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[theme music]

-Seven out, wide away, don't stay paid.

-You're relieved, Joe.

-It's early.

-I said you were relieved.

Gustavson wants to see you.

-Joe, have a drink.

-I usually don't drink while I'm working the

tables, Miss Gustavson.

-You're through working the tables, Joe.

-OK, sure, I'll come in early tomorrow.

-She said you're through working the tables, Joe--

finito.

-Hey, if this is about that guy last night, he was just on

a roll.

-$50,000 of the house's money is more than a roll, Joe.

It's a freaking avalanche.

Tell him the rules, Clinch.

Tell him rule number one.

-Customers shall not go home with too much of Mrs.

Gustavson's money.

-He was watching me real close.

I couldn't switch the dice.

-Well, maybe you didn't want to, Joe.

Maybe the guy was a friend of yours.

-You know me better than that.

I don't have any friends that I like that much.

-Oh, that's very sad.

But we believe you.

Tell him why we believe him, Clinch.

-This big winner disappeared last night, skipped town

without so much as even checking out of his hotel.

-Ain't that a bitch.

-Which means if you were working with him, he skipped

out on you, too.

Tell him his responsibilities, Clinch.

-You are responsible for your table.

You are responsible for the 50 grand.

-I know you want to pay me back.

-50,000 is a lot of money.

-I think that's my point, Joe.

Yeah, I think that's exactly my point.

-I'll need some time.

-Oh, sure, Joe.

We understand that.

Uh, tell him how much time, Clinch.

-You can count to five.

Sure you can, Joe.

Five days.

One, two, three, four, five.

[crack]

[shouts]

[murmurs]

[phone ringing]

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: Good

afternoon, West Side Orphanage.

FEMALE SPEAKER [OFFSCREEN]: I've got to get this job done

before the deadline.

-I've got Richard Ryan's file right here.

But I have no record of anyone having asked for it.

-For a doctor, uh, James Jones, a crosstown address.

Hey, that's all I know.

-We're not supposed to release orphanage files without

authorization.

There are laws regarding confidentiality.

-Guy's a doctor, sounds sweet to me.

-Nobody's asking you.

-Hey, I'm just the messenger.

-Just which company did you say you worked for?

-Uh, look, uh, look for yourself.

-Hey!

You come back here!

You can't take those.

Security!

-Right there.

-Uh, Harold, what's the problemo?

-You steal that?

-Uh, before I answer that, Harold, have you had the

mandatory course in prude and appropriate use of force?

-Stop talking trash and turn around so I can cuff your ass.

-I guess that means no.

-No, lightning lips.

-Uh, uh, Harold, this is all a test of your security here.

Uh, I'm an under coverage agent with the Public Works

Special Investigation Unit.

Uh, cuff's are a little tight, Harold.

But that's OK.

According to my stop watch, your response time was well

within our codes.

You should be very happy about this, Harold.

-Oh, shut up.

-Uh, Harold, you forgot the file.

-An under cover agent-- that's good, Richie.

-Whoa, we in a bad mood?

Wait, you just got back from the island, right?

So maybe that's it, island fever.

-Why the orphanage, Richie?

-Or maybe you had a flight with Tessa.

You know women, who can figure them out anymore?

Why the orphanage, that was the question, right?

-Right.

-Ah, you know, uh, return to the old stomping ground.

I spent a year or so there when I was, like, five.

Then I did this whole foster home drill.

Hi, kids, this is your new foster brother, Richie.

Treat him just like one of the family--

not.

-Come on, Tess is worried.

-So he wouldn't tell you why he stole the file?

-I could guess.

He wants to know where he comes from.

-Why can't they just tell him?

-Because it's against the law.

Besides, maybe they don't know.

-Why do you say that?

-No reason.

You look hot.

-Art can be hard work.

-No, I meant, you look hot.

-Maybe we can help Richie find out who his parents are.

-I don't think that's a good idea.

-Why not?

MACLEOD [OFFSCREEN]: Use the gauge to--

-Yeah, I--

I didn't ask you for help because it, like-- it takes a

while to develop that ask for help reflex, OK?

-Did you find something in those files that you didn't

already know?

-I just got a peak, you know?

I saw a name, Emily Ryan, deceased.

-You think she was your mother?

-I don't know.

I already knew she was dead.

