MAN: And we used to sit there in the bleachers
in that short right field.
We could practically touch Roger Maris.
How about Mickey Mantle?
Well, Mickey, he was in center field
and that was 465 feet back then
and it was different than it is now.
Oh, hey... here you go.
Happy birthday, kiddo.
Thanks.
Okay, you go first.
Damn it. You stay right there.
I got to put more money on this, okay?
You stay.
( subway horn blows )
Dad, come on.
Wait.
Excuse me, my son...
Ten dollars, please.
Dad!
Excuse me. Excuse me, that´s my son.
Dad.
Gabe!
Dad!
Gabe!
Dad!
Gabe!
Dad!
Gabe!
Open the door!
Get off at the next stop!
Open the door!
Gabe...
get off at the next stop.
Get off at the next stop!
What began as a classic American rite of passage
a father taking his son to a baseball game
on his 11th birthday
has become the worst American nightmare.
Police say that they need your help
in finding this young man.
Without you, they say, they really don´t have...
JACK: The father says he thought that Gabe
would be at the next station.
So, he jumped the next train to meet him there.
When he wasn´t there, he came all the way down here...
checked the platform, checked the gate
then finally checked the seat.
The boy had his own ticket?
Apparently.
And then the father called
the NYPD.
Last night, 7:00.
Why the hell did they wait till this morning to call us?
I know, I know.
The Yankees are calling in
everyone who worked last night.
Hopefully someone saw something.
We don´t even know if he ever made it here.
Even if he did, it was the Red Sox last night--
over 50,000 people, 10,000 kids his own age.
Nobody would have even noticed him.
JACK: Missing 16 hours and counting.
He got on the subway at 6:05
but that´s all we know about it so far.
How do we even know that? His father´s word?
We checked his Metro card. It supports his story.
There are no eyewitnesses?
Tons of eyewitnesses...
just none that we can find.
This would´ve never happened at Shea.
It´s so sad how bitter Met fans are.
Okay, Danny, you pick up the subway detail
with the NYPD.
I want you to cover
all the way from here to the Bronx.
Got it.
I´m into convicted child abusers and pedophiles
in the same vicinity.
Check all the ones above 57th Street.
If he was lifted at that time
it was probably by somebody on there way home.
Now, Mr. Fitzgerald, we´ve got
a missing kid all over the news.
We´re going to have a ton of incoming calls, most of them bogus
but they´ve all got to be run down.
So, you want me here?
Break major protocol on the first day
that´s what happens.
( sighs )
How long does it take
to get out of his dog house?
Depends on the dog.
Don´t mind Danny.
He´s just, uh, marking his territory.
You going to polygraph the father?
We´ll see.
I hate this part.
And I-I thought he understood what I was saying
but then he wasn´t at 66th Street.
So, then I assumed
that he must have gone ahead to the stadium.
God, I don´t know what I was thinking.
I don´t know why I didn´t
just call the police right away.
Look, I understand that this is difficult.
Mrs. Freedman, uh, I´d like
to have a word with your husband
alone, if you don´t mind.
Uh... okay.
Uh, it´s time to feed the baby, anyway.
Thank you.
Are you having any financial problems?
We struggle, like everybody.
Any, um, problems in the marriage?
No, not beyond the normal marital stuff, no.
The normal marital stuff?
What does that mean exactly?
I don´t understand how this is remotely relevant to anything.
It may not be, but I have to ask.
I mean, some sick son of a bitch may be out there with my son.
You´re in here asking me questions about my marriage?
Look, I´ve worked hundreds of these cases
and certain patterns develop.
Now, I may not like the pattern
but I can´t ignore them.
You want to know what those patterns are?
When a child goes missing
whoever claims to have seen them last
is usually the one that took them
and if that person
happens to be one of the parents
the incidence doubles.
Now my gut says you´re okay
but I don´t know you.
I´m trying to get to know you so that I can help you
but I can´t help you unless you earn my trust.
Next thing you´ll be asking me to take a lie detector.
It may come to that later.
( indistinct )
Did you usually give Gabe his own ticket to hold?
No.
Why yesterday?
It was his birthday.
He´s 11, I wanted him to feel
that he was old enough to be trusted with it, okay?
Okay.
You and Gabe been fighting lately?
No.
Was he playing hooky from school?
No.
Does he have any friends
that could lead him into trouble?
No.
