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Go where? Do what?

Come on, we're stuck here.

Hmm?

Uh, I wonder could you help me?

Could you put out a call for a passenger

who's traveling to Miami?

Passenger's name?

Well, I don't know her last name,

but the first name is Laura.

We arranged to meet

in the restaurant across by-

Okay, sir,

this is an information desk.

I know that, I know that.

But this young girl,

she's a kid and she could

be in trouble. She's missing.

Sir, I'm busy. I'm going to have

to ask you to step away-

One call, that's it. 30 seconds.

You could have done it by now.

Hey, fellas, will you

get this guy out of here?

What's your problem?

Screw you.

Make yourself useful.

Find us something to watch.

And relax, will you?

So we have a $30 credit

for food and drink.

- But we're not hungry, right?

- No.

So let's celebrate instead,

or drown our sorrows.

Which?

- You've had too much already.

- Too much sorrows.

I agree.

No, too much to drink.

Don't be silly.

Yeah.

I really should go.

Why?

Why do you want to go?

Why does every man

nowadays want to leave me?

Is there something wrong with me?

No.

God, no, you're-

you're fine.

- Then prove it.

- Please.

Kiss me.

I can't.

Why not?

Kiss me, come on.

You're drunk.

You don't like me.

Then what's the problem?

What's the problem?

- What's the problem?

- Please don't do that.

Ah.

Say you're f***in' sorry.

Say you're f***in' sorry.

Hey, Laura? Laura.

Hey.

- Hey. Sorry.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- How you doing? All right?

- You okay? I was worried about you.

- I'm fine. Sore head.

- Hungover?

- Little bit.

- Yeah.

- Sorry about last night.

Ah, that's no problem.

I got your note. Thanks.

- Nice note.

- Good.

And so did you have fun?

- I'm not sure.

- Oh.

I think I must have fallen asleep.

Oh, I know all about that stuff. Yeah.

It's been a crazy few days.

I bet it has.

- Anyway...

- So...

- Good luck. Have a good journey.

- Yeah.

You really take care now.

It was really nice

to meet you again.

It was great to talk to you.

Great to meet you.

- Maybe we'll meet again one day.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- See ya.

- See ya. Travel safe.

Yeah, you stay out of trouble.

- I'm gonna try.

- I'm keeping my eye on you.

Have a good flight.

You did it, Tyler.

You made the call.

You did the right thing.

I'm so proud of you.

Stay in touch.

No, thank you.

Thank you.

See you next time.

"See you next time."

They were four innocent enough words,

but they went through me like a knife.

Because in that moment, I realized to them

I'd become a familiar face,

a joke-the British guy

who was running a one-man campaign,

stubbornly scratching away,

refusing to do

what you've all been urging me to do

for years and years,

move on, let go, and all that stuff.

Yeah, it's not easy.

I got sober a long time ago

out in Los Angeles-

I don't know-

35, 36 years ago.

And I was crazy. I was insane.

I was sickened to death,

drunk and insane, and...

I was sentenced to AA meetings.

And I hated-

I hated the damn things.

I hated all this God stuff.

It made me want to puke.

You know, "Move on. Let go, let God.

Surrender and win" and all this.

I was a winner.

I've been a winner all my life.

And, uh...

but I was fighting all the time.

And anyway,

to cut a long story short,

I met- there was this old man.

He was a priest,

a Jesuit priest. His name was Joe Riley,

Father Joe Riley.

And I'll never forget him

as long as I live.

One night I was about to leave the meeting.

I had to get the hell out.

And he stood in my way, said,

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I said, "You get out of my way."

He said, "You're not going anywhere."

But he looked up into my face,

and he had these piercing blue eyes,

a cigarette in his mouth.

He said, "You know-"

He said, "You look like to me-

You look like

you're busted, disgusted

and not to be trusted."

And he was right.

I wasn't to be trusted by anyone.

I'd never trust myself either.

And one day I asked him-

I said, "Okay, Father,

you know all the"- I called him Father

and he got a kick out of that.

I said, "You know all the answers.

You're a pretty smart guy.

What's the shortest, most powerful

prayer in the world?"

'Cause I was fast.

I needed quick answers.

'Cause I wanted to be back

on the fast track.

I said, "What is the fastest, most

powerful prayer in the world?"

He said, "The fastest, most powerful

prayer in the world-"

He looked at me and he said,

"The fastest, most powerful prayer in the world,

my friend, is 'F*** it."'

Father Joe Riley.

He was a Jesuit priest-

"F*** it." Can you believe it?

He said, "it's the prayer

of release and surrender."

And I felt the whole weight of the world

going off my shoulders.

And just before Father Riley died,

I asked him-I said, "How do I get it?

How do I know?"

He said, "You will see

when you're ready to see.

You will hear when you're ready to hear."

He said,

"You're a particularly tough nut."

And the weird thing is,

that happened two days ago.

I was traveling on my way here-

my journey here

with a young girl from Brazil.

She was a kid, beautiful little thing.

Name was Laura.

And there was a snowstorm at Denver.

Flights were delayed

and so we arranged to have dinner.

And when I showed up,

she wasn't there.

But she left me this note.

Hold that, will you?

And she said,

"Ran into someone cute.

"Never done this kind of thing before.

"But you only live once.

How many chances do we get?"

"Out of the mouths

of babies and sucklings,

thou hast perfected praise."

The guy was right,

whoever wrote that stuff.

And it's taken me all these years.

I tell you, if my-

if my daughter is alive,

she knows where I am,

where to find me.

And her silence means that she's probably

made the choice not to be in touch.

But if she's dead...

then she's dead.

And she's gone forever.

And I have to move on

and forget and let go.

Weird stuff.

Wow.

I tell you, it's a mystery, all of it.

Anyway, I'll shut up now.

Thanks for listening.

Thank you, John.

Okay, before I open the meeting

to our regular members,

we have another guest from overseas.

Valentina?

Yes. Hello, my name is Valentina.

Welcome, Valentina.

I'm an alcoholic.

I'm here from Europe

visiting my sister,

waiting outside.

She has married an American

who lives here in Phoenix.

And they're so happy, so in love.

This makes me sick.

Tomorrow I will fly home

to my Russian husband.

We married very young.

We were like children.

But now we've grown up,

become different people.

I am sober three years.

I have a good new job, a new life,

but he's still the same-

doing bad things,

working with bad people.

For a long time

I'm waiting for him to change.

And, um,

like Brazilian girl said,

"You only live once.

How many chances do we have?"

I don't want to wait anymore.

So maybe this is the time.

Plus there is someone else

I am interested in.

Um, a nice man, a good man.

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