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"Almost Blue" by Diana Krall Almost blue...

almost doing things we used to do...

there's a boy here and...

he's almost you...

This better be good.

Jordan. It's Devan.

Got any idea what time it is?

Late, I know. I need a favor.

Are you bleeding?

What?

Maimed in some way?

No.

Then forget it. I'm asleep.

I was supposed to work graveyard.

I need you to cover my shift.

I think you have got the wrong number.

Jordan, I'm serious.

So am I. I just put in a double already.

I'm feeling a little pre-homicidal.

Hang on. I have another call.

Arrete de m'appeler. (Stop calling me.)

Non, je ne veux pas parler. Je m'en vais. (No, I don't want to talk.)

Laisse-moi en paix. (Leave me in peace.)

Hey, look, uh, I'll be a couple of hours, tops.

Please just cover my shift.

You know, ever since you should up at the morgue,

you've only been out for yourself.

Jordan, I'm asking you as a friend.

And what makes you think we're friends?

Fine. Forget it. I'll...

I'll get there when I can.

No, Devan...

Hey, Devan? Hello? Devan?

Oh, Nige... what are you doing here so late?

You didn't hear?

Hear what? What's going on?

Plane crash.

What? Where?

We don't know. Hasn't happened yet.

What's that supposed to mean?

Commuter place took off from D.C. forty-five minutes ago.

Pilot called in a mayday somewhere over Baltimore,

then all communications went dead.

Plane's still in the air.

Hijacked?

Air National Guard scrambled an F-15 to take a closer look.

No one's moving on board.

They're either unconscious or dead.

Oh, my God.

It's losing altitude.

Estimated point of impact is somewhere east of Colfax in the Blue Hills.

- We're going out there. - Okay, I'm going with you.

Wait a minute. Weren't you just here?

I'm covering Devan for a couple of hours.

Look, give me a couple of minutes, I'll pack a bag, I'm driving with you.

- No. I want you to stay put. - Why?

I need at least one M.E. on duty to prep for mass casualties.

It's gonna get crazy around here soon enough.

How weird is this?

Coming to a crash site before the crash.

Okay. FAA trajectory estimate has the plane coming down,

then going out over that ridge, about two miles that way.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2004/11/14

I want to set the generators behind that tent, there.

We'll run the mobile command out of the truck.

I'll need a water supply for sifting.

Talk to the fire marshal and get a tap off of one of his trucks.

Doctor Macy...

Okay, put the portable X-Ray machine in the main tent.

We're gonna want to run immediate dental exams.

Airline says that the plane was a Jetstream 41.

It's a twenty-five seater... fueled for three trips between D.C. and Boston.

Now with that much fuel on board, this thing is gonna burn for hours.

We're gonna be down to DNA testing on most of them.

Right. It still doesn't change the job.

We still flag, bag and tag as many as we can.

Let's get to it. Come on.

Which one of you is Macy?

That's me.

Nathan Farrell, NTSB.

You have the passenger manifest?

Not yet. FBI's got a hold of it.

Running names to rule out any terrorist activity.

Could take hours.

The sooner I get the manifest,

the sooner I can finish my job and you can start yours.

You ever work on a major crash before?

Yeah. One or two.

Well, this is my seventeenth, so tell you what...

why don't you follow my lead.

I'll make sure we stay off each other's toes.

My toes are just fine, thanks.

My guys need access to the site.

And they'll get it...

but recovering and identifying the bodies are the first order of business.

That's my job. And in order to do it,

I have to get to the bodies before anybody contaminates the evidence.

Dead bodies don't do me any good.

I need the black box.

If we run across it, you'll be the first to know.

They're dead, Macy, they can wait.

You'll be lucky if you find some teeth.

Teeth'll do.

I've made ID's on less.

Guys,

put a photo station and fingerprinting in here.

I want to trace down the DNA track.

- All right? - Okay.

Doctor Macy. Darla Channing, Channel Three News.

How did you get in here?

Doug, here, found a fire road on the forestry map...

Wonder if we can grab a sound bite or two?

Where the hell's security? You people are supposed to be five miles away.

Well, until someone kicks us out...

I believe I just did.

Wait a minute.

Well, it's still very early in the recovery process,

but for those of you who may... may have had loved ones on board...

let me just say right now how difficult this time is,

but we'd like to ask your help in contacting the medical examiner's office

with any pertinent details that will help us...

such as dental records, or anything that may help with our DNA analysis...

hairbrushes, toothbrushes...

