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[opening theme playing]

[Mark] "An insurance opportunity for your golden years.

An exclusive offer for Mark Gordon or current resident."

That makes you feel wanted, doesn't it?

According to this, I might have won a million dollars.

Brother.

What have we got here?

-I don't believe it. -Don't tell me you won.

No, no, no. Get this.

My high school class is having their reunion.

Thirty-five years.

Where does the time go?

It does have a way of flying by.

Oh, those were great days, Jonathan.

Did I ever tell you I was starting left end on our football team?

I played both ways, not like these guys today.

A real iron man, huh?

You know what the funny thing was,

I wasn't even going out for football.

Coach got me in the hallway one day and he said, "Hey, Stick."

Stick?

That was my nickname then, I was tall and thin.

He said, "Hey, Stick,

I wanna see you out for the football team this afternoon."

Ended up playing three years of varsity.

Made all-league second team.

I'm impressed.

It would've been great to see the old gang again.

What do you mean, "Would've been"? Aren't you going?

You said we had an assignment.

Yeah, we do.

It's your class reunion, Stick.

Hey.

So we've just gotta find the people,

the reunion committee couldn't find

and get them to go, is that it?

Yeah, that's about it.

I'm gonna see all my old friends again.

This is gonna be the best assignment we ever had.

Our first stop is Marjorie Anderson.

Marjorie Anderson. Boy, I remember her.

She was really something.

First runner-up in the state beauty contest,

our senior year.

Who else we got?

There's a Warren Sherman.

Warren Sherman. Warren Sherman.

Don't remember him.

You can't know everybody in your class.

We've got Irving Heindorf.

Irving Heindorf. You know who he is.

-I know? -Yeah.

He's Trevor Steele, the big movie star.

You gotta be kidding.

-You went to school with him? -Yeah.

That was before he changed his name.

Can you imagine the Pirates of Tortuga

starring the dashing Irving Heindorf?

Wonder why they couldn't find him.

Movie stars don't usually give out their home addresses, you know.

Think we're gonna be able to track him down?

We'll give it a shot.

Here we go.

I'm Jonathan Smith, this is Mark Gordon.

We wonder if we can see Mr. Bergstrom for a minute.

He's on the phone right now. May I be of help?

Well, it's sort of personal.

I'm also Mrs. Bergstrom.

Well, it isn't anything we can't ask you, Mrs. Bergstrom.

We understand that your husband is Trevor Steele's public-relations man.

For over 20 years.

Bob Gregory at the Tribune said he never received those pictures he asked for.

I sent them by messenger yesterday.

Well, send him another set and see that that messenger gets canned.

-Mr. Bergstrom? -Yeah?

I realized we caught you at kind of a bad time.

In my business, there's never a good time.

What can I do for you?

We're trying to get in touch with Trevor Steele.

He and I are old classmates.

We're having our 35th reunion. Thought maybe he'd wanna come.

Reunion, huh?

Well, I'm... Mr. Steele's awfully busy.

I'm sure he is, but it's on a weekend. He just might enjoy it.

I'm sorry, fellas.

I doubt very much if he can fit it into his schedule.

Well, if you ever see him, could you tell him anyway?

-Just in case? -Just in case what?

Irving!

Irving. Well, it's Mark Gordon.

Mark Gordon.

I don't believe...

-Mark Gordon? -Yeah.

What's with the whiskers? I almost didn't recognize you.

Well, underneath them it's still the same old me.

I mean, you look great. How do you do it?

Well, clean living, lots of sleep,

working out at the gym every morning.

You look great too.

I don't know. I think my body went bad.

-Hit it. -What?

Go ahead, just like the old days. Hit it.

Oh, no, no.

What's the matter? You used to be a tough guy. Come on. Come on, hit it!

Well, all right.

Is this guy in shape or what?

I still do a hundred sit-ups every day.

Will you excuse me for a second, please?

Pete, can I talk to you in the office?

Trev, you didn't have to do that.

How did I know he'd hit me that hard?