Is he involved with drugs?
No, he isn´t.
You think you saw him where?
Mm-hmm.
Okay, what time was that?
All right, thank you.
No, we appreciate it.
Every tip is useful.
Yeah, I seen him.
You sure?
Yeah, I´m sure.
He came upon me yesterday.
It must have been between 6:00, 6:30.
Excuse me.
This isn´t the stop
for Yankee Stadium, is it?
You got off too soon.
It´s the next one, 161st Street.
Thanks.
I like your jacket.
Thanks.
He went back up to the subway
and that was it.
Did he mention his father?
No.
Did he seem nervous or worried?
No, just seemed like a nice kid on his way to the ball game.
Thank you, sir.
Lots of little red dots.
Phone´s ringing every 15 seconds.
Must be a lot of little brown-haired kids
unaccounted for.
Look, I know people are trying to be helpful
but, for example, this lady, she keeps calling me.
She´s convinced that she saw Gabe on TV this morning
ringing the bell to open the Stock Exchange.
Trouble is, just when you think
you´ve got every nutcase in America calling your number
that´s the exact moment you get a live one. Thank you.
Well, one better
come in soon, ´cause I´m running out of push-pins.
Okay, I got a guy.
Gerald Deerborne, recently paroled.
Committed lewd acts with a minor
and neighbors saw him on 118th at a McDonald´s
with a kid fitting Gabe´s description.
What have you got around Morningside Heights?
Well, let´s see.
I got two sightings.
One at 125th and the other, I think...
Yeah, was outside the Columbia Gym.
Both are around 9:00 AM.
See?
Could be our live one.
Hey.
Need an extra body?
Maybe next time.
( phone ringing )
( sighs )
What do we got?
Neighbors saw the pervert this morning with a boy.
Sounds like the kid could be yours.
Let´s go.
Freeze!
Get down to the ground.
I didn´t do anything.
Get on the ground. I didn´t do anything.
Hands behind your back, Gerry. Easy. Stay still.
I didn´t do anything. I´m clean.
I´ll go look for the boy.
Take it easy.
You wanted to speak to me alone?
Sure, if you´ve got the time.
It´s all right; she´s finally asleep.
She´s beautiful.
Gabe could never sleep when he was her age.
He had so much energy.
I want to apologize for Bob.
He-He knows that you´re just doing your job.
It´s okay.
I don´t think I´d be as patient if I were in his shoes.
Do you have any children?
Two girls.
How old?
Six and eight.
That must be nice, having them so close together in age.
Yeah, it is.
I´ve heard that, um, if you don´t find a child
in the first 48 hours, that...
That´s not always the case.
Luckily, we´re involved in this early.
( phone rings )
Yeah?
Okay.
Uh, bring it to the office and check for prints.
Somebody showed up in Gabe´s seat yesterday
in the third inning.
Luckily, they struck up a conversation
with the people sitting around them.
He claims to have bought the ticket
from a scalper outside the stadium.
How did a scalper get Gabe´s ticket?
That´s what we´re going to find out.
MARTIN: What do you got?
The stub from Gabe´s ticket
had six partial prints on it.
I´m trying to find a match.
How´s the office treating you?
The office is fine.
I think Danny´s got a bit of a problem with me, but...
Well, when you found that he missed something
on that alibi last week
you didn´t have to bring it up in front of everybody
unless, of course, you wanted to show him up...
or show off.
( computer beeps )
Here we go.
George Lincoln.
Auto theft, petty larceny...
did ten months at Riker´s.
He lives in the Bronx.
George Lincoln? FBI.
We need to talk to you.
You recognize him?
I mean, I bought a ticket off him yesterday-- so what?
He´s been missing since yesterday
and you´re the last person to see him-- that´s "so what."
Man, I ain´t got nothing to do with that.
All I did was a little business with the kid.
Got two.
Anybody need some?
I got one.
All right, little man, let me see.
I hold it, you look.
Oh, you a smart little cracker, ain´t you?
All right, look, I´ll give you 30 bucks for it.
Face value´s $45.
Hey, man, that´s a single and the game´s about to start.
It´s the Red Sox, and it´s a sell-out.
All right, I´ll give you face.
$50.
$50 or I´m walking.
( chuckles )
I gave him $50.
He went his way, I went mine.
You see where he went?
No, man.
I mean, on to the next, you know.
Look...
