08x21 - Lost and Found

[bunniefuu]

Do you know how many times

we've done this
field trip to the zoo?

A thousand?

Every other year since
first grade... five times.

Seems like a thousand.

I mean, I like it and all, but

I get it; it's a zoo.

Animals live there.

They're probably as sick
of us as we are of them.

And it's always the same thing:

Wake up extra early,
hurry to get on the bus,

so the bus can get
stuck in morning traffic.

What's all the rush?

It's not like the animals
are going anywhere.

Do you ever get the
feeling that we're the ones

in captivity, not the animals?

I'm not sure what you mean,

but I think I'm going
to get clarification.

Everything in our
lives is prepackaged,

controlled, fenced off.

If we want to go somewhere,

our parents... our
keepers... Have to drive us.

Everything has to have
certain times and places.

School, the mall, our
homes... That's our zoo.

Our rooms are our cages.

It just fits too perfectly.

And so what is this bus?

Mm, the meat wagon
taking us to slaughter?

I think you went a step
too far with that metaphor.

I'll work on it.

We've got plenty of time.

(sighs)

Stew.

Such a tiny little word.

Stew.

You can't get a
tinier word than stew,

and yet look at all that
goes into it, you know?

I mean, it's carrots, it's
peas, it's potatoes, it's onions,

it's meat, it's pork...

Stew!

What are we having
for dinner tonight?

I'm... I'm sorry, honey.

I guess I'm in a different zone.

Sunday's sermon.

Sometimes they
just write themselves.

This one seems to want help.

Help. Help. Speaking of help,

could you pick the dry
cleaning up for me today?

Well, can it wait till tomorrow?

I'm just... I'm too
busy to make stops.

Too busy to pick up
some dry cleaning?

It's on the way to the church.

I know, but I have to be there

for a meeting with the
painter for the vestibule

that Chandler was
supposed to handle.

And then I have a meeting

with Mrs. Lemke
about the food drive.

And then the
usual... Hospital visit,

house call, counseling sessions.

Let me put it this way...
Job: such a small word.

Okay, don't worry about it.

Hey, could you just keep
buckled up there, pal,

until I get the car in park?

Like now?

Yeah. Like now.

And, in the future, just
keep the seat belt on, okay?

If that's what you want.

That's what I want.

It's the law. There
are seat belt laws.

Okay, but we're here now.

I know.

See you later.

See you later.

Thanks for the ride.

You're welcome.

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ When I see their happy faces ♪

♪ Smiling back at me ♪

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ I know there's
no greater feeling ♪

♪ Than the love of family ♪

♪ Where can you go ♪

♪ When the world
don't treat you right? ♪

♪ The answer is home ♪

♪ That's the one
place that you'll find ♪

♪ th Heaven ♪

♪ Mmm, th Heaven ♪

♪ th Heaven. ♪

(barks)

I'm sorry I'm late.

Don't worry about it.

I got all the way here,

and then I saw
that Jeffrey's lunch

was in the back of the car,

so I had to drive all the
way back to the school.

But first, I had to get
a pass from the office,

and then I couldn't find
his classroom and, so...

Never mind. I'm here.

When's the painter coming?

He was here an hour ago.

Remember? You
asked me to handle it.

Oh, yeah.

Uh, thanks.

No problem.

So what did you decide?

We going to get more bids?

I think we should just do it.

He comes highly recommended,

and he said that,
for the same bid,

he'd also touch up
the wainscoting and...

Now he wants to
do the wainscoting?

Maybe you don't know
what wainscoting is?

It's just the...
it's the paneling

on the lower part of the wall.

And he says as long as he's...

How do people do it?

Parenting, getting
their work done,

and keeping up
with their own lives?

I mean, I know
they do it, it's just...

I don't think
I'm cut out for it.

I think it's probably

just a question of adjusting
to a completely new situation.

It doesn't seem to
bother Jeffrey any.

I mean, he's adjusting
just fine; it's me.

It's just... It's too hard.

Hey, it is hard,

but it'll work out.

Thanks. But I don't
think you're grasping

what I'm trying to say here.

Well, you know, maybe not.

I only have seven children,

and three of them are
away, but a couple of others

seem to be around,
like, permanently,

and I have a job, too,

but I... maybe I'm not
the right person to ask. I...

Maybe we could talk
on the phone tonight.