You told him to.

All right, I told him, I told him.

What's he doing here anyway?

Your old school is having a 35th-year reunion or something.

I told him you couldn't make it.

You know that's the trouble with you, Pete.

You're always anxious to say no.

Trev, just last week you told me,

no more personal appearances unless you get paid.

This is different.

I could get some good press out of this bash.

You know, you've lost the old pizzazz.

In the old days,

you would've jumped at a chance to get publicity like this.

But... Trevor, if you really wanna go, fine.

Hey.

Hey, wait a minute.

Just a minute, are you down on me

because I haven't paid you for a month or two?

-Six. -All right, six. Is that the problem?

Come on, Trev, you know me better than that.

Well, what is it?

Just one of those days. That's all.

Well, snap out of it.

This is perfect.

Trevor Steele comes home. The news media will eat it up.

What do you say?

I'll try my best.

All right.

Mark, I'm gonna have to juggle things, but I'm going.

That's great, that's great! The old gang won't believe it.

I know, that's why I told Pete

to let them shoot around me for a few days.

I owe it to the gang.

Call MacGruder, tell him about the 5:00 deposition.

And cancel my lunch appointment for tomorrow.

I'm gonna be in court all day. Let me see those messages.

[sighs]

Tell him I'll call him back.

Call back, call back.

Uh, tell him yes.

Yeah.

My mother. Tell her I'll call her back tonight.

I'll be back in an hour.

-Oh, sorry. -No, sorry, my fault.

Mark?

-Mark Gordon? -I'm sorry.

-Well, you are Mark Gordon? -Yeah.

Warren. Warren Sherman. We went to high school together.

Of course, Warren. How are you?

Great! What are you doing here?

Actually, he was looking for you.

This is my friend, Jonathan Smith.

-How you doing? -Jonathan, how are you?

-Good. -Jeez, you know, hey,

do you know how long it has been? Thirty-five years.

That's what we're here to tell you.

Our class is having the 35th reunion.

You're kidding. That's great!

Look, I've got a quick meeting to go to.

Then we could yak a little. How's your schedule?

We got time.

Well, that's great. Follow me, come on.

You know, this meeting won't take any more than half an hour.

You know, Mark, it is really good to see you again!

But that was nothing.

You remember that time in Miss Knudson's class?

Wait, I don't think Jonathan's interested--

No, wait a minute. I am interested.

-Go ahead, what happened? -Listen to this, Jonathan.

Miss Knudson, was our drama teacher,

and she was very emotional, very high-strung.

And Jack...

-Jack Crowley rigs... You remember Jack Crowley? -Oh, yeah.

He rigs it so that she has to be out of the classroom.

And then Mark runs downstairs; We're on the second floor,right?

And he runs outside

and lays on the ground just underneath her window.

Then Jack tells Miss Knudson Mark fell out the window.

[laughing hysterically]

She was hysterical until we all started laughing.

Yeah, then there was hell to pay.

Well, that's what you get for being such a ham.

Mmm.

Yeah, but this guy...

This guy did something I'll never forget.

See, I was...`

I was kind of a runt in school.

I mean, Mickey Rooney would look like a basketball star next to me.

And I asked Mark if I could wear his letterman sweater.

You know, to impress Bonnie Harper, remember her?

Well, he loaned me his sweater and I--

It was the only time Bonnie Harper ever looked at me.

Hey, it was no big thing.

Yeah. Well, it was to me.

Well, you know, it's funny

how some of the things we do in life that seem so unimportant

can mean so much to somebody else.

Yeah, it's true.

Mark, Jonathan,

I cannot thank you enough for telling me about this reunion.

Well, then, we're gonna see you there?

I wouldn't miss it for anything.

"M. L. Hayden." That's gotta be her.

Hayden? Her last name's Anderson.

No, that's her married name.

Marjorie Louise Hayden.

Everybody thought she was gonna marry Trevor, you know.

Then this Hayden guy came along.

The next thing we know, she married him.

