porch.

Well, it is a great day
to be... older.

Thank you, Norman.

In honor of your birthday

we'd like you to be
our guest this evening

for dinner at
the mailbox grille.

It's the Monday night
prime rib postal special.

I'd love that.

What do we have here?

These are the burned letters

that we recovered
from the terminal annex.

And hardly any of them
can be salvaged.

We have one that hasn't
completely crumbled,

but all we have
are a few words,

a partial date,
and some numbers.

Well, we've started
with less. Right?

I'll just get my laptop
and we'll...

oh, no.

Oh... no....

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

Excuse me!

Ahem.
That's... mine.

That's my card.

Oh! I thought it fell
off a cart. Here.

Happy Birthday...
Shane?

Yes.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Shane?
♪ come back, Shane!

Really?

Could you direct me
to the D.L.O.?

Oh, sure!
That's my department.

Oh.

Does Oliver O'Toole
still work there?

Oh, yes.
He's right in through...

Well, that was... Oliver.

It's okay.

Could you just
give him a message?

Of course.

Tell him...

Tell him his dad
needs to talk to him.

It's important.

His... um...

That's...

That's you?

- Yeah.
- Ah!

I'll give you my number.

Um...

- Could... could...
- Oh.

Thanks.

I'm staying
at the mesa motor inn.

This is the number.

He can call anytime.

The sooner, the better.

And it looks like Steve's
waiting for a call, too.

Happy Birthday.

Thank you.

Again.

As a matter of fact...

Oliver?

Oliver?

Your father asked me to tell...

nothing he has to say
could possibly interest me.

Well, it must be important.

He came all the way from...

Where is he from?

I don't know, but he
needs to go back there.

Rita? Norman?

Shall we catch Ms. Mclnerney
up to speed?

Oh, well, we have
a pretty crispy envelope

addressed to Phoebe
"a" -something.

Last name contains
the letters "M-I,"

and the rest is burned.

Here's what we've got so far.

"Dear Phoebe..."
burnt part, burnt part.

"...am a friend of your
...T-h-e-r, Randy."

Randy must be her father.

And then it mentions

"liberty,
the new...... Uppy."

Could be puppy.
Could be guppy.

I'm going with dog.
What else?

We may have a phone number,
only three numbers,

but it's the best part so far.

"When..." Something.

"...ready
to hear the truth,

call me anytime..."

something "877."

I wonder what the "truth" is.

Whatever it is,

they've been waiting at
least two years to hear it,

so there's no time to waste.

May be something
with the puppy.

I can check dog licenses

issued two years ago
with the name "liberty."

Rita, please continue
your restoration

using Norman's...
what is it called again?

I call it "Norman Dorman's
revelation solution."

Excellent.

Meanwhile, Norman and I

are off to follow a lead at
the golden school of mines.

You're driving to golden?

Somebody stuffed
the envelope with sand.

We're having it analyzed.

Sand. Huh.

"Call me when you're ready
to hear the truth,

but in the meantime
here's some... sand"?

Sadly,

there are choices
people make every day

for which
there are no explanations.

Norman?

: So, you say
Cornell is your... cousin?

When you're in foster care,

you have a lot of cousins.

Cornell was the smartest.

He knows everything

there is to know about dirt.

Maybe because he and I

got our faces
pushed into it so much

by the big kids.

You know, uh...

"Norman Dorman's
revelation solution"

is quite an accomplishment.

Very proud of you.

I was thinking, uh,
if we have time,

maybe I could show you
something

just up the street.

It's pretty close.
It shouldn't take long.

: Okay!

I think we've narrowed it down,

and your letter,
or at least your sand,

is from the middle east.

Specifically, an area around
Afghanistan or Pakistan.

I'm guessing your letter
writer is a soldier.

Listen to this.

It says, "I know you must
have a lot of questions."

And then down here...

"but I can't put it
in a letter."

Oh, it sounds so serious.

This is ridiculous.

The animal protection society

has a server from
the 20th century.

This is going to take forever!

You know what?
Let's go.

Okay.

Ah!

Good morning.

Shane Mclnerney

on official United States
postal service business.

Um, could we speak with the
supervisor on duty, please?

When I was eight,

my school came here
on a field trip.

We learned all about
sitting bull and Annie oakley

and buffalo bill.

Is there a reason why
we came here today?

Friday night.

Friday night,

Rita told me that she loved me.

Oh, my goodness!
And what did you say?

Nothing.

You... stood there
and did nothing?

Oh, no, I did something.

: And then...

He kissed me.

He kissed you?
Norman?

Yeah.

Wow. How was it?

Oh... it was...

Perfect.

And then what?

Well...

: And then I
asked her if she was hungry

and she said yes,

so we went to the leaning tower of pizza

and had the "gladiator
special" with extra sausage.

So? How was it?

Well, you know...

The crust is always
a little crunchy.

But when it was over,
we just... stood there.