But I want to see you tonight.

And I want to see you, too...

You know I do...
But I have to work.

You work practically
every night.

It's my job. I have to.

Besides, you play
baseball every afternoon.

It's baseball; I can't
take off baseball.

Well, I can't take off work.

But it's different.

You work for your father, who
owns the maintenance company,

so you could take
off if you wanted to.

And lose my job
like anyone else?

Okay, then,

like everyone else,

why can't you phone
in sick once in a while?

Because I can't.

Don't you see?

You're being punished because
it's your father's company.

You mean you're being punished?

Yeah. I mean, no.

I just...

Why does this have to be on me?

Why can't you just call
in sick and skip practice?

You already know
how to play baseball.

What do you have to practice?

(laughing) Funny. Pretty funny.

What's funny?

That... saying that because I
already know how to play ball,

I don't have to practice.

That's a funny line, that's all.

I didn't know I was so funny.

Well, you're not, really.

Maybe I'll start laughing later,

when I'm at work by myself.

I think the woolly spider
monkey recognized me.

The way he tilted his head,

it was, like, "You
here again, Peter?

Doing any better
in math this year?"

Are you hungry?

Those hot dogs smell good.

You can smell them?

I can hardly see them.

Well, I bet they smell good.

Well, we should get one.

How? We can't just
go off and get a hot dog.

The woolly spider
monkey can't get a hot dog.

The Tibetan water
buffalo can't get a hot dog.

We should be able
to get a hot dog.

But the bus is ready to leave.

Well, sure, it is,

but has the bus
ever, ever left on time?

Hi, hon.

What are you doing
home so early?

We got a new
assignment... Plainclothes.

Roxanne, tell her
while I change.

It's a new policy.

Uniformed officers,
on a revolving basis,

are being introduced to
other aspects of police work.

The idea is to get our feet wet

and keep us from getting stale.

And we were just talking about

how being in uniform all
the time can take its toll.

Yeah, it's like sometimes
people look at us

as if we're the enemy.

Course, not always.

Sometimes we're the
answer to everyone's prayers.

Either way, we're a magnet
for people's emotions.

Most uniformed cops
feel the same way.

There's this unspoken
tension that we all carry around.

Well, you never
complained about the tension

when you were in uniform, and
women looked you up and down.

Different kind of tension.

So what's the assignment?

Or are you going to have
to k*ll me if you tell me?

It's a stakeout at
the jewelry mart.

There's been a string
of follow-home robberies.

Nothing too exciting
or dangerous.

Just the two of
us sitting in a car,

maybe for hours.

Sounds dangerous.

When will you be home?

Don't know.

But we have
things to do tonight.

That's why I'm trying to get
my schoolwork done early.

We're going food shopping,

we have bank statements
to go through, we...

It'll get done, Luce.

It'll all get done.

I'll try and call you.

Uh... I thought this

was a plainclothes assignment.

Nothing plain
about that sweater.

Thanks.

Did I get all the mustard off?

Eh, close enough.

The rest could just
be a touch of jaundice.

Think they'll pick up on
the telltale hot dog smell?

I don't think they'll notice...

because they're not here.

There's no bus.

How could there be no bus?

Because they left.

How could the bus leave?

The bus never leaves on time!

Maybe we're in the wrong place.

It was just here a
few minutes ago.

Now it's not.

It left.

Oh, God, I'm in trouble again.

I was just in trouble.

And now I'm in trouble.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Maybe we can go back in
the zoo and ask for sanctuary.

Am I too old to cry?

Maybe we can borrow
someone's cell phone

and call my folks.

Or do you want to call your mom?

I don't think we
should call anyone.

I think we should try
and get home on our own.

And how are we going to do that?

How hard can it be?

We're only a
couple hours away...

and we got a little money.

I bet we have enough for a
train and that would b*at the bus

and no one will even miss us.

I don't know.

Listen...

I've messed up enough
over the past few weeks

to last a lifetime.

This would ground
me until marriage.

And where do we get this train?

We'll ask. We'll find a map.

We'll figure it out.

Hey, you wanted
an unstructured life.

Here's your chance.

We can do this.

Okay, let's do it.

And I know it's work
and I know he has to do it,

but it's always like this.

Did I miss something... Like
what you're talking about?