God, it's weird. It's so quiet here now.

Yeah, don't get too comfy, that's about to change.

Oh, I hate this part of the job.

Hey, I'm sorry, guys, I got here as fast as I could.

Good, good, you can help me stock supplies...

in Trace and you could prep Autopsy one and two.

We working on a skeleton crew?

Most everyone's out at the site.

Except Doctor McGuire.

Little Miss Flaky... went AWOL on us.

Where the hell is she...

Hey, what are you guys doing here?

Well, I can ask the same of you.

Uh, Devan likes the Moo Shu from Yang Chow's.

Oh, does she now?

Yeah, it's kind of a Sunday night thing we do.

She's always working late, and I just, uh...

So,

what are you guys doing here?

First body.

He was in the tail of the plane.

Forty yards from the crater and still intact.

Get some photos first and run a preliminary trace.

Officer Paul McGill,

Federal Air Marshall.

Doctor Macy, take a look at his eyes.

Petechial hemorrhaging.

There's a bluish tint to the skin.

Asphyxiation.

Yeah, but from what?

We'll find out. Bag him for autopsy.

I'm gonna check on the recovery team.

Doctor Macy.

You came all this way to bring us takeout?

It was Yang Chow's.

So what happened here, other than the obvious?

I'm not sure yet.

Seems they were all dead before they hit the ground.

Some sort of toxic fumes released into the cabin.

Any reason to suspect foul play?

It's hard to say.

It could've been a hundred things, but foul play's pretty far down the list.

Let me see your flashlight.

You might want to rethink that list.

Hi, can I help you, ma'am?

My husband, I believe he was to be on that plane tonight.

The man on the news says to come here.

I brought this.

Nigel...

What happened to this guy?

Off-hand, I'd say he was cut in two.

Cell phone, break pocket.

I'll put it with the others.

What are these? Belts and neckties?

Yeah. Someone used them to strap him down.

His upper body, at least. He have any ID on him?

Maybe on his lower half.

If we find it.

Hey, let me get those JPEGs back to the precinct.

I might need an explanation for this.

Your guess is as good as mine.

What's this I hear about asphyxiation?

Just a theory we're working on. Excuse me.

- And the cash? - Another piece of the puzzle.

So what are we looking at?

Some kind of hostage situation? A hijacking?

You want more answers, get us that manifest.

The Feds are faxing it over any minute.

And what about the black box?

That pit is burning at 2200 degrees.

You want to start looking in there?

Go for it.

How are things there?

Waiting on the storm. How about you?

Smack in the middle of it.

Just say the word, I'm there.

No. We're about to send over the first half-dozen victims.

I need some experience there.

Send Devan instead.

Yeah, if I could find her.

She still hasn't shown up?

Not a word.

Call her on her cell, get right back to me.

Okay.

Yeah, Detective Hoyt.

Woody Hoyt. H-O-Y-T. Boston P.D.

I'm here at the site right now and I think we're looking at a homicide situation.

Since it occurred in the air,

I believe that it's Federal jurisdiction.

Passenger Manifest

Yeah, sure. I'll hold.

Hello?

Garret?

Jordan?

What's going on? I just dialed Devan's cell number.

I just saw her three days ago.

She didn't say anything about traveling.

Why was she going to Washington?

I don't know.

She didn't say anything to me.

Nothing.

No remains where her cell phone was found.

Listen, I know we're all in shock right now.

There's gonna be plenty of time to deal with it later, but right now,

we've got a job to do.

We've got to try to put our emotions aside.

I've got to find her.

You might not. You know that. Right?

She was in seat 7-B.

I'm not one to give advice, but go home. Woody.

We'll take it from here.

7-B was an aisle seat on a plane like this.

If I can find the seat, she's gotta be near there, right?

Who the hell did she know in D.C.?

Maybe she had family there?

She said something about having a drink with her ex-fiancee.

Oh, God, I was so...

I can't believe this.

All this waiting around, maybe we should be doing something.

You're right.

Who's her next of kin? I should call.

Okay, let me...

We've got our first crash victim.

Okay, bring it up.

Up some more.

Keep going.

Hold it.

Okay, I need a photographer.

Ah, jeez,

where's the other half of him?

In the tent.

Who is he?

Take your pick.

Is that the current address?

Okay.

Okay, thanks.

Those hundred dollar bills we found,

some of the serial numbers trace back to a bank in D.C.

Good.

They were withdrawn this morning by a Donald Suffin.