I... I didn't know

if he was going to
kiss me good night

or if I was
supposed to kiss him,

so we just sort of just
waved and said goodbye.

: Goodbye!

Goodbye!

I'm happy for you, Norman,

but you don't seem very happy.

Well, I had
this five-year plan,

and I feel like
I just jumped to year four

in, like, three minutes.

Love can't be scheduled.

It has to find its own time.

Really?

'Cause at this rate, we
could be engaged by Thursday.

Men are funny, Rita.

Sometimes you don't think
that they care at all,

and then they surprise you.

They kiss you
on the spur of the moment.

Or you don't hear from them
for years,

and then
they write you a letter.

Or they show up at your
house, out of the blue,

and leave furniture
on your porch.

Wow! Who would do
something like that?

Uh...

Ah! Hi.

: Some people are just
bigger than life, you know?

Rita's like that.

She's always
following her dreams.

She dreamt of being
"miss special delivery,"

and then she was.

I imagine you dreamed
of kissing Rita,

and you did.

Ah...

But what do I do now?

Am I ready for marriage?
Am I ready for children?

What kind of father
am I gonna be

if I never had a father myself?

I wouldn't worry about that.

What color
do we paint the kitchen?

What if she has different
taste in furniture than I do?

Maybe it's a little early
to buy furniture.

Maybe it is a bit early
to start buying furniture...

Huh.

Didn't Rita write
a romance novel?

Renita Hayweather:
Frontier duchess.

- Did you read it?
- She wouldn't let me.

Perhaps it's time.

You might find it instructive.

: So what should
I do about Norman?

Well, just be yourself,
take it day by day.

You never want a man

who rushes right
into a new relationship.

I don't think Norman's ever
had an old relationship.

I meant, if he's not ready
for the next step,

then he's not ready.

But you know he's interested,

because he gave you that
swing...

that kiss.

He gave you that... kiss.

That must mean
something. Right?

Wow. You know
so much about men.

We'll see.

Ah. Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

: Goodbye!

Goodbye, goodbye.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Goodbye!

The cauliflower
salad looks good.

Do you like cauliflower?

Oh. I like all
the cruciferous vegetables.

Oh.

You know,
I... I was thinking...

Um, maybe sometime

we could get together and...

And talk about that thing

that we talked about
last Friday.

Oh. Uh... what part of
what we talked about

do you want to talk about?

I'm not sure.

We should talk about that.

I'd love to.

Oh, good.

Hey, whatever happened

to that book
that you were writing?

My romance novel?

Is that what it was?

- Mm-hmm.
- Huh.

I love my porch swing.

Oh. Good.

I had to install it
in the dark.

I was worried

it might not be
completely level.

You know, uh, it does
tilt a little bit.

Maybe you could come
take a look?

Oh, sure.

I can stop by before work.
Tomorrow morning, perhaps?

Well, sure.
That would work.

Oliver!

You didn't have to...

Oh, I didn't.

Then who did?

What is he doing here?

I may have mentioned
that we would be

celebrating my birthday
here tonight.

Honestly, Ms. Mclnerney!

I apologize for
crashing the party,

but I need to talk to...

- you need to leave.
- Oliver.

The last time we spoke,
I made it perfectly clear

you are not welcome in my life.

Things can change, Oliver.

The past never does.

Please leave.

Don't take too long.

Shane has my number.

Cornell thinks
our letter-writer

is a soldier in Afghanistan.

But who did he send it to?

Shane and I spent
the entire afternoon

going through the animal
protection records.

Who knew there
were so many dogs

named "liberty"
in the Denver area?

And not one of them
is registered

by anyone whose last name
begins with "m-I."

Wait.

What were the letters
on the envelope again?

Phoebe a. Mi...

A. Mi...

Phoebe..

Ami...?

Oh!

How are the clams?

Oliver.

Hmm?

Do you want to talk about it?

Ahem. Not tonight.
Not on your birthday.

Oliver! Shane!

We think we know who Phoebe is,

and you are not
going to believe it.

We thought the envelope
was addressed

to a Phoebe "m-I..."
somebody.

Mitchell, maybe.

Milton. Miller. Miyaki.

And we thought that this "a"
might be her middle initial,

but what if it's not
her middle initial?

What if her last name
begins with "a".

"A-m-I..."

: And when we looked
through the pet registrations,

there was a dog named "liberty"
that belonged to a family

whose last name began

with "a-m-I."

And Cornell said
that our writer

is probably a soldier
in Afghanistan.

Oh, my gosh!

Two years ago. Remember?

"I knew your...
T-h-e-r, Randy."

It's not "your father,"

it's "your mother."

Good heavens.

Could this be lieutenant
Amidon's little girl?

The lieutenant Amidon?

That's right, Bob.

This was the image we saw
nearly two years ago

when 12-year-old Phoebe
Amidon tied a yellow ribbon

around the tree
in her grandfather's yard,

awaiting news of her mother.