I remember, I was real little, but--

but, hey, I uh scored a three pointer of my old man at the

buzzer just before the rent-a-cop grabbed me.

-You learned something about your father?

-Yeah, um, he and Emily were still married when she died.

So I guess that means he is my father.

-Richie, if he was your father, don't you think he

would have contacted you by now?

-When I was a kid, I made up a story.

I pretended he was like a spy or something, doing dangerous

stuff behind the Iron Curtain or whatever.

That's why he couldn't just, like, put in a Collect call

and say, I want to talk to my son, Richie Ryan, the

all-American boy.

-Wanna pass me that?

-Kid stuff.

-Now who knows?

I mean, maybe he's tried to find me.

It's not like my face is on a carton of milk.

[shouting]

-[groans]

-It looks bad.

I'll gather the men.

Duncan.

-Father, I--

-No, no, no.

Saver your strength.

You fought well.

You fought like a MacLeod.

-I wanted to be part of the victory.

-Aye, you will.

You'll be part of a great victory.

-I always thought that there'd be more.

-Duncan--

Dunc--

oh, Duncan.

Your name will be mentioned with honor in our homes.

Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

We have suffered a great loss.

We have lost a kinsman and a son.

He led you fearlessly, with no though of himself.

And now you must go back to the fight, with no

thought but of him.

You have no name on your lips but his--

Duncan MacLeod.

Duncan MacLeod!

Duncan MacLeod!

Duncan MacLeod!

-[inaudible].

-Duncan MacLeod!

[screams]

-It--

it's a miracle.

-No.

It is the work of the demon master of the world below.

-Father.

-No, you're no bairn of mine.

You're not my son.

You're not my son.

-You think we should have looked for him, then?

-Who?

-Jack Ryan, Richie's father.

-Yes.

Everybody should have a chance to have a father.

-What?

-I wouldn't lay odds on finding him.

-Tell us.

-If I started telling you everything that ever happened

to me--

-Let me be the judge of that.

-My father couldn't grasp what had happened.

-Who could?

Man, he must have freaked.

I mean, there you were all of a sudden on your feet again,

zombie in a kilt.

[laughing]

-You know, I think I was more terrified than he was.

We were a primitive clan, primitive and superstitious.

Fear ruled our lives.

What lay on the other side of the mountains was beyond

imagination.

-Then, can you blame your father?

-I did at first.

There were days in that first bit of winter in the Highlands

that I just wanted to die.

But I couldn't.

My family problems are history.

Richie's are here and now.

You know, there's a proverb in northern India.

If you go hunting tigers, be sure you're

prepared to find one.

-Meaning, I might not like what I find.

-Why do you want to know this?

After all this time, there must be a reason why your

father hasn't contacted you.

-Think about that, Richie.

-I have.

Do you remember anything before the orphanage?

-Not much.

There was a woman.

-Your mother, Emily Ryan?

-I don't know.

I guess she must have been.

I can't picture her face.

But I remember every Friday, we used to

go to the post office.

I never figured out why, but I loved it.

Man, I wanted to be a mailman something

fierce when I grew up.

And then right down the street there was this candy store.

It was run by this sweet old guy called Stubs.

I remember Stubs because I couldn't manage his name, so I

used to call him Mr. Tubby.

[laughs]

He thought that was hysterical.

He was as thin as a pencil.

She'd buy me licorice, and he'd let me look at the

pictures in the comics.

After all, I couldn't read that.

-Why remember that?

What was so special about the candy store?

-One day, Mom--

Emily--

was, uh, chatting with Mr. Stubs, and suddenly she put

her hand to her forehead and said something

like, I feel funny.

And then she just fell to the floor and didn't move.

I thought she was playing a game, so I'm, like, pushing

her and laughing.

Then the ambulance came and lots of people

running around and--

and they took her away.

Mr. Stubs picked me up in the air, says, well, lad, what are

they going to do with you?

That's why I remember Mr. Stubs' candy store.

-What part of town was this in?

-You got me there.

I was four, going on five.

Who knew geography?

I could barely find my way to the bathroom.

-Mr. Stubs' candy store.

Well, it's a start.

-It's not going to be in there.

The buy was pretty old even back then.

He must have cashed his chips by now.

-Yeah, but you said the candy store was near a post office.

-One second.

Sir--

-Wait a minute, now.

-Excuse me, ma'am, just give me a second.