Do I detect a note of bitterness in your voice?

Well, this Hayden guy was older than her,

and he was too smooth.

I was at their wedding.

That was the last time I saw her.

The only time I got to kiss her.

Are you gonna call her?

I don't know. I don't know.

I never was very good on the phone.

I'm more of a one-on-one guy.

Yeah, and besides, you sure would like to see what she looks like

after all these years, right?

What do you say?

Let's hit the road.

[doorbell rings]

Hi, can I help you?

Marjorie?

No, I'm Melissa. Marjorie's my mother.

Oh, yeah, of course.

I'm Jonathan Smith, this is Mark Gordon.

He went to school with your mom.

She may have mentioned me.

Gee, I don't think so, but, um, come on in.

Thank you very much.

-I'll tell my mom that you're here. -Okay.

Mom, there's a Mr. Smith and a...

Mr. Gordon. Mark Gordon.

A Mark Gordon, here to see you.

I don't think she hears me. Excuse me.

Don't worry, Stick. You look fine.

You've got no spinach in your teeth.

Will you leave me alone?

Mother will be right out.

I've gotta get to work, but, um, it was sure nice to meet you both.

-Same here. -Bye-bye.

-Here she comes. -All right, take it easy, relax.

Wait till you see her.

Mark. What a surprise.

Margie, it's really good to see you.

Oh. It's been a long time, Mark.

You haven't changed a bit.

Oh, sure.

-This is Jonathan Smith. -Hi, how are you?

Mark's told me an awful lot about you.

-Really? -All good.

Well, please sit down.

Thank you.

Are you in town for a visit or--?

Margie, I have got great news.

Our class is having a reunion.

The old gang's getting together again.

Oh.

I mean, everybody's gonna be there.

Trevor Steele... Irving.

It's on the 20th. Boy, I hope you can make it.

I don't know.

I haven't done much socializing since Howard and I split up.

I'm sorry to hear that.

We'd have been married 28 years this April.

Margie, you know, life goes on.

Yeah. I know.

It wouldn't be the same without you there.

I'll think about it.

-You promise? -Yes.

Well, we better be on our way.

-Don't you forget about the 20th. -I won't forget.

Mark, thanks for coming by.

Yeah.

-It was nice to meet you. -Thank you.

[instrumental music playing]

Look, Sam. It's Trevor Steele's 35th class reunion.

It's great human-interest stuff.

Sam, I'll tell you what. I'll give you an exclusive on this.

I won't call the wires or anyone.

Hey, Sam, look, I'll level with you--

I'll level with you. I really need your help on this.

Could you run a picture?

I'll hire the photographer.

I'll pay for it.

Yeah.

No, I understand. Thanks.

Well?

He said he'd try, but he wouldn't make a commitment.

You know what's happening as well as I do.

Nobody cares about Trevor anymore.

Then we're not doing our job, are we?

Pete, there's a whole new audience out there.

The kids today wanna see Michael J. Fox and Tom Cruise.

They've never even heard of Trevor Steele.

So, what do you want me to tell him?

"Hey, Trev, you're a has-been.

Why don't you fade off into the sunset like in your Westerns?"

He should face facts.

The pressure he puts on you isn't fair.

Honey, this man is fighting for his professional life.

He's not just a client, he's a friend.

We've gotta do what we can for him.

The best thing you can do for Trevor Steele

is to be honest with him.

Make him face reality.

Pete.

I've been thinking about the reunion. I've got some great ideas.

Trev, could I talk to you for a minute?

Later. Listen to this.

We have a parade. I'm in the lead car--

Trev, it may be a little late to put together a parade, you know?

Will you stop being so negative?

You call the mayor,

you tell His Honor he's gonna be riding with Trevor Steele.

You'll see how fast things get done.

Carol, honey, you'd better take some notes on this, okay?

Okay.

Now, we get the school band to play the theme from Pirates of Tortuga.

Everybody loves it, and they know it's my song.

The reunion's only a week away.