Owns a car dealership in Springfield, Virginia.

His name is not on the manifest.

Then how did the money get on the plane?

Don't know. P.D.'s trying to find him right now.

Came to almost ten grand.

That's a lot of money to be traveling with.

I'm sorry, Woody.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me, sir. - Can I help you?

What seat number is this?

Seats don't have any numbers.

The numbers are on the bulkhead above them.

Is there any way to know who's seat that was?

Afraid not.

You know, she always called me new guy.

You know, just to mess with me, you know. Just...

'cause she thought she was so funny.

And it was, kind of.

Man, that girl could dish it out.

Sorry.

What do you make of this?

Is that a bullet hole?

He was shot?

Ceramic.

Used by Air Marshals.

Frangible bullets.

That way they won't pierce the fuselage when they're fired aboard a plane.

You let someone shoot you with your own gun, Mister Air Marshal?

Guess he would if he were choking like everyone else on...

whatever gas that was.

Sulfuric acid.

What?

Well, that was the base agent in his lungs.

Fumes from a sulfuric acid spill.

Acid spilled from where?

We've got a long way to go, Sidney.

A long way to go.

We've got hits on both those ID's from our severed man.

First one, Robert Webber, is a fake.

How do we know?

Because Robert Webber died two years ago

in a boating accident in Baja California.

He bought it on the black market.

Yeah. ID number two:

Kenneth Moran of Livingston, Connecticut.

Apparently there's a warrant out for his arrest.

What for?

Afraid I hit a red tape wall on that one.

But it's a Federal Warrant.

So we've got a wanted felon tied down to his chair

and a Federal Marshal with a bullet in him from his own gun.

And a gun which is still missing.

All of them dead from asphyxiation.

Something went very wrong up there.

Air Marshal spots wanted felon, all hell breaks loose.

I can't imagine what her last few moments must have been like.

Excuse me,

I don't know his blood type.

Oh, that's okay.

Just fill it out the best you can.

I'm a little confused about something.

How do you pronounce your husband's first name?

Esuke.

And your name is...

I'm Mika.

According to the manifest,

Esuke Yamamoto was traveling with Mika Yamamoto,

seats 8-B and C.

But I... I'm here.

I know. I just...

I'm Mika.

Who is this person?

I'm sure there's some sort of explanation.

Is this Mrs. McGuire?

Hello. I'm Dr. Cavanaugh

with the Medical Examiner's office in Massachusetts.

I'm afraid that I have some very bad news.

Detective Hoyt? Doctor Macy?

I'm Hoyt.

Special Agent Molly Greene, FBI.

This is Carla Moran and her daughter Kimmy.

Her husband was on the plane.

I'm so sorry. Right this way.

How did you get here so fast?

We just ID'd him a little while ago.

We flagged his alias on the manifest.

Kenneth Moran was wanted for kidnapping.

He kidnapped our son, Kyle.

Your son?

Did you find him?

We haven't completed our search yet, ma'am.

Kyle's on the donor list for a new liver.

He's had four operations in the last year.

His father just snapped, said no more.

The boy's gone days without medication.

Doctors say he may not have survived more than a couple without it.

We've ID'd eleven passengers so far.

No children...

according to the dates of birth on this manifest.

How old did you say your son was?

He's ten.

The youngest name here was a Miku Yamamoto, born in 1981.

Your son was not on that plane, ma'am.

Then... where is he?

And you can't think of any reason why your husband would be flying out of D.C.?

I told you how many times, no.

We have to retrace his steps if you want to find your son, Carla.

Any friends or relatives down there?

I don't think so.

My family's all here in New England and Ken was an only child.

What about his parents?

Why don't you let me ask the questions?

They died a few years ago.

I think that's what started him off on all this.

Started him off on what?

Do you mind, Detective?

On whatever you want to call it.

His... downward spiral.

Hold that thought, Carla.

You about to tell me my services are no longer needed?

That saves me the trouble.

Boston P.D. does not work for the FBI.

So why don't we stop wasting time arguing over jurisdiction,

since these nice people obviously don't have that much time to waste.

We need every agency available looking for their boy.

And you will find him, won't you?

We're doing our best, ma'am.

Mrs. Moran,

I guarantee you we'll find your son.

You have my word on that.

I got the black box. Where's the NTSB?

On that truck over there.

Hey, what's taking so long?

When will this fire be out?

As soon as this fuel burns off.

Yeah? How long will that be?

Another five, six hours.