Now look--

[shouting]

[music playing]

-Sir, could you just give me one more second.

-Oh, Mr. Stubs.

-Oh, they're always [inaudible].

-You're going down in three moves, Harry.

-Mr. Stubs?

-That's right, son.

-My name is Richie Ryan.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Lady at the retirement home said I'd find you here.

-Every afternoon.

-You used to run a candy store on Baltimore Street.

-For 30 years.

Sold it last March.

Now it's some sort of game store with a bunch of weirdos

hanging around.

I remember your place.

I used to come in when I was a kid.

What are you now, an old man?

-No, I mean, when I was really young.

Do you remember Emily Ryan?

-Emily?

Of course.

Oh, that's reaching back some.

Licorice-- you used to love licorice, right?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

Oh, you were a cute little kid, yeah.

Always gave you a little extra, as I recall.

Emily, yeah, she came in every Friday.

I used to cash her check for her.

-You have a great memory, Mr. Stubs.

-Oh, people who came into my store got service with a

capital S. Ever forgot them, they never forgot me.

That's the way I ran my business.

Poor Emily.

Yeah, I remember that day as if it was yesterday.

She collapsed right in front of me there in the store--

brain hemorrhage.

She was barely 30.

-I wasn't sure if I remembered it right.

-I'm afraid so, lad.

Next thing I hear, they'd whisked

you off to an orphanage.

-Wasn't there a Mr. Ryan?

-Oh, sure, yeah.

But they'd split up by then.

Yeah, I still see Jack hanging around.

-He lives here in this city?

-As far as I know.

He, uh, used to be at the Spinning Wheel

Hotel over on Madison.

-Uh-huh.

[car honking]

-Thanks very much, Mr. Stubs.

-Nice to see you.

-Nice to see you too.

We're golden, MacLeod.

It's probably a CIA front, you know, deep cover.

-That is about as deep as it gets.

Well--

-No, Mac.

If this is my dad, I need to do this alone.

On the other hand, we still could catch the second half of

the basketball game.

What?

-Richie, it's up to you.

-He probably doesn't even live here anymore.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Jack Ryan.

-I never heard of him.

Then again, I only lived here for a couple of months.

He might have lived here before me.

-Who would know?

Think he might have left the landlord a forwarding address?

-Are you crazy?

You move in here, you put your rent in the drop

box, you move out.

People like to remain anonymous, you know what I

mean?

-Yeah.

So you never knew him?

-You're too young to be a cop, kid.

What's your interest in finding

this Jack Ryan character?

-I think he may be my father.

-Maybe?

-I never knew my folks.

-Let me tell you something, kid, I knew my father.

And I wish to god I'd never laid eyes on the bastard.

You might be better off not knowing.

[groans]

-What happened to your finger?

-I broke it playing chess.

Funny.

Never thought of that as a contact sport.

-Listen, if you do come across a Jack Ryan, can

you give me a call?

-Antiques.

I'll keep my ears open.

-Thanks, I appreciate it.

Stay cool.

Oh, listen, what's your name, in c--

[knocking]

-Oh, who is it now?

-How's the finger, Joe?

-It hurts like hell.

-Well, then I'm a happy man.

Let's talk.

Man should always take pride in his work, Joe.

I read books on anatomy for months when I got this job.

I know the human form from head to toe.

I know what breaks.

I know what hurts.

And I know what bursts when you hit it just right.

[chuckles]

-You know what day this is today, Joe?

Huh?

I mean, besides laundry day.

-It's Wednesday.

-Right.

Day number two.

I don't know.

I don't see any money around here.

Stay where you are, Joe.

I don't see 50 grand in neatly stacked bills waiting for me

to take to Mrs. Gustavson.

-I don't know, what-- what do you got it

hidden here in the underwear?

Huh?

-I haven't got it yet.

-I'm sorry.

I didn't quite catch that.

-I said I haven't got the money yet.

-Oh.

-[shouts]

[groans]

Oh, no.

For the love of god.

-God doesn't love you, Joe.

Nobody loves you.

Now you know what happens on day two.

-Please, please, I swear I will get you the money.

I know where to put my hands on it, I swear.

I've been talking to people.

-Who have you been talking to, Joe?

-That kid.

You must have seen him on your way in, huh?

He's connected.

He's got rich friends.

They're gonna front me the 50, but tomorrow.

-Well, that's great.