Do you really think the kids will have time to learn the music?

You're underestimating the kids today.

They're sharp. They can do it.

Now, we're gonna need some temporary bleachers

to set up at the hotel for the fans, a couple of klieg lights--

Trevor, we're only talking a class reunion.

We are talking Trevor Steele's class reunion.

When are you gonna teach your wife what this business is all about, huh?

Now, you call me when this is all put together.

Oh, you wanted to tell me something?

No. No, I'll catch you later.

Okay.

[door closes]

The man's living in the past.

And he acts like he's still paying you 5,000 a month.

Who's gonna pay for the stands and the klieg lights?

-I am. -Pete.

Carol, you forget.

That money put our son through college.

It bought the house we're living in.

I know, I...

I just hate to see him walking all over you.

He's not walking all over me.

He's running scared.

He needs the roar of the crowd.

Well, he's not gonna get much of a roar from empty stands.

Well, then, I've gotta try to fill them.

You can't fill them and you know it.

Think that's too short in the back?

No, I think it looks perfect.

This guy said he could touch up my beard, get rid of the grey.

Make me look a little younger, you know?

Hmm.

Bad idea, huh? Forget that.

Look out, reunion, I'm ready.

Don't you think you ought to consider wearing a tie?

Well, you don't think I'd go dressed like this, do you?

I was just asking.

Wonder if I shouldn't dye the beard.

I think you'd better be careful of that.

If you look too young, they might not let you in.

Oh, that's cute, Jonathan. Cute.

Think he's right.

-Hi, Mom. -I thought you'd be home for dinner.

Well, I had a stop to make.

-Ta-da! -What's this?

You wouldn't go to the beauty parlor like I asked,

so I got you a wig.

Oh, honey.

Come on, Mom, you're gonna look great in it.

That's sweet of you, dear.

So how's the dress look?

Well, let's zip it up.

-See what we've got. -All right.

Oh, gosh. It's stuck.

Well, then.

-Try it now. -Okay.

You know, maybe if we just let it out a little bit?

Maybe I should just forget about this whole reunion thing.

Oh, Mom.

Come on, you know, you really haven't been out since the divorce.

And it'd be good for you to go.

But I haven't seen those people in 30 years.

They'll be like strangers now.

-Besides, the last time they saw me-- -I know.

I know you were 108 pounds in a strapless evening gown,

and were just crowned queen of the senior prom.

It was a hundred years ago.

Oh, come on, Mom. Live a little.

So you look a little different.

At your age, it's hard for you to understand.

Look, you told me

those were the happiest days of your life.

So why not take a day and relive them? Hmm?

It'll be good for you.

You can't relive the old days, Melissa.

Besides, you know, maybe even Trevor Steele will be there.

It would be nice to see my old schoolmates again.

I wonder how Trevor is after all these years.

There's really only one way to find out.

Yeah.

Try that zipper again.

Oh, Mom.

What do you think?

Great-looking suit, Trev.

You remember this?

I wore it in Monte Carlo Holiday.

Cost the studio over a thousand.

You think my tux might be better?

Might be a bit much.

Yeah, it's gonna be nice getting back to my roots again,

where I grew up.

You know, I think you're really looking forward to this reunion.

You know what I'm looking forward to?

This is our first junket in six years.

You and I have been through a lot together, Pete.

I'll buy that.

You remember that junket to San Antonio?

You had Time, Life,

even the guy from the New York Times flew out.

Yeah, that was really something.

Well, that's what I want at this reunion.

Coverage. A lot of it.

This is a chance to get the country to think of Trevor Steele again.

And only you can make it happen.

[sighs] I'll do my best, Trev, you know that.

Well, I better try this on, see if it needs any alteration.

Yeah, this is a new start for me, Pete.

A second career. I can feel it.

Can you feel it, Pete?

Yeah, I can feel it, Trev.

I can feel it. [sighs]

[instrumental music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Now I know why they used to call them necktie parties.

How do I look?

Debonair, distinguished.