Kevin has a special
assignment with Roxanne tonight,

and I'm, like, up to
here with schoolwork,

and now I have all this...

housework... ugh!

Oh! Mom, is this what
married like is all about?

Years of laundry and cooking
and aggravation, and then you die?

No, sometimes there's ironing.

Mom...

Hey, okay, let's just
do a little reality check.

Kevin probably does as
much laundry as you do.

And as for cooking... Mom...

laundry and cooking
are just figures of speech.

The point I'm really trying

to make is that sometimes
it doesn't seem fair.

I mean, Kevin's out there
running around with Roxanne

and here I am, Little
Miss Support System.

Are you sure you're not just
complaining about nothing,

because what's really bothering

you is Kevin and
Roxanne "running around"?

That's just a figure of speech.

Another figure of speech.

This has nothing
to do with Roxanne.

It's just that I go to school,
and that's full-time job, too,

and then I have this other
stuff, and, and... today...

I have a theology

textbook to read that
is as big as my desk.

And sometimes I feel
like I'm gonna explode!

Well, don't explode, honey.

Oh, you're just
feeling overwhelmed.

We all feel that way
sometimes, okay?

It'll pass.

Listen, I'm gonna do
some laundry later.

If you want me to...

Really? Oh!

That'd be great, Mom.
I'd really appreciate it.

Wow, smells good.

What are you making?

Stew.

Hey, listen, when you come
back later, for your laundry,

do you want to help
me make a pecan pie?

Mom, I'd love
to, but theology...

Oh, right, sorry. Theology.

"Big as a desk." Mm-hmm.

This is pretty cool, huh?

I know, and they're
right, change is good.

Sure is.

Don't get me
wrong, I love patrol.

I know.

But sometimes you do get
a little stale; all the driving.

Sometimes I feel more
like a truck driver than a cop.

And all that paperwork we
have to do before a bust...

Even a small bust... deadly.

Deadly. You ticket someone
for jaywalking or shoplifting,

you've got paperwork
up the kazoo.

I'll bet if they had
to do the paperwork,

they wouldn't
jaywalk or shoplift.

Let's face it, patrol work
is so routine, it's deadly.

And the reason most
cops enter the force

is they want or
need the excitement;

you know, the jolt of the job.

And that's why
something like this is

just what the doctor ordered.

Gives us a chance to recharge.

Yep, nothing wrong with
a little jolt now and then.

Yep.

Yep.

Can you see okay?

Do you want me to
spray the windshield?

No, I'm good.

Me, too. Yep.

I knew that wasn't
the right bus.

But the guy told
us that was the bus.

He pointed right to it.

I told you, that wasn't a point,

it was a twitch.

And we could have wound
up halfway across the country

because of that twitch.

Are you panicking?

Yes!

There's no reason to panic.

Just because we took a
couple of wrong buses and...

Just admit it, okay?

We're not exactly
Lewis and Clark.

I think we should
just call home.

Come on. Let's not give up now.

All we have to do is
get to the train station

and the rest is easy.

But we spent so much
of our money on buses,

we won't have
enough for the train.

Don't worry about that.

They probably
have a student rate.

Or if it comes down to it,

we'll just ask someone
down there for a loan.

You mean beg?

There's something you
should know right now:

I'm not hopping a freighter.

Let's just get on
the... number bus,

which we get on
right across the street,

and that will take
us to the train station,

and then we'll worry
about the next stage.

Okay.

Man, I'm glad that's over.

Me, too.

It was dangerous out there

the way those balls
were bouncing off you.

I mean, I could have
gotten k*lled off a ricochet.

It wasn't that bad.

Yes, it was.

But, in its own way, it
was so bad, it was good.

Sublime even.

Like the last grounder
the coach hit to you.

Not only did you drop the ball,

you kicked it,
then you chased it,

then you threw it wild to first

and hit the equipment
manager right in the butt.

Sublime.

He shouldn't have
been standing so close.

Yeah, he was in the dugout.

I just wasn't there today.

Cecilia and I got
in a fight, I think.

I'm not even sure.

And that's all I could
really think about.

I just couldn't focus.

Well, you better start focusing.

Yes, sir.

Maybe spending a little
less time with the girls,

a little more time on the field

or in the batting cage
could help your focus.

Coach, it's not that I'm...

Martin... you've
got a real sh*t here.