I got 15 other guys that´ll put me at that stadium till 11:00.
Get their names.
He´s clean.
Smart little kid, huh?
Smart enough to blow off the Yankees.
And his father.
( sighs )
Where the hell was he going?
Okay, it´s 37 hours and he´s slipping away. Sam?
We know Gabe got to Yankee Stadium
and sold his ticket for 50 bucks.
That was 7:00 Friday night.
Question is, where was he going after that?
His parents have no idea?
No, they would have volunteered that information by now.
I can´t go back there until I have more.
Maybe it´s not like the father says.
Maybe the kid gave his old man the slip on the subway.
Why would he do that?
Well, ´cause he´s 11, and when you´re 11
going to a ball game with your dad could be lame.
Maybe you want to meet a friend
or girlfriend or whatever.
Maybe he was planning on ditching his dad
once he got to the game, but then
he got this opportunity with the subway and he took it.
If you´re right, that´s one pissed-off kid.
Yeah, but he´s not so pissed off
that he doesn´t go home for 37 hours.
I mean, he´s never done anything like this before.
According to his parents.
JACK: No, I think Viv´s right.
Something happened to him between 7:00
and the time he was planning
on showing up at home that night.
Any chance this kid just ran away?
Why that day; why like that?
I think he took the 50 bucks, got back on the subway
and went to go meet someone.
Which means we got to profile this kid like an adult.
Find out everything about him.
Exactly. Okay, let´s do it.
I know I´m not supposed to play favorites
but Gabe´s one of those kids
that when I go home at the end of the day, I feel like
no matter how tired I am, it´s worth it.
Well, you´re here on a Sunday morning.
That says a lot.
How is Gabe in class?
What is it?
I could just shoot myself.
I didn´t think anything of it
at the time.
He was usually so attentive.
But lately, I think something
might have been going on with him.
Like what?
I don´t know.
It´s hard to describe
but something was different.
Drugs?
I don´t know; I don´t think so.
Maybe I´m crazy because of what´s happened, but then...
his birthday.
The last time I saw him
we had a cake
we all sang "Happy Birthday"
and he just ran out of the room
and I tried to talk to him about it after school, but...
What´s going on, Gabe?
Talk to me.
I told you
nothing.
Nothing´s the matter
but you react like that to "Happy Birthday"?
Birthdays are stupid.
Is there something going on at home?
Everything´s fine.
Can I go, please?
Okay.
But whatever it is
I want you to know that I´m here, all right?
I was going to talk to his parents about it on Monday
but now...
MOTHER: I can´t imagine what that was about.
He seemed fine that morning.
And, and, I thought
he was excited about going to the game with his dad.
His teacher says he´s been withdrawn lately.
Have you noticed that?
She said that?
Mm-hmm.
God, maybe a little.
I thought it was probably just
his reaction to the baby, or-or... moving.
You never mentioned that you moved.
Yeah, about-about six months ago.
How could he have gone to that game and sold that ticket?
What is he involved in that I don´t know about?
You were right, asking me those questions, you know.
Apparently, there was some stuff
going on with Gabe that we didn´t know about.
Well, every parent can say that.
I know she thinks it´s my fault.
She won´t say it, but I can see it in her eyes.
I don´t think so.
I´d like to take that polygraph, if that´s all right.
Sure.
We´ll set it up.
Find anything?
He was surfing some porn sites.
Look at that.
JACK: Geez. I didn´t know what girls looked like
when I was his age.
I was all over it.
My brothers were good for something.
Any weird chat rooms?
No. This kid doesn´t feel like predator prey to me.
Where would an 11-year-old go skateboarding around here?
Well, there´s e-mails from his friends
and they keep talking
about these old loading ramps downtown, the west side.
Let´s check it out.
MAN: I didn´t call
´cause I didn´t think I had nothing to say.
You didn´t think him coming here the night he disappeared
would be helpful to us?
Well, I figured some guys like you would be all over it.
What´s your name again?
Is it Wally?
Yeah, Wally.
Okay, Wally, don´t worry about it.
Just tell us what happened that night.
What time did you get here?
Got here about 7:00.
Little man came just a little bit after that.
What, like 7:30?
Yeah, something like that.
Anyway, when he came up, I noticed he had
like, a little extra pep in his step, you know?
Yo, what up, dawgs? Check what I got.
Where did you get this?
You must have mugged some old lady or something, huh?
