Previously on Journeyman:
n't control when I go.
I seem to come back to the present
when I finish some chapter in the lives
of the people that I'm tracking.
Who's the lucky woman who got my fianc?
So if it feels like a dream, then maybe
it's something you're doing to yourself.
The MRI didn't find anything, but maybe it's something else.
Katie, I'm going back. I can feel it.
Katie?
Yeah.
Jack's Katie?
Did he tell you he saw Livia?
It's interesting. Don't you think
that whatever he's doing
takes him right back to her?
Do you come back dead? I'm not gonna die.
I'm doing some research. On what?
Tachyons. Tachyons?
Particles that travel faster than the speed of light.
Katie...
Olivia knows what you do.
Livia does what I do.
Welcome back.
I'm not trying
to break you and Katie up, Dan.
You're doing fine by yourself.
Where you been?
What is that in your pocket?
And I'm not in the mood for a punch line.
Don't worry. It's...
You can't keep going on like this, Katie.
It's complicated, Jack.
DAN: What else?
Oh, we need lemongrass and artichokes
and heirloom tomatoes.
Lemongrass?
Yeah, I know. Mom's decided
that we can't eat anything out of boxes
or tubes anymore.
What about ice cream sandwiches?
She stops those, we're moving out.
(dog barks) Sorry.
Hey, look. Who's he with?
Doesn't matter. It's Jack.
She'll be somebody else next week.
(chuckles)
Hey, Jack. Hey.
What are you doing here?
Apparently, my diet's lethal.
Too many donuts, that it?
Time to let the holster out?
Oh, sorry. Theresa Sanchez,
this is Katie, Dan.
ALL: Hi.
Nice to meet you up there.
Jack talks about you all the time.
Oh, really? Well...
So, how'd you guys meet? In the ER.
I'm stitching a guy up while he's taking a statement.
Dream date.
You know me. I'm all about the romance.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Cheese guy's here.
Oh, I love him.
Oh, so cheese is okay, just not cheesecake?
ZACK: Awesome.
Cool.
How do they do that?
Practice, buddy.
Can you do that?
No.
Zack, listen to me.
We got to go, all right?
Not yet!
We got to find Mom, all right?
Got to find Mom.
Dad, my hat!
Dad?
(thunder crashing)
My God.
(coyote howls)
You are awful!
Jack, you seen Dan? No.
He was just here.
He's pretty good at evaporating these days.
Yeah. Zack's with him.
I can't reach him on my cell.
Take it easy. How far could he have gone?
I don't know.
Do you have any idea where they were heading?
No. I think Zack might be separated from his father.
(dialing)
Hey, it's Vasser.
I'm at the corner of Collingwood and Market.
I got a priority 807.
Don't worry. We'll find him.
Is something going on?
My brother.
(thunder rumbling)
(grunting)
Where's my case?! What?
Black plastic case!
You know where we are?
I don't even know when we are.
TLF TLF
TLF
Katie? Katie?
Where is he? Upstairs.
Where'd you go, Dan?
I got sick. Vertigo or...
What, you fall into the bay? Jack...
Why didn't you call?
Jack, stop. Come on!
Lost his son in a public place,
he can't call his wife and tell her?
Look at him!
How can this be okay with you?
What the hell's going on here?
Last week you had a handgun at a fundraiser.
Jack, this is a family matter.
Yeah, and he's my brother.
What the hell's going on?
Jack...
Jack, we have a problem and it's serious
and it's personal, and right now
I just need you to trust me, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Wow, you, you've made enabling an art form, Kate.
Dan... we got careless, both of us.
Zack was terrified. He just...
How do we do this...
with you just vanishing?
I don't know. Right now,
I just got to go and talk to Zack, okay?
Yeah.
Dan,
clean up first.
(video game trilling)
I'm sorry about leaving you today.
Where did you go?
I-I got sick.
Got dizzy and I lost you in the crowd.
I thought you could see over people.
I can usually.
What's this, bud?