But tomorrow's tomorrow, and today's today.

-[shouts]

Oh!

[groaning]

-Here's what we're going to do--

seeing as I'm such a busy man and these little visits are so

time consuming, I'm going to take you at your word.

I'm going to trust that you're going to have the money here

by tomorrow.

Because if you don't--

-[shouts]

- --I'll have your whole hand.

I'll cut it off, and I'll watch you eat it--

finger by finger, with a little ketchup on the side.

Have a nice day, Joe.

-Hello.

-Hey, how you doing?

You, uh, you found something already?

-No, not exactly.

-So it's-- it's great to see you.

But, like, what are you doing here?

-Oh, this is going to be tough for me.

-Uh-huh.

-I've never been exactly a steady guy.

Life's never been easy.

-Welcome to the club.

-In fact, I spend most of my life behind the eight ball.

-Look, I don't mean to be rude.

But it's getting a little boring.

-[sighs]

I lied to you earlier, kid.

Um, I changed my name, thought it would change my life.

And by the time I was ready to find you, it was too late and

I was too old.

You see, Richie, my real name is Jack Ryan.

I'm your father.

-Now your uncle Bart, he paid his way through school by

picking up side bets at all the

Cleveland Indian home games.

He'd, uh, pick up the money from his regulars as he went

up and down the stadium selling hot dogs.

And then the next day he'd pay the winners back by putting

the money inside the hot dog bun and just

sliding it down the aisle.

Thought you wanted to hear about your family.

-Why did you leave?

-I have thought about that for a lot of years.

I just had this wild hair.

I had these dreams.

-And you didn't want a kid around to screw them up.

-It is not that, kid.

The fact is--

the fact is when my son--

when you were born, I couldn't have come home if I'd wanted.

-I used to think you were a spy on-- on some mission.

-Well, it was something like that.

Mission.

[laughs]

Yeah, it was in Leavenworth.

Then when I got out, my wife--

your mother-- she'd already taken you for parts unknown.

She died.

Emily died.

I thought you knew that.

-I'm really sorry to hear that, kid.

-I just--

I just thought that since--

-No, it's the story of my life, kid.

They'll put it on my tombstone--

old Jack Ryan never had a clue.

-What was she like, my mother?

She was a real gem, kid.

She's patient, funny.

She had a great sense of humor, that woman.

And she liked kids.

She wanted a real big family.

Smart--

too smart for a guy like me.

-But you left her.

You loved her.

You knew she was having your kid and you left her.

How can anybody do that?

-Well, it comes down to that same thing, doesn't it, kid?

It comes down to that one thing that changes your whole

life forever.

Look, if I could live my whole life over again--

but at the time, I--

I thought I was a guy with ambition.

And I--

I thought I saw a chance.

It was sitting up on a shelf like--

like one of those little Russian dolls, hollow.

You know those?

-Yeah.

-And you open it, and then there's another one insight.

Only, there's nothing there.

And then you open the next one and the next one and

the next one and--

the next thing you know you're 53 years old and you're

holding this tiny, little doll.

And you look at it and it ain't much, but you think

maybe inside there's--

there's a diamond.

Come on, let me buy you a hot dog, eh?

-Hey, you're looking so serious.

-Sorry.

Is he still here?

-They're still out.

They certainly have enough to talk about.

-Maybe.

-What are you thinking?

-Nothing.

I'm going out.

-OK.

Don't tell me anything, ever.

Richie looks for his long lost father, Richie finds his long

lost father.

It's too easy.

-Why would he do it?

They aren't giving out medals to runaway fathers.

-Maybe he wants something else.

I want to ask around.

-You did that like you had lots of practice.

-Oh, and you are?

-Oh, just another friend of Joe's.

-Oh, I thought Jack Ryan lived here.

-Jack Ryan?

Maybe that is his real name.

A traveling men like him needs a lot of names.

They get used up in a hurry.

-What do you want with him?

-For a man who just broke in here, you sure do

ask a lot of questions.

Joe--

Jack, if you like--

wanted some advice on his financial future.

Doesn't look like he's going to show up, though.

Always nice to meet a mutual friend of Joe's--

Jack's, whatever.

-Nice meeting you.

[car honking]

-So this guy's, like, nuts because of the fake I made.

So I go in for a clean lay-up.

-You know, if I had known that you like basketball so much, I

would have got us tickets.