Lt. Randilynn Amidon
went missing

while serving
with American troops

in Afghanistan,
near the Pakistan border.

But now, 22 months later,

with Amidon still missing

and the circumstances of her
disappearance still sketchy,

concern has turned to
suspicion and controversy.

Recently leaked details
of Amidon's service record

reveal a previous inquiry

to determine
whether the Denver native

had once gone a.W.O.L.

To provide medical supplies
and support

to an Afghan family

later determined to have
ties to a terrorist cell.

And now, with time passing
and no answers in sight,

this "welcome back" ribbon

is a sad reminder
of the reputation

lieutenant Amidon may never
return home to defend.

I remember this.

At first, everyone thought
she was a hero,

but then the rumors started.

They thought maybe
she was killed or captured,

or that she got scared
and ran away.

I never believed that.

The Pentagon would
neither confirm nor deny.

No one ever really
knew the truth.

Until now.

This could be big, Oliver.

Rita,
see how much of the letter

you can recreate.

Uh, Norman, please get the
original together somehow

and ready
for delivery tomorrow.

Good work, everyone.

Quite good.

Huh...

It's only off-balance

when you sit on it.

But that's the point.

Who cares if it's balanced

when you're not
sitting on it, right?

Ah.

It's straight again.

Must be what it takes.

Two people.

Wow!

Yesterday, it's a swing,

now you got somebody
to swing with.

Morning, hazel.

I'm guessing you're Steve?

Uh, no.

I'm Oliver O'Toole. Your
comrade in postal service.

We work together.

You sure do.

Ahem. I got a box here
from your mother.

The traditionally late
birthday macaroons.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye, hazel.

Okay. Bye.

Steve is just somebody I...

An old friend,
somebody I worked with

at the U.S.P.S.
In D.C.

A former friend.

Hardly even a friend at all
now.

Ah.

Speaking of old friends...

As you know,

my relationship with my father
is none of your business.

However, such details

never seem to stand in
the way of your curiosity,

so I will make this simple.

My parents were divorced
when I was 13...

The first divorce ever
in the O'Toole family line.

I remained with my father.

My mother, a, uh...

Lovely but restless spirit,

left and married a man I never met.

No wonder you...

No wonder what?

Well...

Your mother left you
in search of adventure,

and your wife

left you
in search of something.

It must be hard
for you to imagine

any woman in your life
actually...

Staying in your life.

I thought we were
talking about my father.

Right!

So, what happened?

Well...

My mother left
after an argument one night.

One of those blow-ups

from which two people
can never return

once a line has been crossed.

I didn't hear
what it was about,

but I did catch my father's
last words to her...

"if you can't do this my
way..."

"Then it's over."

Then I heard the door slam,

and I never saw her again.

Never?

My mother and her new
husband traveled extensively,

and at first,
wherever they went,

she sent a postcard.

Uh, but then my father
sold our house,

we moved away,

and the postcards stopped.

It finally dawned on me

that he'd never left
a forwarding address.

He'd managed to cut her
out of my life completely.

One Friday...

When I was 17,

he announced

that she had died

that Monday.

I'm so sorry, Oliver.

Well...

Well, off to work.

Oliver!

Wait a second.

Keeping your mother away

seems so...

Mean.

Your father didn't seem
that sort of man at all.

Yes, well, you'd be...

Surprised
what that man is capable of.

In fact, the last straw before I
ended our yes, relationship...

Was...

Was unspeakable, actually.

Go ahead.

Speak it.

After more than 200 years
of family tradition...

He left
the U.S. postal service

to join...

To join... the circus?

A monastery?

He took a position...

At an overnight
delivery service

that I...

He works for FedEx?

Yes.

Last I heard, he was
a senior expediter

somewhere on the east coast.

I have no idea what
he's doing in Denver.

I do not care.

Oliver.

I'll never know my dad's
side of my parents' divorce

'cause I waited too long
to ask,

and now it's too late.

Call him.

Find out what he has to say.

He's in room 204
at the mesa motor inn.

Mr. O'Toole's
room, please.

Voicemail.

I abhor voicem...

do it!

Yes. This is Oliver.

I received your message.

Mr. O'Toole.
This is Shane.

Oliver would like

you to meet him...

No. No!

At 11:00, at...

At...

The...

Playground at Washington park.

At the playground
in Washington park.

Thank you very much
and have a nice day.

There!

That wasn't so hard.

You'll be glad you did this.

I'm a little nervous...

'Cause there's a lot
in here that I sort of...

Borrowed from my own life.

Good!
That'll be helpful.

Interesting, I mean.
Interesting.

Oh. Well...

Oh. Wow. That's impressive.

Rita, Norman.

We are flying solo today.

Oliver had some family
business come up that...

Oliver O'Toole's office.

No, I'm sorry, he isn't.
Can I take a message?