As long as that fire continues in that pit,

there's no sense in wasting another drop of water on it.

Yeah, but that doesn't leave us much chance of finding remains, you know.

We still have a dozen unaccounted for.

Aside from teeth, they'll be down to ashes.

Hate to tell you this, fellas, but...

they already are.

Yes, may I help you?

Oh, sumimasen. Ano, eigoga dekinaindesu. (Oh, excuse me.

Sorry. I don't understand.

Watashino musumewa Yoshiko Wataname... (My daughter is Yoshiko Wataname.)

Tareo sagashite imasuka? (Do you try to find someone?)

Watashino musume, Yoshiko... (My daughter Yoshiko...)

Ano kono hikoukide... nottekitato omotemasu. (Uh, I think

Her daughter, Yoshiko, twenty-five years old.

She believes she was on the plane.

Let me double-check the manifest.

Kinou dengwakite... kyou kaetekurete... (Yesterday she called.

She says her daughter called yesterday

to say she was flying home with... a friend.

Donna kangke? (With whom?)

Ano... otokono tomodatsi Esuke... (Uh... her boyfriend Esuke.)

A boyfriend?

Why don't we take this into the other... other room?

Watashino husband! (My husband!)

Nandesuka? (What are you saying?)

Esukewa watashino husband. (Esuke is my husband.)

- Anatano boyfrendo... - (Your wife ...) - Mrs. Yamamoto, please.

Ladies! Ladies!

Black box.

Don't bother calling it in, Captain, we've got it under control back here.

The passenger has been restrained.

You sure, Mary?

Restrained.

It's Moran, our tied-up kidnapper.

Man, what the...

You smell that?

I smell...

I smell something.

What the hell is it?

Oh my God.

Passengers are falling.

It's some kind of...

some kind of... like a chemical...

Switch to autopilot.

Switching.

Oh, God.

- Chemical smell. - Center, we have a Mayday.

- Close the door. - We'll find out.

When? Homeland Security's waiting.

Yes. I'm aware of that.

Let's go, Doc.

Moran's in the van waiting to go to the morgue.

I'm not going. I can't look at that guy.

- What is it? - I'm not leaving.

But with his son waiting for him...

This is such a long shot, Woody.

Without his medication that poor kid is probably already dead.

For all we know, Moran decided to punish himself for his own stupidity

and go out in a blaze of glory that took twenty-four other lives with him

including one of our own.

You may be right,

but what if you're not, Doctor Macy?

What if this kid still be alive?

Jordan can do the autopsy. I'm not leaving my team.

Hey, I could really use your help out here.

Okay, give me a minute.

Isn't that Devan's desk?

Should you be doing that?

Report me.

What did you say to her mother?

That, uh,

we found her name on the passenger manifest

and that we recovered her cell phone.

What are you looking for?

I should have been kinder to her.

I should have been more of a friend.

Jordan, don't do this to yourself.

You know, I said some things that I shouldn't have, Lily.

Mean, thoughtless...

You had a right to be angry.

How could you have known that she...

How can any of us know? And yet, we say things...

Doctor Cavanaugh...

Just give me a second.

Look, you're not the only one having a bad day today.

No, Sidney, I didn't mean...

Look, we've got new bodies coming in and I've got Woody on two for you.

Anything you can find, Jordan.

We need whatever we can that can lead us to this boy.

He's right in front of me.

I really need this one.

I'm on it.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Just get me some answers. Okay, Jordan?

What do we do in the meantime?

Does the name Suffin mean anything to you?

Car dealer out of Virginia.

No. Who is he?

He bought your husband's truck yesterday morning

for five thousand dollars in cash.

We found ten grand in cash at the crash site last night.

Any idea where he'd get the other half?

Ken started pulling cash out of our accounts last year.

But he didn't take it when he took Kyle. I checked.

So why did he take it out of the accounts?

He had issues... with authority.

First it was bad investments.

Then his job was outsourced to India.

And when Kyle got sick...

Almost killed him.

Wait. Who almost killed who?

When he was first hospitalized,

Kyle nearly died of staph infection.

It left my husband believing that...

Kyle was worse off in the hospital then out.

So with another hospital stay looming...

I tried to stop him.

He said he couldn't stand to lose anything else.

You say the cash at home is still there.

There's no way he'd dare come and get it.

Is that true, Kimmy?

Did your dad come and get the money?

Did he ask you to bring it to him?

How would she know that?

She doesn't even know the money's there.

Kimmy,

Kimmy,

where did you last see your Dad?