-No, that's OK.

Living here OK for you?

-Yeah, well, it's not exactly Trump Tower.

-Mac.

-I let myself in.

I hope you don't mind.

-No, no.

So-- so you're Mac, huh?

Richie's been telling me a lot about you, but I'm

glad to meet you.

You've taken real good care of my boy.

-Yeah, I wanted to meet you too.

-Yeah, well, now you have.

I guess this place doesn't give a very good impression.

-Hey, guy lives where he can.

Mac's been around.

-Yeah, I can tell that just looking at him.

-You look like you've been around too.

-You should hear some of his stories.

-Oh, I'd like that.

JOE [OFFSCREEN]: Nothing that would impress a guy like you.

-Well, you never know.

Truth can be stranger than friction.

-Yeah, that is what they said.

-Well, I guess I'd better get going.

-Hey, come on, stick around.

Jack will tell you about my cousins and stuff.

-Yeah, sure, sure.

Uh, there's no need for you to rush off.

-Another time.

Oh, there was a guy in here looking for you,

big guy, long hair.

Said he was your financial advisor.

-He-- he's just an old pal of mine, a real joker.

-Well, nice to meet you, Jack.

Richie's a good kid.

-You don't have to tell me that.

-Good.

-Listen, I uh--

I need to go ask him a couple things about work.

I'll be right back.

-OK.

I'll just straighten up here.

-No, Mac--

Mac, Mac, Mac.

Hey, hey, what was that all about in there?

You treated him like he was rat poison.

-Rich, he's a--

-He's my old man, OK?

He may not be much in your eyes.

But he's all I got here.

If I can make it work, what is your problem?

-We'll talk later, OK?

-[sighs]

Yeah, later.

-Yes, I--

I'll need it by next Friday.

Yes.

That would be perfect.

Goodbye.

Oh, that was quite a walk.

-Yeah, well, we had to go to a couple stores.

Jack needed some things.

Uh, listen, Tessa, um, I know this is weird.

But I was wondering if Jack could stay here for a few

days.

-If it's any bother, any at all, I--

I can stay somewhere else.

-What happened to your apartment?

-Well, I'm a little overdue with the rent.

And the landlord was taking my things.

-Jack's between jobs, just a couple of days, honest.

-We'll have to ask Mac.

-Yeah.

Where'd he go anyway?

-Your drink, Mrs. Gustavson.

-He wasn't there, but somebody else was--

a man who said he was looking for Jack Ryan.

-Maybe he was.

Maybe he got the wrong address.

-Or maybe he knows sometimes we don't.

Hey, you followed me.

Maybe you weren't looking for Joe, huh?

May you were looking for me.

-I just want some information about the man living in that

apartment, whatever his name is.

-He owes you money, right?

Well, get in line, or get lost.

-What do you know about Joe Scanlon, or uh--

-Hey, I told you--

[grunts]

-Go for your gun and I'll make you eat it.

Can I ask you a question?

-Joe Scanlon worked for me.

Now he owes me a lot of money.

And just remember, if you're trying to collect from him

too, we're first.

-Thank you.

-Oh, get up, Clinch.

You're making a spectacle of yourself.

-Hey.

Where did you learn that?

-From the people that invented it.

-I uh--

[laughing]

-Hope you won't be too uncomfortable

sleeping on the floor.

-I could sleep lengthwise on a railroad tie and have.

I'm just afraid to breathe in here.

I might break something that costs more than my life is

worth.

-This ain't even the expensive stuff.

Come look at this.

This is my favorite, solid gold.

-That's beautiful.

-So's the price.

-How can you be so sure he's not Jack Ryan.

He's told Richie so many things about his life, about

his mother.

-He's sold you too, hasn't he?

He's a con man.

He wants something.

-What?

-Tessa, take a look around.

He sees the shop.

He sees Richie living here.

He sees a meal ticket.

-You can't see any other reason, can you?

This man left his wife, his family.

Maybe he wants something he lost.

-And you believe that?

-People can change.

-Oh, they sure can.

It takes centuries.

-I hate arguing with you.

You always bring up that--

-Oh, Tessa, come on.

- --for 400 years you've been looking over your shoulder,

and now you--

you don't trust anybody.

He's just a human being.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

-It's OK.

It's just--

it's Richie we've got to worry about now.

This Jack or Joe, he became a father too quickly, just when

he needed a place to hide.