I'm making a sign for the 'Niners game
so Mom can see us on TV.
All right, yeah.
Want to help me?
I'd love to.
Tomorrow after work, all right?
Okay. Really?
Dan...
I bought the tickets six months ago.
I promised him we'd go together.
Well, things are a little different now.
I know, but this doesn't seem like the time
to tell him that we can't go.
He's seven, Kate.
He's not gonna understand any of this.
Honestly, being seven might help.
1.5% this quarter?
This month.
Wait a minute.
Down 1.5 points of circulation this month alone?
That's a precipitous decline.
Precipitous?
That's a freefall, gentleman.
John, what's going on with the buyout
of the senior reporters?
Everyone's come forward.
We're gonna have to cut deeper.
We're pretty lean right now.
We're not lean enough.
I see a whole lot of people running around out there.
Yeah, doing their jobs.
I don't doubt that they are, Hugh.
But you don't care.
And any additional cutbacks
will leave us open to age and discrimination lawsuits.
Oh, yeah, and weaken the paper.
Here we go.
You got to like a guy who's got the bag
to hijack a plane and bail out with a hundred grand.
No, you really don't.
So why you looking him up? Story.
You got something on him? Maybe.
'Cause that'd be huge.
Dylan McCleen's just the name he brought the tickets under.
Nobody knows who he really is.
I know that, Jesse.
You need any help? What?
I'm a floater.
Research a tattoo for me:
lightning bolt, star on the left, sun on the right.
See what you can find.
You got it.
This newspaper's bleeding, Hugh.
Ad revenues are down 15% for the year.
Internet has decimated our classified section
and we have some reporters here
who only file a couple times a year.
We're not Vanity Fair.
Newspapers are never profit machines, Lane.
You want to make money, invent a search engine.
And that 1.5 is better than last quarter.
Which means we're pulling out of our dive.
What about Vasser?
What about him? He works hard.
And he's expensive.
Hey, you want to hurt this paper,
get rid of Dan Vasser.
I don't want to hurt the newspaper.
I want to keep it running.
That's an Army Ranger tattoo.
You're fast.
75th Regiment. Do you really think
that Dylan McCleen was a Ranger?
Could be. Well, they did long-range recon
in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos.
Hasn't every morsel been picked from that carcass?
Dan's onto something new.
Like what?
A lead. Who he was, or is. Really?
How much would you love that?
Quite a bit.
Course, you have a better chance
of getting a Q&A with Jimmy Hoffa, but surprise me.
REPORTER: In Washington today, President Ford issued
an Executive Order establishing a commission on Olympic sports.
An avid sportsman, the President hopes to insure
that America's well-represented at the upcoming...
(man speaks foreign language)
Can I come back?
Excuse me.
(speaks foreign language)
How the hell do you keep finding me?
Who are you?
I'm nobody.
Are you Green Beret?
No. How did you know my landing zone?
I didn't. I was just there.
In the middle of the woods
at night? You're special ops.
No. I saw what you did out there.
No one disappears that fast but us.
Dylan...
That's not my name.
Why are you following me?
I have no idea.
Who's the guy in the picture?
You looking for him?
What? You want money?
No. I want to help you.
Why?!
You follow me again...
Just gonna watch me get stabbed?
What do you want me to do, hurl myself onto his knife?
It doesn't work like that.
Oh, really?
Where's Dad?
He's working late, sweetie.
He said he was gonna help me with the sign.
I know he did, honey.
He will.
This new job of his, it's real tough on him.
On everybody.
(knocking)
Who is it?!
SFPD.
Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Vasser.
Wilson Hargraves,
SFPD. Is everything okay?
We're investigating a robbery
at a liquor store the night of your fund-raiser.
It's a place a couple of blocks away.
Hey, honey.
Could you go upstairs and play for a few minutes?
Okay. Okay.
Come on in. Thank you.
DAN: Dylan McCleen. You haven't heard of Dylan McCleen?
He's the guy who...