You've got all the
tools, but at some point,

it's not about how
fast you can get to first

or how quick you
turn a double play.

Big league scouts,

they want to know if you're
head is screwed on right.

It is, coach. It's just that...

And they ask me my
opinion, and I give it to them.

So don't screw this up, Martin.

The beer leagues are
filled with guys with talent

and big bellies
and bad attitudes.

Don't get a label.

That's the last
thing you need, son.

Great, now Coach thinks
I have a bad attitude,

and it's all because of Cecilia.

Why do girls mess
with our heads?

You know, when you
really think about it,

the beer leagues
don't sound half-bad.

Hey, big guy. How'd it go today?

Fine.

Maybe we'll walk over
and grab some ice cream

before we drive home.

Here, might as well
get this over with.

You may not want ice
cream after you read it.

Hey, it says you didn't do
your homework last night.

I'm sorry.

You told me you did.

I-I did some, then I got tired.

Maybe I have low blood sugar.

Jeffrey...

It's not all my fault.

Remember, I asked you if
you could do some of it with me.

Jeffrey, you have to do it.

You know that.
That's how it works.

Not at this school.

Most of the parents do
most of the homework.

Ask anybody.

Why do you think the
grades are so high?

How are you supposed to learn

if you're not the
one doing the work?

Well... maybe you could
do some of it with me.

Jeffrey, homework
is your responsibility.

Besides, I have to work
at the church all day,

not counting the planning

and phone calls I
have to do from home.

Well, I go to school all day.

Anyways, forget
about it. I'm used to it.

It's just that...

I thought it was
going to be different;

that you and me
would do stuff together.

That I wouldn't be on my
own all the time and everything.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I won't do it for
you, but I'll help you.

We'll try that, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Well, what about the ice cream?

We can't. We have homework.

Maybe you should
call the school.

They should be back by now.

I have this strange
feeling, Eric. Honey,

we don't need
to call the school.

And even if we
did, which we don't,

why wouldn't you, the one
who has the strange feeling,

and not me, the one who
doesn't have the strange feeling,

make that call?

Does it look like I can
call anyone right now?

I've got something on
every burner, here, okay?

And I'm, I'm doing
laundry for us and Lucy.

I still haven't bathed the twins

and I have a pecan
pie in the oven.

I understand. That is a lot.

But I wish you could see
what's going on up in here,

in this oven.

Maybe I don't have
a pecan pie up here,

but believe me, all
the racks are full.

Chandler, it seems,
has taken to fatherhood

like a duck takes to... hockey,

and there's still my
sermon to write, so...

(phone rings)

And the... huh!

Hello?

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

I see.

Oh-oh, yeah, okay. Thank you.

What?

Nothing to get alarmed about.

The bus is back at school, but
Ruthie and Peter weren't on it.

No, they, they just
missed the bus, that's all.

I-I'm sure they're fine.

I don't understand.
This is a tourist map.

It should be simple
enough anyone can follow it.

"You are here."

Well, what if you're
not where "here" is

when you pick up the map?

Your here isn't the map's here.

We need another map
to find where here is.

Peter, I'm hungry;
I'm really hungry.

We don't have any more money.

I know. Five wrong
buses will do that.

Here... it's a raisin.

I think.

I was kinda saving
it, but you can have it.

We have to find a
policeman and ask for help.

But we can still...

Peter, we're done. Game over.

People are getting worried.

I'm getting worried.

I want to go home. Now!

Okay, you're right.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

You didn't do anything
I didn't want to do.

Maybe those guys can help us.

I don't know, Ruthie.

I'm gonna ask.

I have a good feeling.

Um, can I remind you

that I had a good feeling
about the last two buses?

Hi, I'm Ruthie

and this is my friend Peter.

We're from Glenoak
and we're lost.

I'm Jacob and this is Nicodemus.

We are from Sudan

and they call us the Lost Boys.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

RUTHIE: Hi, Dad.

We missed the
bus and we're sorry.

I wanted you and
Mom to know we're fine.

Could you call Peter's mother?

Yeah. Where are you?

Um, I'm not sure.

Somewhere near the zoo.

We're here with the Lost Boys.

The Lost Boys?

From Sudan.

I think they go to
school around here.

They're really nice.

Ruthie, you and
Peter stay there.

You're in good hands.