I would say downright handsome.

-Oh, come on-- -Mark. Mark Gordon.

-Um-- -Harriet Bell.

Oh, yeah, Harriet Bell.

I didn't recognize you at first.

Oh, I knew it.

You think I've changed?

Well, no, no, no.

It's not you, it's these old eyes.

Getting harder to read name tags.

Well, how do I look?

I mean, that's why we're all here, isn't it?

To see how we've all changed.

Well, you look very rich.

Thank God it shows.

Oh! Is, uh...

Trevor Steele, is he here?

No, not yet.

Marjorie Anderson?

No, I haven't seen her, either.

[gasps] I can't wait to see her.

I hear she has really aged.

Just got a divorce, you know.

Oh, Mary Jane. I'll see you later.

Let me guess, the class gossip?

Thirty-five years, still going strong.

-She couldn't get a date in high school. -Why not?

Nobody wanted to interrupt her while she was talking.

-How do I look? -Great, as always.

Twenty years old, still fits like a glove.

It's time for the grand entrance.

You go tell the press I'll be there in five minutes.

Yeah, but give me ten.

Ten, tops.

You Dan Scott? I'm Pete Bergstrom.

Yes, sir, Mr. Bergstrom.

I was worried I might have missed you.

Uh, Mr. Steele will be down in just a minute.

-Hang on just a minute. -Okay, sure.

Assignment desk? Yeah, this is Pete Bergstrom.

I spoke to you earlier

about covering Trevor Steele's school reunion.

Yeah, I understand that.

But couldn't you break somebody loose?

I mean, this is great human498

Yeah. Yeah, I see.

Mr. Steele.

Hi, I'm Dan Scott of The Banner.

You reporters are getting younger every day.

-The Banner, huh? -The Banner's our school paper, sir.

And I'm here to do a story on you and the reunion, and I've got--

Hold on, Dan. I'll be right back.

Trev, I meant to tell you about the kid. He showed up early.

What are you doing to me? I ask for press coverage,

you get a kid from the local high school paper?

Where are the TV people? The reporters?

They should be here any minute.

Why don't you talk to the kid? I'll check it out.

Okay, Dan, what do you wanna know?

All right, then, Mr. Steele.

I have here that your last film was Honeymoon in Miami.

Shot it in Florida. How'd you like it?

Well, it was a little before my time,

but my mother said that she saw it.

Oh, hey, Frank. Frank Shaughnessy!

Do I know you?

Yeah, Sherman. Warren Sherman.

How you doing?

Well, fine. You?

Well, I'm doing terrific.

Hey, let's grab a table here and talk over old times.

Actually, my wife and I already have a table.

Oh, yeah, do you mind if I join you?

-No, not at all. -Good, good.

Well, did you see Elaine Sheffner?

I mean, there is a perfect example

of a chemical peel going too deep,

way too deep.

Oh, look who's here!

Marjorie. Marjorie Anderson, after all these years.

Harriet. How nice to see you.

Well, you look a little tired, dear. Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I guess the trip here just took a little longer than I thought it would.

Uh-huh.

Well, how have you been?

Fine. Just fine.

I heard about your divorce.

Too bad.

Well, news travels fast.

Especially bad news.

[chuckles]

Lovely dress, dear.

Thank you.

Designer label?

Oh, no, I'm afraid that's a little too rich for my blood.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Etta. Etta Patterson!

-Etta! -Harriet!

So glad to see you. You look wonderful!

Marjorie, I'm glad you could make it.

Looks like Harriet Bell swooped down on you

before you had a chance to protect yourself.

I think she's still mad at me

for beating her out for head cheerleader.

Some people never give up their grudges, do they?

[all applauding]

So I finished law school, joined Bernstein & Carpenter,

and I got lucky and became the head honcho.

How about you, Frank?

Not that much to tell.

I got out of school, I went into the Navy,

I got out and I started fixing cars, and I'm still doing it.

He also got married along the way

and had two wonderful sons who are now in college.