I'm sorry, could you
repeat that, please?

Oh, uh... ahem.

2:00 should be fine.

I... I'll let him know
right away.

Can you tell me how...

Hello?

What is it?

Um...

Uh, you two are going
to have to go

to the Amidon house without me.

I...

Have to find Oliver.

Ms. Mclnerney.

Why aren't you...?

Oliver, we need to talk.

Now? I mean, uh...
He's gonna be here...

your father isn't coming.

There was a call for you
at the D.L.O.

Your father...

Passed away.

Last night.

The call came
about an hour ago.

They didn't leave any details,

just that your father
had died last night,

and they needed to
speak to you immediately.

Who would...
Who would call

and leave a message like that?

A lawyer.

She said that your father

had left instructions

to contact you when he died.

She wants to
see you at 2:00.

Oliver.

Is there...

Is there something
that can I do to help?

Do you...

Is there somebody
you need to call?

Uh...

There's nothing to do now.

You should, uh,
go on back to work.

Will you be okay?

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, uh, sir?

We're looking
for Phoebe Amidon.

I'm her grandfather,
and I'm sorry,

we don't give
interviews anymore.

Oh, we're not reporters.

We're from the united
states postal service.

We have a letter for Phoebe

that we recovered from
the dead letter office.

You couldn't just mail it?

Some letters
deserve special attention.

- Is it from...
- No.

It's not from
your daughter, sir.

But we think it's about her.

Yeah, she'll be right down.

Thank you.

Sorry to stare, but you
look awfully familiar.

Really?

Nobody ever says that.

He just looks like Norman.

No, no.

I'm sure I've seen you before.

Uh, I used to work downtown

at family services.

Were you ever a social worker?

No. But I had one.

Mr. Benatto.

A foster kid!

Yep!

I had the cubicle
right next to Chuck Benatto.

We used to share some files.

Wow! Small world, huh?

It's so small!

Well, you seem to have done
all right.

Yes.

He did.

You guys do this a lot?

Oh, yes. We handle
the tough cases.

I can't imagine

going through something
like this at her age.

We're a military family.

I was in the air force.

Her dad was killed in action

in kabul.

We know what it's like to
sacrifice for your country,

and for a kid,
it's so much harder.

Grandpa, is everything okay?

Yeah, no,
everything's fine, honey.

These folks just have
an old letter

they need to deliver to you
in person.

Hi, Phoebe.
I'm Rita. This is Norman.

We're from the post office.

We're really sorry,

but this letter for you

was in a fire
a couple of years ago,

so it took a long time
for us to get it to you.

We did the best we could,

but I'm afraid there's
not much left to read.

We analyzed some sand
that got in there...

there was sand inside?

Is it from my mother?

I wish it were.

Whoever it was,

they cared enough
to write to you.

It's always nice to know
something like that...

That somebody out there cares.

Well... we did it.

Yeah, we did.

Rita! Norman!

Deserting, Amidon?

That figures.

: Hey!

Cool it.

My grandpa says you guys are
some sort of postal detectives?

Yeah. That's
exactly what we are.

Well, could I hire you

to figure out
who wrote the letter?

Oh... um...

Norman! Rita!

Oh, it's just
right through the doors.

Is that...?

Phoebe and her grandfather.

The Phoebe?

We found her!

That's great.

Uh, what brings her here now?

We told her we would help
her find who wrote the letter.

I mean, we do have

wide powers of
postal discretion.

Fine.

What's going on?

Oliver's father showed up
yesterday,

out of the blue,

and Oliver
wasn't very happy about it,

but he decided
to meet him today anyway...

And then he... died.

Oliver?

His father, Norman.

Well, what happened?

Nobody knows.

It's so weird.

24 hours ago,

I was standing
in this very spot with him

and...

Now he's gone.

♪ Come gather round, people

♪ wherever you roam

♪ and admit that the waters
around you have grown ♪

♪ and accept it that soon

♪ you'll be drenched
to the bone ♪

♪ if your time to you
is worth saving ♪

♪ then you'd better
start swimming ♪

♪ or you'll sink like a stone

♪ oh, the times
they are a-changin' ♪

Watch me, daddy!

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

What are you doing here?

You called and left a message.

I just got it a half an hour...

but y-y-you're...

You're... you're alive.

You're not dead.

Ah.

You heard about that.

I'm sorry.

I wanted you
to hear it from me.

I'm fine.

But your father did
die last night, son.

You've lost a father
you never knew you had.

What are you talking about?

: I know
this is a lot to take in.

This is not the way that
I wanted you to find out,

but I heard

that he was dying, and...

I thought
he might try to contact you

and you'd...

Well, you'd be as shocked
as you are now.

I didn't want you
to go through this alone.

Is my mother really...?

Yes. Yes, your mother
is your mother.

And my name is on
the birth certificate

because I was there
when you were born.

Then who is my...