He hijacked a plane.
I told you I haven't.
What's your problem?
Sorry.
I've been on the road a lot.
It's taking its toll on the family.
Tell me about it.
Do you have a family?
(car horn honks)
No.
Well, I do. I've got a son.
His name's Zack.
That's nice.
I'm doing a lousy job of raising him.
I keep get sucked out of his life
at all the wrong times.
Right now he thinks that I don't love him.
So. See? No secrets with me.
That's hard.
I'm sorry.
Two hot dogs, two sodas, please.
You worried that I won't be able
to handle that you have a husband and family?
No, Dan. I know you can handle that.
Why are you still here?
Why are you keeping an eye on me?
What are you doing here?
How are you gonna pay for lunch?
I thought so.
It's becoming a problem.
I told you to buy old currency.
It's expensive.
Katie checked it out.
$2.95.
$2.95? It's a miracle.
Sticker shock.
You were co-chair of the benefit at the museum?
Is that right? That's correct.
I'd love to see a guest list, if I could.
I'd rather not.
We promise discretion to our donors.
We promise to arrest people who commit armed robberies.
Can I get that to you tomorrow?
You were at the event all night?
I was co-chair. Yes.
And your husband?
He attended.
You didn't see anyone there with a gun, did you?
No. I never saw a gun, no.
Okay.
Well, um...
Listen, get me that list by tomorrow, if you can.
Here's my card.
Well, I... I really hope you get the guy.
Oh, we have a half dozen witnesses,
a cabbie who gave him a ride.
a camera phone shot.
I think we'll find him.
Can I ask you a question?
And I-I don't mean to be flip.
Sure. Did the owner of the store say
it was a man in a tuxedo who robbed him?
I mean, isn't that where you should start?
Well, the owner of the store was pistol-whipped
within an inch of his life.
He's in a coma, so we can't start there.
You have a good night, Mrs. Vasser.
Yeah.
Look at me. Do you really think I'd rob a liquor store?
No, but I didn't think you'd come armed
to a black-tie fundraiser either.
And people go to prison all the time
for crimes they didn't commit.
It's gonna be okay.
How's Zack?
He's not great.
Jack says he'll take him to the game.
You have to tell him that you're not going, Dan.
I will. I'll do it tonight.
How was your day?
Fine.
I think I got a story
on Dylan McCleen. The hijacker?
Yeah.
You met him back there.
Yeah.
Can you imagine?
Uncovering the identity of Dylan McCleen.
It sounds like you're enjoying yourself.
It has its adrenaline moments, that's all.
And the Livia part?
No.
You're an adrenaline guy, Dan.
You liked the action when you were gambling.
Maybe you want two women in different time zones.
Katie... No, I mean, you know,
technically, it wouldn't be cheating
if it's in the past.
I was sleeping with Jack. Maybe you should sleep
with Livia back there. So if I'm with Livia
back there, you can start sleeping
with Jack here, right?
What?
Not funny?
(sighs)
Honey, I'd trade adrenaline rush for marital bliss any day.
I know.
Maybe if I just held onto you.
We could try it.
(chuckles)
I'm gonna go see Zack.
Okay.
I love you.
♪ Johnny was a hoolboy
♪ When he heard his first Beatles song ♪
♪ "Love Me Do," I think it was and from there ♪
♪ It didn't take him long
♪ Got himself a guitar
♪ Used to play every night
♪ Now he's in a rock 'n' roll outfit ♪
♪ And everything's all right
♪ Don't you know...
♪ Johnny told his mama, "Hey, Mama, I'm going away ♪
♪
♪ Gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star someday ♪
Three dollars' worth?
Right away, sir.
Excuse me.
A man is looking for you; he's a soldier.
Does anyone speak English here?
Yes, sir.
Not you. Can I, can I borrow your pen?
Hey, wait.
Thanks.
♪ Don't you know that you are a shooting star? ♪
Captain Rich?
You speak English?
Is that his name?