Ditched my old man on the subway.
Scalped my ticket.
Yo, you trippin,´ man-- he´s gonna whup your ass.
Yeah, whatever.
You got a board for me?
JACK: Then what?
Not much.
He hung out for a few hours, you know, till, like, 9:00, 9:30
and then we took off.
Did he say where he was going?
Home, I think.
I mean we figured
his dad was going to smoke him, you know?
The little man wasn´t even sweating it.
He didn´t tell you it was his birthday?
Nah, I didn´t even find out about that
till I seen it on the news.
It´s kind of wack, huh?
( phones ringing )
Right. Well, thank you and we appreciate your help.
( buzzes )
Fitzgerald.
Right.
Port Authority.
Okay, when?
You recall what color the jacket was?
And the sleeves?
Was there a logo?
You say this was ten minutes ago?
Hang on.
( horns honking )
( sighs )
SAMANTHA: That´s him.
We got him near the concourse.
Gabe!
Hey!
Hey, what the hell´s your problem, lady?
We´re FBI.
Where´d you get the jacket, son?
What do you mean? It´s mine.
Check it.
GIRL: Leave him alone.
It´s Gabe´s.
Come on.
Jack...
there´s blood on the sleeve.
I swear to God-- I found the jacket
right there in the garbage.
I never even saw him.
And you didn´t notice the blood?
I didn´t know what the hell it was.
I thought it was paint or something.
It was dry already?
Yeah.
Leo´s girlfriend corroborates his story.
JACK: She confirms the time?
Uh-huh. 4:00 a.m.
She remembers because the diner was closing.
And we ran Leo´s name.
His mother reported him missing eight months ago in Baltimore.
Abusive stepfather.
What about the girl?
She ran away from her foster home in Boston.
No abuse, she says-- just neglect.
I´m going to go call Social Services.
Okay.
NYPD is canvassing ticket agents, vendors and janitors
but so far, nothing.
Okay, we know he scalped his ticket at 7:00.
He then took a train downtown to the west side
and hung out till about 9:00
or 9:30.
Then the bloody jacket
shows up at 4:00 a.m. at the Port Authority.
The question is, how did the jacket get there, and why?
Maybe he was running away.
Maybe that´s what this is all about.
From what? Maybe he wasn´t running away.
Maybe he was running to something, someone.
You can´t get too far on 50 bucks.
We don´t know how much allowance
he already had in his pocket.
Okay, but just because the jacket was there
doesn´t mean he was, right?
No, but he might have been in the vicinity.
We got three sightings in that ten-block radius--
a movie theater, a diner, and a cyber cafe
but the cyber cafe is the only sighting that fits
our timeline.
Plus, this place got busted last month
for letting underage kids have access to porn.
Samantha, check that out, will you?
Yeah. We don´t even know if he made it
anywhere near the Port Authority.
For all we know, those boarders
ripped off his 50 bucks, killed him
and dumped his jacket.
Okay, forensics.
The blood on the jacket is "O" positive
same as Gabe´s.
Cyber cafe, skateboard, Port Authority...
Office.
You got it.
I´m going to go see the parents.
We´re not going to know it´s his blood
until we do a DNA test.
What do you need?
His toothbrush...
or a comb.
Okay.
( pounding rap music playing )
I´m not a cop.
I don´t give a damn about what you do.
I just want to find your friend.
That´s it.
( speaking foreign language )
Hmm?
Look, I wasn´t there when it happened.
So I don´t know so much, all right?
What do you mean? What happened?
The guys-- they went to go have some fun
with one of them Koreans.
What Koreans, Wally?
You know, from one of them delis.
I´m not even sure which one.
They just went to go mess with the guy.
What do you mean, "Mess with"?
Yo, it was stupid, man.
They go in there, they trash the place, maybe grab some smokes.
Like I said, it´s stupid.
And Gabe was with them?
I tried to tell him not to go...
but I guess it kind of got out of hand or something.
Like I said...
I really don´t know.
Thank you, brother.
( loud rock music playing )
You´re not going to run me in for this?
Just need the information.
Yeah, he was here that night.
Came in around 11:30 or so.
I need to use one of your computers.
Can´t do it.
You got to be 16.
Hey, please.
Just five minutes.
Please.
( sighs )
Go ahead.
It wasn´t five minutes, though.
He logged on.