I'm gonna drive down
there right now and get you.

Could you put one
of them on the phone?

Hello.

Hi. This is Ruthie's dad.

I want to thank you for
looking out for Ruthie and Peter.

Would you mind staying
with them until I get there?

Of course.

All right, where are you...

or where will you
be in a few hours?

Okay, all right.

I'm leaving now
and thanks again.

Okay, so what's going on?

Who are the Lost Boys?

Where are Peter and Ruthie?

And, and...

It's complicated,
but I'll tell you later.

The main thing is...

They're in good hands

and they'll be fine.

I just, I want to
get on the road.

All right, so go, go, go.

Be careful. Okay, good.

(sighs)

(sighs)

We must have taken
five buses today.

All of them wrong.

PETER: Which
meant we had to walk

from one bus stop in one part of town to
another bus stop in another part of town.

I may never walk again.

PETER: And all we had
to eat was two hot dogs.

RUTHIE: And he had a raisin.

We have some food.
Would you like some?

Oh, no, we couldn't
take your food.

I think we could.

Oh, that's so nice of you.

Are you homesick
for your country?

Yes, very much.

Why did you leave?

We didn't just leave.

We were rescued by America.

Like you rescued us?

Yes, like we rescued you.

(chuckles)

You were rescued
by the Lost Boys.

Mom, I want to apologize.

You don't have to, honey.

You've got a lot on your mind.

No, no, not to you, to Kevin.

I was really rude to
him and Roxanne today.

And you were right...

I mean, maybe there
was a little jealousy.

And it's all so silly. It...

Are you okay?

You look like
you're not so okay.

Oh, no, I'm fine.

It's just that Ruthie and Peter,

they missed their
bus from the field trip,

but they're with the Lost Boys.

I don't know either,
but she's fine.

Your father went to get them.

They're, they're okay.

They're okay.

Okay.

So, anyway, I thought
I would go down

to where Kevin and
Roxanne are and apologize.

You think that's a good idea.
They're working, aren't they?

I know, and if it
looks like they're busy

or I'm in the way or
something, I won't bother them.

By the way, how's
the pecan pie coming?

Well, it's cooling right here.

I think he came out fine.

Can I ask you a favor?

Could I take it down to
him as a peace offering?

I made it for dessert.

Well, I know, but pecan
pie is Kevin's favorite

and after being
so inconsiderate,

taking him that pie would
be really considerate.

Giving him a pie that I
made is considerate?

Well, I know, I know.

The logic is slightly
skewed, but still...

All right, it's for a good
cause... you can take it.

Great. I'm gonna go change

and then I'll come
back and pick up the pie.

Thanks, Mom.

(line ringing)

MARTIN: Hello. Hi.

How was practice?

Excellent.

Coach thinks I have
an attitude problem

and I almost k*lled the
equipment manager.

I called to say I'm
sorry about today.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

I know.

I said some things, too.

But I really miss you sometimes.

But sometimes it
doesn't seem like you...

I have to go, Martin. Sorry.

Anyway, the good thing about
division, or math in general,

is that you can
always double check.

It's just that...

it's so boring.

Who invented it, anyway?

What was their problem?

Just stay focused, okay?

Now, what I was saying...

How am I supposed
to keep on doing this

all the way to college?

I sit in class,

like, hours every day.

Hmm. : to : .

That's seven hours.

Hm, see the beauty of math?

And the lighting...
It's so bad in class.

I think it's ruining my eyes.

Hmm. maybe you need glasses.

Here, do this.
I'll check it after.

This pencil's dull.

I can't... All right, that's it.

All right, this is the deal.

It's called school
and it's your job.

Adults have their jobs,
kids have their jobs.

You don't have to work for
food or a roof over your head.

All you have to do is
school and your best at it.

No more excuses, all right?

And I know all about excuses.

I've been making plenty
of them myself lately.

All right, sometimes you just
have to suck it up and do it.

It doesn't matter if
you're overloaded

or you're tired or
if your pencil's dull

or you squint... you got it?

Yeah, sure.

And you weren't the only one
who wanted ice cream today.

These oranges are really good.

Are they from Africa?

Trader Paul's.

I work there after school.

Why do they call
you the Lost Boys?

Because we were lost from
our homes and our people,

and we were just children.

Children looking after
children, like the storybook.

Peter Pan.