Look, leave her alone, she's been...

Kimmy,

where did you last see your Dad?

He made me swear I wouldn't tell.

What's with the gun? He's just a kid.

So you know he's alone?

Let me see that key.

Freeze, Police!

Bathroom clear.

Nothing.

I told you, he paid cash for two nights only.

Any idea where they went?

No.

But he bought a few maps.

New York, New Jersey. Maryland.

It's the route to D.C.

And I can't imagine they got too far.

The boy, he didn't look good at all.

You see now why I try not to make guarantees to the mothers of missing children?

Bone.

Third metacarpal of the right hand.

And here's the middle phalanx.

I got a gun.

It's a nine-millimeter Glock.

Air Marshal Special with ceramic bullets.

It looks like two rounds fired.

Two?

Where'd the second one hit?

It's a needle in a haystack. Could take weeks.

Well, then keep looking.

We'll run for prints back at the morgue.

You know, we can handle things here, boss.

And who said you couldn't?

It's just if you want to go back to the morgue.

I mean, that's where the last of the larger remains are.

There's no need for you to go through all of this.

We'll find her, Doctor Macy.

Find everyone.

Hey...

Hey.

You're still on your feet?

Yeah. What's holding you up?

Woody said you weren't coming back from the crash site until...

Did you find her?

No.

She's one of five.

Two pilots and three passengers still somewhere in the point of impact.

You know... the heat of the fire.

What's that?

This is the gun that son-of-a-bitch took off the Air Marshal

to shoot down the plane.

Not with ceramic bullets, he didn't.

You think a ceramic bullet could pierce something containing sulfuric acid?

It depends on the container, whatever it was.

I still can't imagine how it got on the plane.

Here's what I don't understand.

Sulfuric acid is odorless, right?

But on the black box, the pilots were choking on a gas that had a smell to it.

Mixed with borax I'm sure it did.

Borax?

From detergents used to clean synthetic carpets, like the one on the plane.

Fumes, when the acid hit, must have been overwhelming.

Woody's out there searching for his kid.

I know. He sounds possessed.

Did you find anything?

The diatoms in his stomach lining.

Whoever this guy was, he wasn't drinking designer water or from any tap.

He was getting it from a natural spring.

That narrows it down.

I also found traces of soil on his boot.

Should be getting results back soon.

What are you doing? I got this.

Seems about the only thing worth doing right now.

Maybe not the only thing.

I'll be back.

What happened to you catching ten minutes of shut-eye?

Oh, you know, idle minds...

...are a terrible thing to waste.

Sorry, Bug, to your right.

There's no keeping you away, is there, Madame Oz?

Ah, we do what we can.

Are you all right?

Yeah, considering.

How's this looking on your end, Nigel?

Couldn't have done better me-self, Sid,

just add passengers and we're there.

So where does this thing go?

What is it?

It was a wheelchair, believe it or not.

Uh,

yeah, one passenger listed with special needs.

Well, it looks like there's a designated space

right up front at the bulkhead.

Seat 1-A.

1-A.

Where it's clamped to the floor.

Nice.

Okay, let's highlight. Devan is 7-B.

Air Marshal, 3-A.

Moran, 4-C.

Now then, the pilots were both lost in the nose of the plane at point of impact.

Yeah. But how did Devan and the other two get there?

Unless they weren't belted in.

Good question, okay, uh,

how about this?

Plane takes off.

Air Marshal gives the cabin a quick once-over

and somehow recognizes Moran from the FBI alert.

Moran.

Air Marshal.

He notices Moran.

There's a struggle.

Moran beats the Air Marshal to his gun.

Which we know was fired twice.

Once into the Air Marshal's leg.

And the second shot...

Where?

No guys, turn it around.

Uh,

Moran was seated behind the Air Marshal.

He would have been facing the cockpit.

Bang.

Bulkhead.

Wheelchair.

Battery.

Sulfuric acid.

Which when applied to the synthetic fibers of the airplane's carpet...

Would create a noxious gas.

Enough to asphyxiate the entire cabin.

So knowing Devan, she probably got up to help.

Took care of the Air Marshal after he got shot.

Belted him into her own chair.

Which is why we found him in the tail end of the plane.

And the other two over-powered Moran.

Tied him to the seat with their own neckties.

They won the fight, you know.

Then as soon as the pilot announced that everything was fine, disturbance over,

the fumes started to overtake the cabin.

People started dropping.

But because Devan's not seated, she and the other two hit the floor.