Looked like he sent
one e-mail, then just sat there
staring at the screen
not doing much of anything for... maybe a half an hour.
Then all of a sudden, he starts typing away like crazy.
Did he have blood on his jacket?
Not that I saw.
Which computer was he on?
( rap music playing )
I checked all the logs.
There was no violent crime reported in that area
the night of the disappearance.
On a Friday night? You´re sure?
Yes, I´m sure. I even ran Chelsea and the West Village.
Nothing during the time period we´re looking at.
Yeah.
I did, however, check all the local hospitals.
A Korean deli owner checked himself into the E.R.
at St. Vincent´s around 11:00 P.M.
Head wounds.
Why didn´t you tell me that in the first place?
Because you never told me you were looking
for a Korean deli owner.
I had to hear that from Jack.
You want the address?
Yes, I want the address now.
I´m here just doing business
and they come in with their skateboards
and making trouble.
I would have called police
but they don´t do anything.
I understand.
Just tell me what happened.
They come in over there.
( grunting )
( glass breaking )
I wake up later and go to hospital.
I nearly died!
That´s probably what he thought.
( whistle blowing )
WOMAN: Have you seen him, Sal?
Yeah, sure. I remember this kid.
He was here Friday night looking to buy a ticket.
Excuse me.
Where do I buy a bus ticket?
Depends on where you´re going.
Texas.
Is the ticket for you?
Yeah.
Sorry, kid, you got to be at least 15
and if you´re going to go across state line
you got to have a note from your parents
or be accompanied by an adult.
I don´t know what happened to him after that.
An 11-year-old wandering around here by himself
at midnight, trying to get to Texas.
Why didn´t you call a cop?
Hey, kids like that come here every day.
SAMANTHA: Hey, we got the e-mail from the cyber cafe.
You ready for this?
"Dad, I really messed up, and I´m in big trouble.
"Please e-mail me.
When you sign on, I´m waiting."
What was the response?
We don´t know.
There were some instant messages
but we can´t read them.
"Dad"?
"Dad."
It wasn´t Gabe´s blood on the jacket.
It was the deli owner´s.
Gabe must have thought he killed him.
He didn´t know what to do.
So, now he walks the streets
tries to get ahold of himself
figure out a plan
and finally, a couple hours later
he heads for Port Authority.
When he saw the blood on his sleeve
he panicked and threw it in the garbage.
Oh, my God, he ran away.
He tried to buy a bus ticket for somewhere in Texas.
We don´t know anyone in Texas.
You said he tried. He tried to buy a ticket?
He´s too young. So, they wouldn´t sell him one.
We think maybe he asked someone at Port Authority
to buy the ticket for him.
We´re checking all children´s tickets bought
during that 12-hour period.
This doesn´t make any sense.
If he got into trouble, why wouldn´t he come to us?
That´s what we were trying to figure out...
until we found the e-mail.
What e-mail?
The e-mail he sent to your husband.
What the hell are you talking about?
He sent you an e-mail asking for help.
This is insane.
This is absolutely insane.
You think I was e-mailing
my son in the middle of the night?
After all of this, you still think
I know where he is?
You people are unbelievable!
I wasn´t even on the computer that night.
You were here.
I don´t know. I don´t remember.
Look, we know you don´t want to get your son in trouble.
I swear to God
I have not seen or heard from my son in two days.
SAMANTHA: Well, whoever he was communicating with
he was calling him "Dad."
Oh, my God.
He found him.
The birth father.
Gabe´s adopted, isn´t he?
Why didn´t you tell us this from the beginning?
He´s our son.
He´s been our son since the second day of his life.
And you never told him?
We wanted to wait until he was older.
We thought that he would handle it better.
I don´t understand this.
You´re saying he´s been communicating over the Internet
with his biological father.
Then he gets into trouble
and he goes to him, not to us?
Right now, he doesn´t trust you.
He probably feels like
he´s been lied to his whole life.
That´s why he acted out.
It´s why he reacted the way he did
to his birthday at school.
That´s why he didn´t want to go
to the ball game with you.
And it was a closed adoption.
We don´t even know who the birth father is.
He couldn´t have found the kid through us.
We don´t give out that information.
Not without the consent of the adoptive parents.
Maybe he hacked into your computers.
Anything before 1994
was never input in the computer.
We´d appreciate your help.
Listen, I´m sorry
but we need to protect
the anonymity of our clients.