Someone's got to talk to Richie.

-Can't it wait until morning?

-Yeah, I can wait till morning.

Richie.

What's the matter?

-He took it.

He took the mask.

-I gave the police a full description of the mask.

And if Jack or Joe or whatever his name is--

-Now they're out there in the car laughing

their ass off at me.

-Nobody's laughing at you, Richie.

-It's not like I really believed he was my father.

It's not.

[laughs]

I mean, yeah, the old guy lays down a pretty good line.

But who do you think you're talking to here?

Made up all that stuff about my mother, too.

He probably didn't even know her.

Like it really matters where you come from.

-Richie, it matters.

Of course it matters.

-Hey, they smell a tusker.

Steady, lads.

-Father.

-It's the devil.

-Father, it is me, Duncan.

You know me, do you not.

He recognizes me, but my own flesh and blood does not.

They let me wander away from all men.

-You'll not beguile me thus, be ye from heaven or hell.

-I am your son!

-No!

And you never were.

The night my lady wife gave birth to my only son stillborn

was brought into a chamber by a peasant woman, a bore child,

to replace that which was lost.

-I do not believe you.

-It's the truth, or God strike me dead.

And when the midwife looked into your eyes, aye, for it

was you the peasant brought in, she cringed back in fear

and said you were a changeling left by the forest demons, and

we shall cast you out for the dogs.

-But you did not.

-No.

I saw the look on my lady's face and we took you in and

banished the midwife.

May God forgive me.

We buried my wee son and put you in his place.

And no man ever knew you were not of my blood.

You are my heir.

-And where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where do I come from?

Where?

Where do I come from?

Where?

I am Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod!

-You never found out who your real parents were?

-No.

But after a couple of hundred years, you get over it.

One day so will you.

-Yeah, it's me, Joe Scanlon.

I got something for you that's worth more than what I owe

you, a lot more.

Yeah, I'll be there, but the cops are looking for me.

It's going to take a while.

Yeah, I said I'll be there.

-Mac, Richie's gone.

-I think I knew where.

-Joe, Jack, whoever you are, open the door.

Let me in, now!

-Airport.

Oh, damn.

Damn it, kid.

-Come on, buddy.

The airport.

-Well, what have we here?

-Everybody's looking for our man, Joe, including this guy.

-Friend of yours?

-Never hear of him.

-Hey, be nice to Mrs. Gustavson.

Scanlon said he was getting the money from this guy.

-So you decided to cut out the middle man.

-Yeah, why not?

-Money?

Hey, this guy ripped off my friends.

He put on his afterburners and split.

-And I hope for your sake that isn't true.

-It isn't.

I've got what you want.

And it is worth four times what I owe you.

-If that thing's as hot as I think it is, we'll be lucky to

fence it for 10% of that.

-Then I'll fence it myself.

I can do better than that.

-What?

And leave Bart Simpson here as collateral?

-Oh, no deal.

The kid leaves now.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

-Who is he to you?

-He's my dad.

-Run, kid.

[shouts]

[grunting]

-Here you go, MacLeod.

-Thanks.

-You OK?

-Yeah, I am.

-I know, I know.

-Look, I'm sorry.

-It's OK.

-We're leaving now.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: You did what you had to do.

[laughs]

-Clinch, you're fired.

-Hey, Richie.

Is this a seasonal thing that we rearrange

everything in here?

-An artist should never grow complacent.

Change is good.

-You compensating for me?

-Right.

Did Joe get off all right?

-I put him on a bus to Tucson.

-What's in Tucson?

-A little doll with a diamond in it.

I uh, I saw Mr. Stubs in the park on my way back.

I wanted to ask him more stuff about my mother.

Turns out that check she got every Friday was

from a foster agency.

She was a foster mother, my foster mother.

So I guess I'll never know where I came from.

-I'm so sorry, Richie.

-Hey, you get to decide who you are.

Not many people get that chance.

[engine revving]

-Got her tuned up nice.

They'll hear you coming now.

-I noticed.

-[chuckles]

Kind of makes a statement, you know?

-Yeah, well, what am I saying when I make this statement?

I don't know, uh, here I am, world, something like that.

-Well, that's your statement.

My statement is more, I'm just passing through.

-Ah, you're just passing through.

Hey, you want me to tune it back down?

It's your car.

Just one more time.

-Go for it.