It's Harvey.

Harvey Schmidtz.

Harvey?

The man she...

Yeah.

Married after...

yeah.

Oh...

I know you've always blamed me

for your mother leaving us,
but...

There's more to the story,
Oliver.

I was very much
in love with your mother

when we got married,

but we were
so... young.

Not long after that...

She had an affair.

At first all I could
think about was...

The terrible mistake
that she'd made, but...

But then you were born...

And I fell in love with you
the moment I saw you,

and I knew
I'd have to forgive her.

And I did.

I really did.

But later,
I found out that she...

She still had some kind of
off-and-on thing

going with the guy.

And by the time you were 13,

it was more on than off.

I think she only stayed
that long for your sake.

Are you trying to
tell me that that knave,

that scoundrel that
she ran away with,

that's my bi...

my biological...

I'm...
I'm a Schmidtz?

Not to me.

Not to your grandfather.

Not to a whole
family of O'Tooles

who helped me raise you

to be the best man
that you could be.

They all loved you.

But not enough to even tell
me the truth, apparently.

None of them ever knew.

Except me.

So...

The past does change
after all, hmm?

Only the way
you decide to look at it.

I have to go.

I'm supposed to see the lawyer at 2:00.

Would you like me
to go with you?

No.

Okay.

But if you need
to talk afterwards...

I'll be right here.

That's really pretty.

I never knew the post office
had so much stuff.

Well, letters
and boxes get lost,

and then they come to us.

I bet you're really good

at getting things back home.

We try really hard.

So the three close friends
she had on base

were Clay somebody,
Molly Henderson,

and George Parker.

Well, the handwriting's
definitely male,

so Molly is out.

George was wounded in action
and transferred back to the U.S.

Before Randilynn went missing.

Which leaves Clay somebody.

And grandpa said

he thinks Clay flew the
helicopter for the medics.

: Oh, wait!

The letter had half a word

that we couldn't figure out,
remember?

"...p-p-e-r." I thought
maybe it was "pepper."

But maybe it was...

"chopper"?
Clay was a chopper pilot.

Okay.
We're going for Clay.

Oh! Found it.

Grade "a," fine-grain,
Afghanistan sand.

Thanks.

Last time I was with my mom,

we went to the zoo.

We ate peanut butter sandwiches
and I drank water out of this.

My mom promised that every
time she wrote a letter,

she would send me some sand
to put in here,

and when it was full...

She'd be home.

Okay, so the best candidate
is a helicopter pilot

who served in Afghanistan
at least two years ago,

and that's not exactly
narrowing things down.

Honey, I think
maybe it's time we left.

They have work to do,

and I have a medical
appointment I have to keep.

Can I stay? Please?

Oh, honey,
these folks have, uh...

No, it's okay!

We would love to have her,

if you don't mind.

Norman?

We won't let her
out of our sight, sir.

I think she likes it!

Oh, it's a real page-Turner.

: Hey, have you
gotten to chapter six,

where Renita meets Mr. D'Lorman
at the better-than-ok corral,

and he accidentally brands her?

Oh, yeah. Ouch.

Okay.

There'd better be a lot
of paper in that printer

'cause I just found
the name of every pilot

in Randilynn's division.

Once it prints,

we can start looking
for all the "clays"

and "Claytons"

and cross-reference with
helicopters. Any questions?

Yeah.
What does...

"Bodice-bursting passion"
mean?

Uh...

Hmm...

Oliver O'Toole's office.

Where are you?

Thank you, uh, for coming.

I seem to be

in need of a little, uh...

Moral support.

Of course.

Two fathers.

Wow. And you
had no idea.

I suppose
I'm expected to, uh...

Handle the arrangements.

Don't imagine
he was a... a presbyterian.

: Thank you for
coming on such short notice.

I will keep this brief.

Sorry for your loss.

Nuts?

Okay. Ahem.

"Last night at 10:02 P.M.
Singapore standard time,

"inventor and entrepreneur
Harvey K. Schmidtz

"passed from this life
into the next.

"In accordance with his wishes,

"his remains have been donated

"to the himalayan center
for the scientific research

"and prevention
of foot disease,

"and his estate is to be
divided as he has written here...

"to the aforementioned
research center,

"he assigns the patent to,
and all profits from,

his first invention...
the self-cleaning shoe."

"To the 30 charities
he has listed below,

a bequest in the sum
of $50,000 each."

"Each"?

And then there are the
various tax arrangements,

trusts and transfers,
et cetera, of course.

All right, well, uh, thank you.

He finishes here
with a personal note to you.

"To my only living relative,
Oliver O'Toole,

"I leave my apologies.

"I may have run a get-rich-quick
scheme or two in my life,

"but the only thing
I ever actually stole

"was your mother
from Joseph O'Toole.

"I can't do much about that
now,

"but I can leave you
everything I have left...

"the proceeds and patent

"to the only thing
I ever invented

"that actually paid off.