So when the plane crashed...

anyone or anything not strapped down or belted in,

was suddenly thrust into the nose of the plane, including the fuel.

Which is still burning.

So it means we're really not going to find her.

Don't tell that to Bug and Nigel.

They went right back to water-sifting for her.

What do you got?

Your soil sample from Moran's boot.

Apparently contains mineral traces indigenous

to a third of all mountain areas in the Northeast.

Yeah, well, that's great.

It's covering how many hundreds of square miles?

The Connecticut River Valley's one.

It's only about an hour from here.

So with the diatoms from ground water in Moran's stomach,

we should be thinking campgrounds, state parks...

Excuse me.

Devan's mother's here.

I got it.

You call Woody.

Hey, Doc.

What?

No, no, no, this is beautiful. This is great.

I'm gonna call you right back.

I just didn't want them to hurt Kyle.

Kimmy, that's fine. That's water under the bridge.

We really don't have time for that right now.

I've got to ask you guys. Did you ever go camping?

Well, my husband used to as a kid.

Great. I'm gonna just throw out the names of some state parks

and tell me if any sound familiar. Okay?

Connecticut River Valley.

Um... Holyoke Range Park.

- Mount Grace State Forest... - Mount Grace.

Mount Grace State Forest?

Remember when we were little?

Grandpa rented that trailer up in Mount Grace?

So there are no remains?

Not yet, ma'am, no...

Because...

she wasn't belted in.

Helping to subdue a man with a gun.

To keep him from harming others.

That sounds just like her.

Always sticking her nose where it didn't belong.

Yes, ma'am.

But, uh, she died a hero.

Did you know her well?

No. I... Uh, I was only starting to.

The last few years were, uh,

very difficult for her.

She'd just gotten out of a bad relationship.

And coming here just...

seemed to give her a new lease on life.

Dissecting bodies in a morgue. Can you imagine?

Well, she was very good at it.

Wait a minute.

You're Jordan.

I never put it together before.

Doctor Jordan Cavanaugh.

Yes, ma'am, I'm uh...

Oh, she told me everything about you.

She wouldn't talk about anything else.

Jordan taught me this. Or, I learned this from Jordan.

- She said that? - Yeah.

You might not know this, but,

you were a good friend to her.

A very, very good friend.

Thank you.

Easy with the guns, fellas, it's a kid.

Stay back.

Easy. Easy.

Where's my Dad?

Your Dad, uh, did he give you that gun?

He said not to let no one come in here until he got back.

That's a good plan, but...

your Mom and your sister are at the end of this trail, and...

they're worried sick about you.

You're lying.

My Dad said you're all liars.

You watch TV today?

You see that plane crash?

Yeah, I saw it.

That plane came from D.C.

You know D.C.?

It's where your Dad went to go sell his truck.

Yeah, so?

How do you suppose...

he was going to get back up here to see you?

You're lying.

I'm so sorry, Kyle.

I'm so sorry.

Come on, give me the gun.

Stay back.

My Dad said not to.

He said you're gonna try to hurt me.

Kyle,

your Mom and Kimmy are in my car.

Do you want me to bring them up here?

Are they okay?

They're missing you.

Big time.

They want you to get the help that you need.

So you're saying my Dad is wrong?

Not if it's wrong to love your son.

Not if it's wrong to...

love what's best for him.

He loved you, Kyle.

He always will.

Why are you crying?

I lost someone on that plane, too.

And they died?

I want my Mom.

Thank you.

Patty Griffin - You're Not Alone One of them bullets

went straight for the...

jugular vein

There were people running,

a flash of light,

everything changed.

Nothing really matters in the end.

All the worries, over,

don't be afraid for me or my friend

One day we all fall down forever

And you are not alone.

The pain in my heart.

Put out the fire in your head.

And lay with me tonight.

You are not alone.

Listen up, guys.

- We haven't found... - That's enough. That's enough.

You did your best.

Put out the fire in your head.

Fellas...

As I stand on a mountaintop

as the great bird approaches.

She is small in my sight, but grows larger on approach,

until I am blessed with the full sight

of her graceful wings, proud countenance and good company.

All too quickly, she grows small again on the horizon and disappears from view.

And I call out:

There, she's gone!

But there are other mountaintops beyond me.

And at the precise moment when I note the great bird's departure from my view,

I know there are new eyes

taking up the sight of her,

and fresh voices calling out:

Here, she comes!

"A Parable of Immortality" By Henry van Dyke

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