Lost Boy

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Oh, shh, baby.

You're okay.

This is Mitchell,

and this is Summer.

Welcome to the world, guys.

Oh, big yawn.

What's it like

being a mom?

It's exhausting!

That's it! You can do it.

Come on over.

You're doing it!

Come on, come to Mama.

That's one small step

for man.

Shh!

Where's Mitchell?

Like a little goat.

Can't stay mad at me.

I'm adorable.

You're grounded.

It's going to get

caught up in it

and fly away.

Mitchell, don't go too far.

Mitchell!

Where is he?

Mitchell!

Excuse me,

have you seen a little boy?

He's wearing

blue swim trunks.

He was just here.

Scaredy cat.

Mitchell!

Mitchell!

Mitchell!

I should never have let her

walk to the park by herself.

She's only 9.

I should have been with her.

I'm very confident

that we're going to find her.

You've done

everything right.

- I should've been...

- Dan...

I know what

you're going through,

and I know you're scared.

I can't even remember

what she was wearing.

This wasn't your fault.

Olivia needs you

to be strong for her,

no matter where she is.

You need to have hope.

How do you have hope?

After all this time...

with your son?

Every day I don't get bad news

is a day I can still find him.

Hope is all we have.

Caffeine, caffeine,

caffeine.

I don't know

how you do it.

They found her--

That's how.

Ex-wife's sister-in-law,

happily ever after,

and you get to leave

on a high note.

Not fair!

Come on.

You're my last volunteer.

I can't do it.

I just can't do it anymore.

It's too...

What about today?

Today was great!

Look, you do so much

for these families, okay?

You-- the handholding, the

interviews, the legislation.

Nobody is going to think twice

if you said you needed a break.

- I don't need a break.

- Go out with me.

What? Wha--

Yeah, now that we're not

working together, you know,

there's no

conflict of interest.

I don't have time.

Enjoying yourself for five minutes?

You deserve that.

You tell other parents of missing

children the same thing,

so I'm just asking you

to listen to your own advice.

I can't hear me.

I should take this.

I didn't hear a "No."

I did not hear a "No."

I'm going to call you.

We're going to do this.

This is Laura Harris.

Hello, Mrs. Harris?

This is Dr. Paul

from the coroner's office.

We found a body.

She played a pumpkin

in this very play.

And mom didn't show up

to that one either.

Well, I liked the play.

Aw, of course

you did, Amanda.

Greg.

Your cell was off.

Yeah, they don't like it

ringing during the play, so...

Mom, so good of you

to show up.

- Something happened.

- What happened?

- Hi, Laura.

- I'm sorry. Hi, Amanda.

Wasn't it nice of Amanda

to leave work early and come

because she cares?

It's something

that people do when they...

Okay, okay,

okay, okay.

Look, Jonathan

hasn't come out yet.

Let's just pretend

you were here.

- Dad, Amanda!

- Johnny!

Hey, hey!

- You were great!

- Fantastic!

You did not suck actually.

- Hi, honey.

- You didn't even see it.

Oh, come on now.

We're going out

for ice cream, right?

Something came up.

It was about Mitchell.

- Oh, shocker.

- You know what?

Why don't we go say good-bye

to your teacher.

I actually came

to get you, Greg.

- They found a body.

- Another one?

Can it wait

until after ice cream?

Yeah, it can wait.

I mean, he's not going to get

any deader, right?

Summer, don't push it.

You know, I really hope it's him this time.

I actually do.

You don't mean that.

Mom, you have no idea

what I mean

because all you care about

is him.

Cut it out, Summer.

People are staring.

I'll go alone.

Laura, just wait.

I'll see you back at home.

Okay.

But you promised ice cream.

We'll still get ice cream.

We'll see you later.

We're still going

to get ice cream.

The body

was found in a shed

behind a house a couple got

in a foreclosure deal.

It's tough

when they're young like that.

State of decomposition

indicates

he's been dead

about 10 days.

Mr. Harris, maybe you'd prefer

if your wife waited out here.

Ex-wife.

Not officially.

I'd like to see him.

It's not him.

You sure?

Yes.

Our son had a birthmark

under his left shoulder.

Can you show us

the left shoulder?

I knew it.

Oh, thank God!

Thank you.

Sorry to put you through this.

I'm glad for you.

Let's go.

Just give me a minute.

What?

You know,

if that had been Mitchell,

we'd have closure.

Don't say that.

Eleven years, Laura. I loved

Mitchell as much as you did.

I think about him every day,

but 11 years.

So that's the deadline?

We just give up?

The likelihood that we're going to

find him is what, one in a million?

But that's something! That's a chance.

We have to believe...

Laura, please don't give me this

speech anymore. It's not hope.

It's delusion and living

in this impossibility.

It's like we're being

held hostage by it.

I can still

hear his laugh, Greg.

Feel the way his little hand

used to squeeze mine

when he was going to sleep.

I don't remember

any of that anymore.

I understand

if you need to move on,

but if there's a chance

that he's still alive,

I can't.

I'm his mom.

Miranda's pregnant...

and I'd like to finalize

our divorce and get married.

I think

we should sell the house.

No, that's impossible.

- Laura, it's time.

- If he comes home...

It's time.

Oh, my God!

My brother is the most grotesque

person on the planet.

Oh, help, save me!

Save my ice cream!

Jonathan.

Oh, back from the dead.

Do you want to identify him?

- Summer, off the phone, now.

- I gotta go.

Oh, God!

It was him?

No, let me guess--

Wrong hair, wrong color.

We even had

the wrong sex once.

- It wasn't him.

- I told you!

Okay, fine.

I'm going to my room.

All right, Jonathan.

Come here.

Listen.

I'm really, really sorry

about missing your play, okay,

and I promise

I'm going to make it up to you.

It's okay, Mommy.

I know.

Sorry you lost Mitchell.

Okay. Come on.

Oh, you're so big.

Do not pass

without your ice cream.

Here you go.

There's uh, there's

more ice cream if you want.

- I should go talk to her.

- No, I will.

So, he told me.

Ah! Great.

They don't make

e-cards for this.

I congratulate you

for your impending wedding

to my impending ex-husband.

I know. Divorce

in the new millennium

is so civilized.

And then

I congratulate you

on whether

it's a boy or a girl,

and oooh and ahhh

at your ring.

- It's a girl. No ring yet.

- Girls are good.

It's not fair.

You can't ground me!

- I already did.

- It's not my fault.

My mother

is completely insane!

Girls are good

some of the time.

Here you go.

Hey, kid.

Working?

Come on in.

Hi, Laura's voicemail.

My name is Kyle.

I'm handsome and single,

and a really great

conversationalist,

and if I don't sound like

too much of a jerk,

and you want to try maybe

going out with me

on a date sometime,

I'd really like that.

Hi. I'm Laura Harris

from the Mitchell Harris Center.

It's almost impossible

to imagine

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