"Be well, be happy,
and remember...

you never have enough money
if all you have is money."

Ahem.
Well, all right.

Well, I will need
some signatures from you,

Mr. O'Toole.

And a bank account number
that the funds can be wired to.

It may take a day or two.

Will that work for you?

Um...

Uh...

I think

Mr. O'Toole
would like to know,

how many funds we're
talking about here?

Well, that will take
some adding.

Are you in a hurry?

Remember the first time

I ever got you to slide
down that thing?

What were you?
Three? Four?

I don't remember.

You climbed up to the top

and then you just sat there.

Nothing we said...
...Could get you to slide down.

I have no memory of that.

Ah.

Well, how did it go?

I'm the owner of a company

that converts perfectly
good vintage vinyl records

into decorative
bowls and ashtrays.

So...

One of old Harvey's
fly-by-night schemes

actually came home
to roost, huh? Wow.

So, what are you going
to do with all that now?

You're not here to help me
through this, are you?

That's not what this is about.

What?

We haven't spoken in 15 years.

Suddenly you show up
when there's money involved?

We haven't spoken
because you wouldn't see me.

Uh-huh.

That's more than 15 years of
letters that I wrote to you.

All of them marked
"return to sender."

I finally got the message,
so I backed off,

but I always figured that
someday you would need me,

and today is the day,

and that's why I'm here.

I find that hard to believe.

I don't care about
Harvey Schmidtz's money!

I think it's the least
he could have done for you.

And believe me...

I'm happy for you, Oliver.

I know what it takes

to get by
on a postal worker's salary.

At least I stayed at
the post office, hmm?

But accepting Harvey's money
means finding out the truth,

and I came to tell it to you.

Why?

Because you're my son.

So it's acceptable for you
to come back into my life,

but you couldn't offer the
same courtesy to my mother?

What are you talking about?

You moved us away,

I never got
another postcard from her.

She stopped sending them!

You never left
a forwarding address.

I gave her
our forwarding address!

What are you saying?

That she didn't want me?

Oliver...

I never said a bad word
about your mother.

I never tried
to turn you against her.

I did everything I could
to help you hang on

to whatever good memories
you had, but...

She wasn't cut out
to be a mother.

She wanted to have you,
she did.

She just didn't want...

The responsibility
that came with you.

Truth is, I married
the wrong woman.

But if I hadn't,

I wouldn't have gotten
to be your father.

And being your father
means everything to me.

And that's the truth.

A father...

Would have told the truth
a long time ago.

No father would have
done that to a little boy.

You think you're angry...

But the truth is,
you're scared,

and I don't blame you, son,

but you'll get through this.

I just hate to see you
get through it by yourself.

♪ Since you've been gone

♪ since you've been gone

♪ yeah...

So...

This morning, Oliver wakes up

with one father

and by the afternoon,
he has another?

Right.

And he's dead.

But he left him a lot of money?

Right.

So, is Oliver having
a good day or a bad day?

I had a bad day like that once.

I didn't have two fathers,

but it did involve
a couple of extra toes

I didn't know about.

They're gone now.

I love learning
new things about you.

This could be it.

Shane Mclnerney.

Yes! Thank you
for calling me back.

Wow...

Three hamburgers.

That's pretty impressive.

Yeah, well, I don't
eat lunch at school,

so I'm usually
pretty hungry now.

Right.
I remember.

What do you mean?

Cafeterias.

Worst part of the day.

Whenever it came down to, um,

having my food dumped on
my head or going hungry,

I always skipped lunch, too.

Yeah.

You know what
got me through it?

What?

I just kept telling myself
that...

Someday I'd do something
really special,

and anybody
who ever made fun of me

or... or hurt me

would feel bad
and wish they'd been nicer.

Been there.

You know what?

It made me work harder
at being good at something.

Are you gonna finish that?

: Thank you very
much.

Oliver.

Is everything okay?

Am I to assume

the young lady eating
hamburgers with Norman and Rita

is Phoebe Amidon?

Uh... yes.

We found her!

And good news!

We think we found

the letter writer.

It's a captain Clay markham,

and he volunteers
three days a week

up here at the V.A.
Hospital.

Excellent, and why are we
looking for the letter-writer

if we've already
delivered the letter?

Um...

: And that's her?

: Yes.

And we were hoping...

she was hoping
for some answers.

This is still the military.

Even if I knew the truth
about what happened,

I'd be court-martialed
if I told it.

But your letter...

You wanted Phoebe
to know the truth.

Not about the mission.

About her mom.

After Randy disappeared,
there was so much noise,

there was
so many people claiming

that they knew
the truth about her,

but none of them
really knew her at all.

But you fly a hundred
missions with someone

and you spend a couple of hours
holding somebody's guts together

while they sew them up,

or you drop your friend off
in a hot zone,

wondering if you're ever
gonna see them again...