(speaking foreign language) (speaking foreign language)
Where are you going? Where do you live?
New job in the Valley.
We must leave now.
Wait.
I need to speak to you about Captain Rich.
He leave me.
He said he'd help get my family here, but he did not.
I wait long time for Captain Rich; he no come.
Captain Rich has been looking all over this city for you.
I moved to Oakland.
Now I move to Sacramento.
I follow work.
He has the money now to help your family.
Please,
please don't leave.
(tires squeal)
(door opens)
♪ Johnny looked around him
♪ And said, "Well, I made the big time"... ♪
(man speaking foreign language)
♪ Don't you know?
♪ Don't you know that you are a shooting star? ♪
My name is Choung Seng.
Dan.
♪ Pickin' up the pieces of my sweet shattered dream... ♪
DAN: Do you know his first name?
CHOUNG: Captain Rich.
My children call him "chaka chacout."
It means "crazy dog."
(chuckles)
He gave me this.
He helped me to escape, to come here.
What happened to him?
I do not know.
He was supposed to help get my family out of Cambodia.
I never would have left without them, but...
he... promised he could get them out
and then he leave.
Where is he now?
I don't know.
You do not know?
You said he was here.
Where do you live? How can I reach you?
Do you, you have a job?
I quit Pacific Dragon today.
I have no job.
Go back to Pacific Dragon,
get your job back, and give me that medal.
No. Please, I...
Please, I just... I need it to help you. No.
(grunts)
I'm sorry.
Hey!
(phone rings) Good morning.
I need to know all I can about an Army Ranger
named Captain Rich-- Southeast Asia, Special Ops.
Do you think this is McCleen?
Maybe.
Uh, first name?
Don't have it.
Okay, that's going to make it hard.
Yeah, probably.
HUGH: How's Dylan McCleen coming?
I think I'm onto something, Hugh.
Like his identity?
Yeah.
Can you give me another day?
We've waited 32 years for this story.
We can wait a day.
Are you serious about this, Dan?
I think I'm onto something, Hugh,
and if it's not, I'll kill it.
(chuckles)
Can I help you?
You're Dan Vasser. Yes.
I'm Elliot Langley from Lawrence Livermore.
Oh. I was speaking at USF.
I thought since I was in the neighborhood...
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, hmm?
(chuckling): Yeah, uh, let's go somewhere we can talk.
So... how do you know my father?
I had just started at NASA.
Your father was covering the shuttle prototype.
You had questions about tachyons?
You know, I'm pretty sure we spoke on the phone once
about ten, maybe 15 years ago.
Really? Yeah.
Maybe I was looking for your father.
Maybe.
You have a very good memory, though.
Look, I wasn't entirely forthcoming.
I'm not doing a story on funding at Stanford.
Is that right?
It's not something I...
like people to know around here,
but... I'm working on a book.
It has a science fiction element.
Time travel? Yes.
The rules haven't changed much since Einstein.
Ultimately, whether it's wormholes or warp drives,
time travel requires you to go 186,000 miles per second.
The speed of light. That's the rub
because so far
nothing has demonstrated an ability to do that.
What about tachyons?
Theoretical particles, never proven to exist.
So time travel is impossible?
No, just not proven.
500 years ago, we knew Pluto didn't exist.
Five years ago, we knew it was a planet.
Now we know it's not.
Did Pluto change? No.
Did our understanding of Pluto? Yes.
You're an expert, Dr. Langley.
Do you think time travel is possible?
Until you prove to me you can or can't, I don't know.
How does w doesotagonist get around?
I... dabble in fiction myself.
He just does.
Actually, he wants to find a way to control it.
Stopt.
He claims to be bfalling throug
randomly.
Maybe a hoybe le.
How terribly inconvenient.
Yeah.
Any idea what might be doing that?
Spontaneous symmet bsyreakage.
Perturbation in the local dark energy density.
God.
Are people taking advantage of him?
Not yet.
would be very valuable.
Right?