Look, Mrs. Cannon, we could wait another hour
till we get a court order, or you could help us now
make it home in time to have dinner with your family
and give us a real shot at finding this boy.
"Gabe Freedman.
"Biological mother: Barbara Young.
"Lives in San Francisco.
Biological father: Edward Perkins."
Died three years ago.
Hmm, then who is he running to?
So far all we got on that e-mail address
is that it´s registered somewhere in Texas.
That doesn´t help us much.
We already knew he was headed there.
Hmm, so the theory is that some friend, some family member
someone that worked at the adoption agency
someone that knew that Gabe was adopted
broke the news to him over the Internet
has been using that information to prey on him
and has now lured him to Texas?
Right.
Why would that work?
I mean, Gabe didn´t know he was adopted.
Why would he ever believe him?
Maybe they have a copy of his records.
Maybe they know about a birthmark on his right shoulder.
Maybe they´re just preying on the normal insecurities
of a kid that has a new baby coming into the family.
Look, either way, someone convinced him
and managed to con him
into not telling his parents.
The first contact must have been an e-mail.
( phone rings ) After that
it must be instant messages because there´s
no record of the communication on Gabe´s computer.
John Scaparelli
from Greyhound.
I think Gabe found out he was adopted
and he´s the one who initiated all this.
There´s a bunch of these find-your-parent
find-your-child Web sites.
Most of them aren´t regulated
and like Danny was saying, any John Q pedophile
who wants to lure these kids into his lair
puts one of these on the net and he´s in business.
Now, these kids log on, they give them their names... they ask for help.
These guys go along with it
and they pretend that they´re doing all this research
and then they say, "I found your father.
Here´s his e-mail address."
Except it´s not the father´s e-mail address.
It´s the pedophile´s
and the pedophile convinces the kid
to communicate using instant messages
so they can keep it their little secret.
Makes sense to me.
And I ran background checks on all these Web sites
and one of them is registered in Amarillo, Texas.
Got the computer guys on it now.
One adult ticket, one child ticket
purchased at 1:30 a.m.
on the night of the disappearance
but not to Texas-- to Santa Fe.
Santa Fe? Well, that´s 300 miles from Amarillo.
Well, if you´re Gabe, Santa Fe´s a lot closer than New York.
So, some Good Samaritan buys him a ticket
escorts him on the bus and thinks he´s doing him a favor.
We better call the regional authorities right away.
Fitzgerald. Yeah?
We got a hit.
How long?
Just came online.
Here we go.
We got the kid.
Sick bastard.
Listen up, guys.
Gabe is staying put in Santa Fe.
"The Dad" is driving from Amarillo to meet him there.
Now, if we hop on the next jet, we might beat him.
Viv, I need you to call Santa Fe, tell them I´m on my way.
Sam, contact the parents.
Danny, you come with me.
Martin, you, too.
Sometimes I wish I´d never quit smoking.
Any sign of the boy?
WOMAN: South entrance, negative.
MAN: East entrance, negative.
Snack bar, negative.
Possible ID on the boy coming from the jungle gym.
Hold your position.
I´ve got the boy.
JACK: Just hold.
Man with newspaper heading towards the boy.
The boy´s within reach. Should we grab him?
Do not seize the boy. Do not seize.
Got a go here, Jack.
No, just wait. You got five more seconds.
Just wait.
Suspect confirmed. Moving in.
FBI, get down on the ground! Now!
Get down on the ground!
Get down!
Dad! Hands behind your back!
Left hand, right hand!
Hold your position.
Second subject running towards lake.
We got him. No, you don´t.
Where´d you learn that, White Collar?
Sixth grade swim class.
( coughing ) I was gaining on him, you know?
Sorry about that.
( coughing )
His name is Darren Oaks.
He´s a paralegal, he´s married and he has two children.
We know he´s contacted boys on the Internet before
but we don´t think he´s ever tried anything like this.
Gabe´s on his way up.
I don´t know what to say to him.
Just tell him what you told us.
So, they know everything that happened?
Everything that we´ve been able to tell them so far
but you´re going to have to fill them in on the rest.
They´re going to kill me.
No, they´re not.
They love you.
So... if that wasn´t my real father, then who is?
Your parents can explain that better than we can.
Heard you got a little wet.
Beats sweating my ass off in the doghouse.
( chuckles )
The Red Sox in October.
( chuckles )