And she gives you
the thumbs up?

That's when you really know
who somebody is.

And I wanted
Randy's little girl

to know that...

So I wrote the letter.

But...?

I wrote this

almost two years ago

to encourage a little girl.

But now that little girl
is a teenager...

With a lot of questions.

She wanna Norman to be
there with her for this.

No child should
have to do this alone.

Must be like losing her mother

all over again.

: Your mother
wasn't just a medic.

She was part of a very
special group of soldiers

who were trained
to go into villages

and make friends with the
Afghan women and children.

See, she had to try
to get information

from the Afghan people who
wouldn't talk to the men.

She had to make

some very difficult
last-second decisions,

because some of those people
that she made friends with

could turn out to be enemies,

and sometimes the enemies
turned out to be friends...

Tried to make it look like
your mother did something wrong,

making friends
with those folks...

But she didn't.

Then she disappeared.

She volunteered to, uh,

rescue some injured soldiers

who were in a place that nobody
was supposed to know about.

She made me promise

that if I made it out alive
and she didn't,

that I would write you a
letter, tell you what happened.

She told me
to put some sand in it.

And so... what happened?

Was s-she captured, or...

Was she killed?

Phoebe...

With everything that happened
on the ground that night...

I don't know how anyone
could have survived.

S-so...

You're saying she's dead?

I don't believe she's alive.

You may never know
the whole story,

but the one thing
that you can know

is that your mother volunteered
for a very dangerous mission,

to help somebody else,

even though she knew that the
whole thing could go wrong.

Was... was she scared?

Yes. She was.

But she went anyway.

Because that's what heroes do.

The last thing
she said to me...

do you know what it was?

That she loved me?

Hey. Hey!

I am so sorry, Phoebe.
There's no excuse for that.

It happens a lot.

I guess I can make it
easier on everybody

and just stop
putting it up at all.

I wish there was more
we could do, Phoebe.

I don't think there's
anything left to do.

I never got
to finish your book,

but I really liked it.

I hope it has a happy ending.

I'll make sure it does.

Thank you, guys.

Stay cool.

Let's go.

Phoebe looks
like she's grown up

just since this morning.

"Oh, grief hath changed me
since you saw me last."

Yes.

That's what it is.

It's grief.

What was that
you quoted, Oliver?

Uh, Shakespeare.

My grandfather always said,

"when an O'Toole has
nothing left to say,

let Shakespeare speak for
him."

Then again, I suppose I'm
not an O'Toole after all.

Oliver?

We're really sorry
to hear about

you losing your...

well, finding your...

There is a chapter

Renita hayweather:
Frontier duchess

where something
like this happens

to the Duke of salt lake city.

His trusty steed, Zephyr,

turns out to be
a... a different steed.

But it all works out
in the end.

Thank you, Rita.

I guess,
if you think about it...

You got two dads.

Some people don't even get one.

Norman?

From what I saw today...

I think
you'll make a great father.

Good night, Oliver.

Good night.

Ice cream always
makes me feel better.

Mm. Me too.

Wow, we just have
so much in common.

Your book...

Hmm?

It has a happy ending?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

But I'm thinking
about rewriting it.

Why?

I just want to make sure
that I get it right.

I have an idea
for our first date.

Really?

What are you doing
tomorrow morning?

Um...

You haven't left yet, have you?

I...

I just don't feel good
about leaving you alone.

Don't worry.

I'm getting used to it.

That's not who you are.

"Who I am."

Wow.

I'm guessing your faith has
been shaken a little bit today.

But I know you.

And your faith is in something

far greater
than being an O'Toole,

and you know

where you need to go
to find that again.

And whatever you think
about your father...

Just remember how it felt

when you thought
that he had died.

Oliver, in this moment,

I want to walk over to you,
put my arms around you,

and hold you and tell you

that everything
is gonna be okay.

But I know that's not
what you want right now.

Since when

did what I want

ever stop you,
Ms. Mclnerney?

♪ And my home

♪ through and through

♪ and my work

♪ always to do

♪ and my dreams all come true ♪

♪ and my life

♪ it was you

♪ there's this question
in my head ♪

♪ ringing louder every day

♪ what am I still doing here
anyway? ♪

♪ I don't feel sorry
for myself ♪

♪ just think my time has come

♪ I had my glory days...

And you know
where you need to go

to find that again.

♪ I want to lay down

♪ in the pages
of our photographs... ♪

I fell in love with you

the moment I saw you.

Being your father
means everything to me,

and that's the truth.

♪ ...and my work

♪ always to do

♪ and my dreams all come true ♪

♪ and my life

♪ it was you

♪ and I'd do it all again ♪

♪ send my heart back 50 years ♪

♪ though I knew one day ♪

♪ time would send me
right back here ♪

♪ without you
my standing stone ♪

♪ my ringer in the fight

♪ I could go a hundred rounds

♪ with you there in my sight

♪ but now the bell is rung

♪ and everyone went home

♪ well, I was left
to watch you fade... ♪

♪ Just wish I could have
been beside you in there... ♪

Watch me, daddy.