Yeah, yeahI , guess.
I hope I've been somheenlp.
You have. Yes.
I should go.
Let me know if you want to talk more about this.
I will. Thank you.
Do you validate?
Sadly, no.
Well, then...
You're good at this. You could do this for a living.
Can you get us on the field after the game?
(cell phone rings)
I don't know if I can do that, bud.
Why?
I'm not sure that I can go to the game.
What?
I got to work.
But Uncle Jack's gonna take you.
You promised.
I know, I know, Z.
I got this big new project. I'm sorry.
(phone rings)
(phone beeps) I'll be two seconds, okay?
Hello?
JESSE: Not doing so well on Captain Rich.
(sighs): Wow, they said you were good.
Okay, first of all, it's Special Ops,
so it's not like there's a facebook.
And second, a first name would help.
I'll take anything,
an address, medical record of any vet named Captain Rich
living in San Francisco in the '70s.
I don't care if he was a chaplain.
Aye, aye.
(phone beeps off)
Katie...
Katie!
Katie, I got to leave!
Hey.
Sorry.
Dylan!
That sucks.
This assignment's a bitch.
They're all a bitch. I just need a name.
If I could only find McCleen's real name,
I could find him. What do you know about him?
He was Special Ops in Cambodia during the Vietnam War.
I just need my laptop.
Wait, Dan, listen. How did people
survive back here? What? Dan.
I know someone here you can talk to.
A photojournalist
covered the Vietnam War.
No. Why not?
I thought I wasn't supposed to mess with things.
You're not. Just get what you need and get out of there.
He won't know you.
Dan...
let's go visit your father.
Vertigo?
That's what he said.
That's usually an inner ear problem.
How's his hearing? Dan's?
Yeah. I think he hears fine.
He just doesn't listen.
Well, they seemed really nice.
Katie's beautiful.
Oh, yeah, Katie's great.
So, uh, how many dates are required
for a full disclosure?
Normally, I'd say 20,
but since you just brought it up...
I'm gonna go with five.
No, we'll go with 20.
No, buddy, you don't get to do that,
open that door and then walk away.
You were a woman.
I'm hurt that you could even consider that a possibility.
I'm a doctor. I know what's possible.
And you have delicate hands.
I used to date Katie.
Wow.
Like, once or twice?
For a couple years.
There's nothing between me and Katie.
And yet you felt the need to tell me that.
Katie and I were over long before Dan stepped in.
Oh, this is too good.
Hi.
Hi, it's nice to see you again.
You, too.
So I hope I'm not interrupting.
Actually, I have to get back to work.
Oh, no, please, don't go.
I'm just dropping something off.
No, really, I do actually have to leave.
It's a hospital. We never close.
Thanks for lunch. Got it.
I'll see you later.
See you. Bye.
(clears throat)
Niners tickets.
Thanks for helping out. Sure.
So, uh,
I got to go. There's a thing at Zack's school.
Okay. Good seeing you.
Drop in on my next date.
You couldn't have given me a heads-up
about the interrogation?
Oh, you met Hargraves.
Yeah. He wanted to know how we were spending the booty.
He's just doing his job.
So, you didn't send him?
No. This is his investigation.
I'm Homicide.
If the owner dies, you might see more of me.
Jack, Dan didn't do it.
So, uh, Theresa.
I like her.
Yeah, she's fun.
But don't get too comfortable. It might not last.
Why?
You'll laugh.
What?
She doesn't want to have kids.
(laughs)
Wow. You live long enough...
Um, so, when did you have this epiphany?
Not too long ago. It's time.
I just need a fertile Myrtle, and I'm good to go.
Someone who'll order in Chinese with you and watch South Park?
Oh, please. I'll die alone if I wait for perfection.
That's a good point.
(elevator bell dings)
You okay? Yeah.
Come on.
LIVIA: You see him?
No.
Hey, do you know where I could find Frank Vasser?
(quietly): Thanks.
How old were you when he left?