Yeah, that's right.

What about you, Warren, any kids?

Uh, no.

Betty and I, we couldn't have any.

Is she with you tonight?

No. I...

I lost her two years ago.

I'm sorry.

[gasps]

There's Trevor Steele.

Let's get an autograph for Cindy.

-Oh, Doris. -Oh, come on.

Oh, all right.

Excuse us a minute, Warren.

Yeah, sure.

[indistinct chatter]

There you go, Etta.

Thank you, Trevor.

Margie.

Hello, Trevor.

How have you been?

Fine, and you?

No complaints.

I've enjoyed following your career.

Well, I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch.

We had some great times together.

You made a fine king of the prom.

With his queen.

All the things you've done, I'm surprised you even remember that.

It's been so long ago.

You're really looking well.

In my business, it's what you see that counts.

Hey, Trev, come on over. Take some pictures with the gang.

Excuse me for just a minute.

Hey, it's good to see you.

Etta, I've known Trevor Steele since junior high school.

I mean, he was dying to ask me to the senior prom.

Then little Miss Prom Queen, Marjorie Anderson,

had the nerve to ask him.

Well, he's sorry now.

I mean, did you see her?

Tacky dress, horrible hairdo.

What a mess.

I hear he had a big crush on her n school.

Well, I, for one, am happy that he can see how wrong he was.

Oh, you heard about her divorce?

Etta, that is not the best of it.

-He left her for a younger woman. [laughing] -Oh, no.

Actually, I wasn't even gonna play football, you know.

I mean, it wasn't my game.

The coach caught me in the hallway one day, he said, "Hey, Stick."

My nickname was Stick,

because I was real tall and slender in those days.

I wound up playing,

what, it was about three years of varsity, you know?

We had this game with Santa Barbara.

You guys know about the game with Santa Barbara?

[woman] How are you?

Marjorie!

Come on, Marge. Don't let Harriett do this to you.

Why is she so vicious?

My guess is she's just trying to cover up for her own inadequacies.

Oh, I never should have come here tonight.

Why? Because a couple of unhappy women

make some sarcastic remarks?

Come on, you've gotta get tougher than that.

I wish I could be, Jonathan.

But I'm at a time in my life where I'm not feeling very tough at all.

[jazz music playing]

[all cheering and applauding]

Mark, just one more dance. Just one more dance.

No, it wouldn't be fair to the other guys

to monopolize your dance card like that.

Give me something cold here, anything.

Champagne. You haven't said what you've been doing these days.

Oh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that.

Like what?

Well, uh...

I kind of go from job to job to job.

You mean, you don't have anything steady?

Actually, Mark's got the job for as long as he wants it.

He's really one of the best men in the company.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Mark, you're not ashamed of what you're doing?

Hardly. I work for one of the greatest organizations in the--

Would you say the world, Jonathan?

I'd go as far as to say the universe.

What...

I know, I know, it has something to do with our space program.

And that's why you're so closed-mouthed about it.

Mark Gordon, do you think there's a possibility

of traveling to the stars in my lifetime?

I think that depends on what direction you go.

Direction?

[gasps]

Oh, my God, it's Phyllis Schaefer.

She has blond hair now. I've got to talk to her.

Phyllis? Phyllis, wait, wait!

Phyllis, wait!

[sighs]

Put some ice in that.

I have to talk to you now.

Excuse me a second.

It's getting late. Where are the reporters?

I don't know, Trev. They should've been here by now.

Maybe some big story broke locally, they had to cover it.

Don't snow me.

In the old days, they would've been here early,

knocking each other over to get to me.

Trevor?

Oh, Trevor. Trevor, love,

why don't we get together after this is over?

We have so much to talk about.

I've rented a suite here at the hotel.

We could have a little drink.

Well, that's a nice idea, Harriet,

but I'll probably be leaving early.

Work, work, work, you know.

Well, you know what they say about all work and no play.

Well, save the last dance for moi.

Meet me in the room. I want to talk to you alone.