Yes, Peter Pan.

Where are your parents?

They may have been
k*lled, or maybe they're alive

somewhere in the world,

because everyone
run in different direction.

We were in the field

with the cattle when we
saw our villages burning,

heard bombs and g*nf*re,
so we run for our lives.

We have been separated

from our families and friends
since we were seven years old.

And we started to walk.

First, hundreds of us,
then we became thousands.

Did you know where
you were going?

Away from death.

How far did you walk?

More than a thousand miles.

We walk across
Sudan to Ethiopia.

Then we walk back
across Sudan to Kenya.

What did you do for food?

Sometime nothing.

For days, no food, no water.

Sometime we would eat leaves.

Sometimes, we would

eat wild fruit and sometimes,
we would eat wet mud

to moisten our throats.

Many of us d*ed

on the way, or in
the refugee camps.

Thousands d*ed.

But now, we are here...
Going to school, working.

We are very, very lucky.

Martin.

Okay, listen,

I know you're busy and all,

and maybe I don't
always say the right things,

and I miss you and
you're terrific, but...

But?

But you've got to
cut me a little slack.

I'm dealing with
a lot of pressure.

I live with the Camdens
and they're great,

but it's not like my real home

and I'm always
worrying about my dad

and I really need this
baseball scholarship.

I know, and I try to understand.

But what about my pressure?

I have school and then I
have to come here and...

Great.

Hey, Martin.

Hello, Mr. Smith.

Are you here to work?

Because I don't remember
you filling out a job application.

Uh, no, sir, I just

came to talk to Cecilia.

You mean my daughter,
who does work here.

Daddy, he wasn't
going to stay long.

Guys, you know me.

I like to think of myself
as one of those cool dads,

except when it comes
to my business...

The thing that puts
food on our table...

And then I'm very, very uncool.

Maybe we can
talk later, after work.

Sorry, sir.

Dad, that was not fair.

Really?

He just wanted to talk.

What's not fair is

that I pay you a
good hourly wage,

not to talk with your boyfriend.

That's why they call it "work,"

not "talking with
your boyfriend."

Most girls my age
don't even have to work.

They can talk to their
boyfriends whenever they want.

That can be arranged.

We call that unemployment.

And if they have to work,

they don't have to
work with their parents.

I'm sorry it's so horrible for
you, having a job like this...

To earn your own
money, to save it

or do with it what you want.

There are kids in this school

who would k*ll for
a chance like that.

It's still very hard.

File a complaint
with your supervisor.

With what supervisor?

It's just you.

Oh, guess you're out of luck.

Thank you so much.
You were so nice to us.

Yeah, thanks.

Thanks for letting
us eat your food.

I don't know how I can

ever thank you enough.

It was our pleasure.

(sighs deeply) Can I
give you some money?

No.

Thank you. We work.

We have jobs.

Yes, I know,

but still, I... there must
be something I can do.

Yes...

pray for peace in our
country and an end to sl*very.

Can I ask you
something very personal?

Never stopped you before. Ask.

Does your butt hurt?

It's k*lling me.
And my neck, too.

I never got this
neck pain on patrol.

That's 'cause we were always
in and out of the patrol car.

Here we're just in.

I know, but I guess that's
what can happen on a stakeout.

Some nights, nothing.

I think something just happened.

What?

My foot fell asleep.

Man, it feels funny.

I'll tell you what,

I'll rub your foot and
then you can rub my neck.

Are we allowed to do that?

I think we have to.

What if we're
chasing after a perp?

Can't do it with a numb
foot and a stiff neck.

It may even be in the manual.

Okay, deal.

Deal.

Aah... ooh...

Ooh, that feels good.

Remind me to recommend
you for an official commendation.

(chuckles) I don't think they
give commendations for a foot rub.

Maybe neck rub.

Lucy?!

So this is what you
call "undercover"?

Hey, Luce, don't...

Here, I brought you
some pecan pie... enjoy!

(Kevin sighs)

(Kevin sighs)

This is not good.

I don't think that's
in the manual.

What just happened here?

That was Kevin's wife.

And what's that
on the windshield?

A pie, sir.

Go home.

(both sigh)

I don't like stew.

It sounds like "poo."

I don't care what it sounds
like, I've been working all day

on this dinner; you're the
only ones here, so you're stuck.