Zack's age.
Ooh. I got to go.
Okay. Bye.
Go, Dan.
Frank?
Dan Carson, UPI. I'm doing a story on war correspondents.
Could I talk to you for a second?
Sorry, Ford's in town.
Got to get to the St. Francis.
Take your pictures, meet deadline,
then off to the Washbag to decompress, right?
Do I know you?
Herb Caen told me about you. Ten minutes.
(sighs)
Five.
You can't drop a half a million tons of bombs on a country
just 'cause it's next to Vietnam
and not expect people to go crazy.
Yeah, no kidding.
We were over there
when the Khmer Rouge rolled into Phnom Penh.
Just teenage boys in red scarves yelling,
waving guns around.
It was, uh...
It was real ugly.
How long were you there?
Four months.
Had a hotel pool till a water buffalo died in it.
Must have been hard on your family.
Traveling comes with the job.
You know, it puts a roof over their heads.
There's a soldier I'm looking for.
Army Ranger Special Ops guy.
He was in Cambodia around that time.
A Captain Rich?
You get a first name? No.
Well, if I knew a Captain Rich,
I doubt he'd tell me he was Special Ops.
Those guys don't talk about what they did over there.
MAN: Vasser! Yeah.
What?
Your wife's on the phone.
Yeah, you know, just, uh...
just tell her I'm not going to make dinner.
I got to go.
Okay.
Thank you.
Man, you, uh, sure you don't mean Ritchie?
Sorry?
Captain John Ritchie, went into Cambodia.
Worked on the Ho Chi Minh Trail.
He got shot up over there.
He was an Army Ranger.
Where would I find him?
What's going on?
Some broad just took a shot at Ford at the St. Francis.
FRANK: Great.
Thanks a lot.
Do you know where this Ritchie might be? Where he always is.
JESSE: So, Dan has me looking for this guy
who fought in the Vietnam War.
He thinks that's Dylan McCleen? Maybe.
There's this one vets' Message Board and Buddy Search
that's really good.
Great. Bird-dog him.
Well, uh, the board is for vets. Only.
Oh, come on, Jesse.
You must be a veteran of something.
Sure, I could be.
It's a little misleading.
Is it illegal?
No.
It's the kind of stuff I used to do as a blogger, but...
Look, are you going to be quoting anybody?
Cite them as a source?
Probably not.
This is a big story.
Don't stop doing what got you hired.
(instrumental country music playing)
So, you've got a hundred grand
in walking-around money,
and you drink in this dump.
They track the serial numbers.
(pool ball clacking)
Have to be careful where I spend it.
Choung must have quite a family for you to want to spend
the rest of your life on the FBI's Most Wanted List.
How do you know his name?
I'm a reporter.
Tell me why you're looking for him.
(chuckles)
(sighs)
If I was gonna turn you in,
I would have done it by now.
I was wounded there.
His family hid me, fed me.
I promised him I'd get him out.
Couldn't the government help you?
Nah.
Everyone just wants to... forget.
Yeah, but hijacking
a plane is... Cambodia's imploding, man.
People are getting slaughtered over there.
I needed money,
and a bake sale wasn't gonna cut it.
So Choung didn't know what you were doing.
Hell, no.
After I bailed out of the plane,
they had a manhunt going for about six weeks.
I laid low until they left.
By the time I got to San Francisco,
Choung was gone.
He probably went to Cambodia
to try to get his family out by himself,
which means... they're all dead.
Maybe not.
♪ 'Twas in another lifetime
♪ One of toil and blood
♪ When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud ♪
♪ I came in from the wilderness ♪
♪ A creature void of form
♪ "Come in," she said
♪ "I'll give you shelter from the storm..." ♪
I'm not paying you
to eat.
♪ And if I pass this way again
(mumbles)
♪ You can rest assured
♪ I'll always do my best for her ♪
♪ On that I give my word
♪ In a world of steel-eyed death ♪
♪ And men who are fighting to be warm ♪
♪ "Come in," she said (mumbling)
♪ "I'll give you shelter from the storm..." ♪
Let's get out of here.