♪ ...and my home

♪ through and through

♪ and my work

♪ always to do

♪ and my dreams all come true ♪

♪ and my life

♪ it was you

♪ it was you

♪ and my life

♪ it was you

♪ and my life

Oh, stupid thing!

What the Sam hill...

"what the Sam hill?"

Wow. You must
really be upset.

Well...

I could have sworn
I had this perfect.

I mean, you saw it.

Mr. O'Toole,
you are such a...

Man.

And what is that supposed to
mean, Ms. Mclnerney?

It means that you would
rather take your anger out

on a piece of wood

than deal with a problem
face-to-face.

And that's based upon

your vast experience
with men, of course, hmm?

Yeah. Oh, I've known a few.

Like "Steve"?

If you're trying to get
a rise out of me,

you'd do better sticking
with the porch swing.

Love is hard work, Oliver.

I was always trying to find

that balance between
too much and too little,

too high and too low.

We never get it perfect.

That doesn't mean
we stop trying.

It seems to me

that your father
never stopped trying.

It was you who left him.

But he never left you.

Not until last night.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Well...

Considering the things I
said, I can't say I blame him.

I have no plans to leave.

If it matters.

It matters.

Do you know what
I'd like to do?

Right now?

Oh, hey, Rita. What's up?

Oh. Hold on.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Rita took a message for you
at the D.L.O.

Your father called.

He left a forwarding address.

Rita?

Mm-hmm.

Lib! Come back here!

Come on, girl!

Hey.
It's you!

Look who we found.

Hey, girl.

Thanks.

What are you guys
doing around here?

We brought you something.

Oh, wow.

I think...

I think that every one
of those grains of sand

was a promise to do
whatever she could

to come home.

And you know she tried to
keep that promise, right?

Yeah.

I think your mother
was a very brave lady

and I think you're gonna
grow up to be just like her.

Thank you, Norman.

See you guys around?

Yep.

Stay cool.

Hello.

Hey!

What's all this?

Home!

FedEx has a great
retirement plan,

and, uh...

I miss the mountains.

I miss you.

Colorado's finest?

"Brewed with pure rocky
mountain spring water."

I was, uh...

Thinking about
that slide in the park.

I told you I didn't
remember it,

but I did.

I remember thinking...

How scared I was.

I was too embarrassed

to turn around
and climb back down,

and I was too scared

to pull off and slide down.

So I just...
I sat there.

And mama got so mad.

So mad.

Finally she said, "well...

"I guess we're just gonna
have to leave you here.

Bye, Ollie."

She just walked away.

But...

But?

You just...

You sat down

right on the ground...

And you said something, like...

Like...

"Take your time, Ollie.

I'm not going anywhere."

I'm just afraid...

I won't know who I am

if I'm not an O'Toole.

You know who you are.

You're Oliver.
You're...

The guy who probably
hasn't had a beer

since... well, ever.

I'm guessing you still
don't have email.

And you're probably the best

mail recovery expert
in the business.

Actually, I know that for sure

because the boys at FedEx
always talk about you

like you're some kind
of postal legend.

They couldn't believe
I was your dad!

You're kidding?

No, no.

They know who
Oliver O'Toole is.

Who you are is...

The sum of all the choices
that you make in this life.

It's about being
taught to be honest

and fair and excellent
and kind and...

Deciding that you want
to be those things.

Remember this?

"To thine own self
be true..."

"And it must follow...

"...as the night, the day,
thou canst not then be false

to any man."

Hamlet.

You're not wearing a ring.

I thought you were married.

I was.

She left.

So I guess we do have
something in common.

A couple of things.

Shane seems nice.

She's...

Very efficient.

Come on, O'Toole!

'Fess up!

- What?
- Hey!

It's me you're talking to.

I know.

I know.

Hooray!

"Happy Birthday, Shan."

I ran out of frosting.

It was either that
or "happy birthday."

I love it.

Thank you.

Speech!

Yeah, speech!

Speech!

Hmm...

Mr. O'Toole?

: Yes?

Help me out.

I... I need something
profound.

- Oh...
- That's you.

Let's see. Uh...

"You never have enough money

if all you have
is money."

Shakespeare.

Schmidtz.

Open this one first.

It's an abacus.

Norman!

Oh, I wasn't supposed to tell.

But you'll never guess
what kind! Solar!

Aw, man. Ugh.

I love it already.
Thank you, Norman.

Oh, actually...

Rita and I
went in on it together.

Nice champagne.

Not exactly "brewed

with pure rocky mountain
spring water," though.

Well, I'm expanding
my horizons.

Oh... I forgot.

I went back.

So did I.

O'Tooles never like to see
a letter stay lost for long.

Oh!