Looks like he's giving you a hard time.

He's a little edgy.

I guess it must be tough for someone who was a big star

to know down deep that their career is fading.

I wouldn't say it's fading.

[sighs]

I just wish he wasn't so stubborn.

There's a lot of parts he's right for.

Have you ever told him that?

I couldn't tell him that. It would...

I just couldn't tell him that.

Well, sometimes the truth hurts.

But later on, when we look back,

then we realize it was the only answer.

Pete.

You've been my publicist for 20 years.

Twenty-one in two months.

You've done a good job for me.

No, excellent job.

Well, thanks, Trev. You've never told me that before.

It's kind of hard for me to tell this to you,

but I think its time for me to make a change.

I'm not saying you're burned out.

It's just that you don't seem to have the drive

you had when you were younger.

Trev, I'm sorry about what happened tonight.

I really thought we'd get better coverage.

You see what I'm getting? Apologies, no results.

That's because...

Because what?

Because they don't care about you anymore.

What are you talking about?

Trev, did you look at those people in there tonight?

I mean, really look at them?

They're not kids anymore.

Neither am I, but neither are you.

I think I'm in damn good shape for someone my age.

For your age, you're great, Trev, just great.

But you're not Sir Lancelot anymore.

You're King Arthur.

You're still handsome, still virile.

So maybe you don't get the girl anymore.

Look, Trev.

I don't mean to hurt you.

Just leave me alone, Pete.

-Trev-- -Leave me alone.

[melancholy music playing]

[[band plays "Love Me Tender"]

What's the matter, buddy?

This is not the way I expected it to be.

-Maybe you expected too much. -Yeah.

I mean, look at us, all of us.

Everybody trying to outimpress each other.

Me exaggerating what I did in football.

I mean, it's like what I really did wasn't good enough.

[sighs] It wasn't like this, Jonathan.

It's too bad that people are afraid to just be themselves.

Yeah.

Warren?

Bonnie.

You're the first person here to recognize me tonight.

How have you been?

I'm fine. How about you?

Well, I'm fine, just fine.

So, uh, fill me in.

Well, I'm not married, but I have 22 kids.

What? What?

I'm a kindergarten teacher.

I've been doing it for 25 years.

You know, I never will forget that time at school

when you borrowed that Letterman's sweater

just to impress me. [chuckles]

Never asked me out though.

You mean, you would have come with me?

Oh, of course.

I almost asked you, except I couldn't get up the nerve.

I...

I couldn't get up the nerve either.

Look, are you with anybody tonight?

No.

You?

No.

Well...

Well, do you think you could get up the nerve

to ask me to dance?

[both laughing]

Sure.

-Where's Trevor? -He's in his room.

I was honest with him.

I'm glad to hear it.

Have you seen Marjorie?

Yeah, she's up in her room.

Well, we've gotta get her down here quick. I...

I just talked to the band

and we want the prom king and the prom queen

to lead the last dance, just like they did at the senior prom.

Oh, by the way, keep an eye out for Trevor for me, will you?

-All right. -Okay.

I guess there's no chance of their coming back down, huh?

No, I think there's probably a very good chance.

You know something you're not telling me?

You're getting to know me too well, buddy.

Oh. Yeah, well.

It's okay.

It was a little shocking for me at first too.

-Trevor, I-- -Irving.

Irving Heindorf.

That's who I should've been a long time ago.

And that's who I'm gonna be from now on.

Marge,

would you like to dance the last dance with me?

I'd love to.

[band plays fanfare]

Attention, ladies and gentlemen. They're here.

Now, everybody form a line.

And now, to dance our last dance,

our prom queen and king, Marjorie Anderson and Trevor Steele.

[cheer and applause]

Where's Trevor's hair?

I don't know.

[cheering continues]

[whistling]

[music playing]

Come on, guys, let's everybody dance.

We've already let 35 years go by.

Let's don't waste any more.

Come on!

Hmm?

Mmm...

[theme music playing]