MAN: What are you doing? Who are you?
Hey, that's my dish diver.
I think he's quitting.
Oh, no, no, I got 15 tables, man. I...
(man gasps) * Everything up to that point
Then roll up your sleeves.
♪ Had been left unresolved
♪ Try imagining a place...
I'm calling the cops!
Do you know where your family is?
Yes. My friend in Thailand tell me.
Okay. You got about five minutes to pack.
We fly to Thailand tomorrow.
I never unpacked.
So what, you're just going to buy your way out?
It's a little more complicated than that.
Let's just say I still have some infrastructure there.
Well, good luck.
I think this is where I get off.
Hey, here. No, thanks.
I only need 50 grand.
Just don't spend it all in one place.
I don't want the money.
Fine.
Let me buy your jacket.
My what?
(sirens blaring)
The place is crawling with cops.
I don't need to be answering a lot of questions.
You can take it.
You can take mine.
What, and take the rap for your hijacking?
That's got to be, what, 30 to life?
Then don't get caught.
♪ With silver bracelets on her wrists ♪
♪ And flowers in her hair
Thank you.
♪ She walked up to me so gracefully ♪
♪ And took my crown of thorns... ♪
You're sitting on a pretty big story here.
Who says I'm sitting on it?
(elevator bell dings)
(phones ringing)
Huh.
(line ringing)
MAN: Hello?
Professor Choung Seng?
CHOUNG: Yes.
Professor Seng, this is Dan Vasser
from the Register.
I'm doing a story on the Khmer Rouge.
Oh.
Yeah, I know.
Uh, you had family there.
Yes.
Are they...
Are they still there?
I was one of the lucky ones.
Really?
I got my family out.
But the others...
This is kind of a bad time.
Can I call you back?
Yes, of course.
Um, I'll call you tomorrow.
Thank you.
Your name again?
Uh, Dan.
Okay, Dan.
Good-bye.
(line disconnects, dial tone buzzes)
(sighs)
Vasser? Uh, Dan?
Where you going?
Home. I really got to see my son.
No, you can't. You got to stay here.
What are you talking about? I found Captain Rich.
But actually, it's Ritchie.
Captain John Ritchie.
He's a former Army Ranger.
In Cambodia from '68 to '73.
Expert parachutist.
And, uh, oh, get this.
In 1976,
he got caught in an airport in Bali
with 12K in cash.
Think he was taking a little vacation.
(laughs)
So, what's he doing now?
He owns a custom
motorcycle shop in Mission Viejo.
Wife, couple of kids.
(exhales) It's a dry hole.
What?
I already checked out Ritchie.
He's got an alibi for the day of the flight.
He talked to FBI in '76.
Sorry.
You sure?
Positive.
Damn it.
I said I'd kill it if I didn't have it. Problem?
No.
Hello, there.
Hello.
Hi.
You're in a good mood.
I love coming home.
I just put Zack down,
if you want to go say good night.
I'd like that very much.
What's that?
Football tickets?
Three.
Let Jack keep the other two.
How much did they cost you?
Don't worry. I used some of our mad money.
(laughs) Mad money?
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God! Dan,
where did you get all that?
I knocked off a liquor store.
Dan...
Katie, Relax. Relax? You had a gun.
Now you have money. Tell me how any of that is soothing.
It's Dylan McCleen's. The hijacker?
Mm-hmm. It's a long story.
Can I say good night to Zack,
then I'll tell you about it over a glass of wine?
Sure.
(exhales)
(door opening)
I'm awake.
Hey. Guess what?
What? We're all going.
(sighs)
I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately.
It's okay, Dad.
It's not, but I'm going to try to do better.
It's okay, Dad.
I think it's cool.
You think it's cool?
I saw it, Dad.
What did you see?
You.
What did you see, Zack?
You're magic.
TLF TLF