Oh, good, you're
just in time for some...

You shouldn't have been there

in the first place.

Of course, and then I wouldn't

have been there to see
it, and then who knows

what would have
happened? Some assignment!

Come on, Luce, you
know nothing happened.

Oh, please! You were
playing with your partner's foot!

I've been watching

NYPD Blue for years,

and I've never seen that once.

Mom, maybe I'll come back

later and have
something to eat, okay?

Sure.

By myself!

So, um, how was the pie?

I don't know. I didn't want
to eat it off my windshield.

Oh.

(sighs)

Oh, thank you.

Don't try to give this to Happy

because she doesn't
like people food.

Neither do I.

(whines)

Ruthie, you scared us!

How could you...?

Mom, you wouldn't
believe their story.

It was horrible and wonderful,

and they're coming
to visit us soon.

Who?

Jacob and Nicodemus...

they're the nicest guys.
You'll like 'em both.

If they helped keep you
safe, I-I-I love them already.

They live with seven other
Lost Boys in this tiny apartment.

And there are thousands of 'em,

spread all across the country.

It's good because they're here,

but bad because
they're separated

from their friends and family.

I'll tell you all about it.

Mom, I'm b*at.

I think I better get to bad.

Okay, sweetie. Why don't
you say good night to the twins

in the kitchen, okay, and
wait for me until I come in,

because even though

I am very relieved
that you're home,

we have some talking to do.

I thought we might.

Wow.

Exactly.

Yeah, you must be b*at yourself.

I am.

Well, you don't have
to tell me anything now.

It can wait.

But I-I want to tell
you something now.

I want to tell you
how much I love you.

How much I've always

loved you, even when
I don't always show it.

I know. I always know.

I'm so lucky.

I'm so blessed.

We all are, you know?

And I don't always remember,

and...

Later.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hi, it's Chandler.

It's nothing, really.

I was just calling
to say thank you

for covering for me
for the last few days.

Oh, I hardly noticed.

Okay, I noticed.

You're welcome.

But you gave me
something to sh**t for.

I've been feeling out
of control, and then I...

just thought of
everything you handle:

family, work, all the
juggling that you have to do,

but you do it.

It's like you look at
life like it's one big...

I don't know, like,
like, it's, it's one big...

Stew?

Exactly, a stew.

Like you mush all these
elements of your life together

in a big stew

and it works.

Anyway, uh, that-that's it.

Thanks.

Well, don't mention it.

And, you know, I think you
might like my sermon on Sunday.

Actually, I might not
be able to make it.

I'm taking Jeffrey rollerblading
and then to a ball game.

We're gonna be home kind
of late, so, uh... but Sunday?

I'll be there.

Good night.

Night.

Mm-mm.

And since , when civil
w*r in the Sudan broke out,

over two million have d*ed.

Two million.

And those who fled,
some as young as five,

most no older than ,

all of them separated
from their parents,

they wandered across
the continent for years,

or barely survived in
terrible refugee camps.

For these children...
Now young adults...

Hunger, fear, sickness
and starvation was

the only life
they've ever known.

And even though some
of them are now here,

their struggles aren't over.

Basic things that most
of us take for granted

are insanely difficult for them:

Finding a job, any kind of job,

making enough money
for food, rent, school.

And-And for them, school
isn't just some career path.

It's a way to get skills so
they can return home someday

and help save
lives... end this misery.

The Lost Boys have a saying:

"Our education will be
our mother and father.

Our education
will speak for us."

And all of us, myself included,
tend to get bogged down

with our problems
in our everyday lives,

problems that we sometimes
blow way out of proportion.

I'm embarrassed to
admit that, the other day,

I felt that picking
up our dry cleaning

seemed like cruel and
unusual punishment.

But, uh, that's,
that's human nature.

I know that, and
yet, every so often,

something or someone comes
our way and helps us see things.

Helps us really see what's
important and what's not.

And that's what these
Lost Boys of the Sudan,

Jacob and Nicodemus have
done for me and for my family.

'Cause, even though the
horrors that they've lived through

are unspeakable...

there is such a
sweet sense of joy

and optimism about
them... It's truly inspirational.

I'll leave you with
a quote from Jacob:

"I may be called a Lost Boy,
but I was never lost to God."

(Sudanese music playing)

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(Sudanese music fades)