The Note Page #7

I mean,

but he knew I'd understand

that it was for me.

Make sure get the...

Go on in, get set up, boys.

I don't suppose

I could get a promise

of confidentiality?

How'd you do it?

Well, let's see.

Your column yesterday

said you'd gone to meet

with a songwriter.

It was easy to discover

that Taylor quist

had lost her father

in the plane crash.

Now the only obvious

similarity between Taylor

and reverand Timothy lavery -

both their names

begin with "t".

And Tanner is

the last "t" on the list.

Yeah.

It's cake.

What makes you so sure

that he's the right guy?

He said he was,

didn't he?

And now what?

Well, publicity is already

working on a promo

for a one hour,

live, tomorrow night.

Getting scooped is a pain,

isn't it?

I've got a baseball bat

back in my office.

I could turn his "stand-ups"

into a "sit down"

with one

well-placed swing.

They'd just tape it

and turn it into

another one hour special.

Tanner walton is definitely

the right guy?

He says he is.

But you're not convinced?

Okay.

Let me dig around

a little,

see what I can

come up with.

She's still alive.

What about the baby?

Will they be able

to save the baby?

"Deck the halls

with boughs of holly"

"fa LA LA LA LA

LA LA LA LA"

"this the season to be jolly"

"fa LA LA LA LA

LA LA LA LA"

"don we now our gay apparel"

"fa LA LA LA LA

LA LA LA LA"

And there it goes,

my last column on the note.

Too bad nobody's

gonna read it.

Maybe this'll cheer you up.

Thanks.

I'm sorry

how it all turned out.

Yeah, me too.

You know,

it's not just getting scooped.

It's...

What?

I don't know.

I guess I had hoped

that the note

would lead

to something more...

For my readers

and for me.

Ms. macgruder?

Yes?

Can I talk to you,

about the note?

What about it?

I think that maybe

my father wrote it.

honey,

someone has already claimed

that the note

was written to them.

I'm really sorry.

Was the note addressed

to "t"?

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What did you say?

I said was the note

addressed to "t"?

Let's talk inside.

Tell me...

Why do you think that

your father wrote this note?

He went on

a business trip

and before he left,

we got into a huge argument.

I felt just terrible

about it

and I know that

he would too.

What's your name?

I'm Christine,

Christine everby.

If your name is Christine,

why would he address

the note to "t"?

That was a nickname.

All my life, I used to tag

along after my dad,

so he started calling me...

Tag-along or tag.

Sometimes just "t".

I know that sounds

so silly.

Can you tell me

why you argued?

Yeah, it had to do

with my adoption.

After my mom died,

I just started thinking

about my birth mother and...

Before he left

for the airport,

I asked him

if he would help me

find my real parents.

He said that he and my mom

were my real parents

in every way that mattered

and...

I knew that that was true.

I...

I didn't mean to hurt him.

I was just...

Curious.

Yeah, curious.

I just wanted...

I just wanted to meet

my biological mother,

you know, just once.

Well...

Seems perfectly

natural to me.

My dad didn't really

see it that way.

Then I guess I got

a little mad

and I guess I said

some things,

you know,

mean things.

But you know what?

In the end,

he gave in to me.

He always did.

He hated to see me

unhappy.

He said that when he got back

from his trip,

he'd help me look

for my real parents.

And he left.

And I never got to say

that I was sorry

for all the awful things

that I said.

You know what

kills me?

That look on his face.

I hate it

that our life together

ended that way.

This is the Bible

that he gave me on my birthday.

He wrote inside it.

Here.

Is it the same printing

as was on the note?

It's the same.

It is?

He gave you this

on your sixteenth birthday?

Yeah.

So you were born

September 2nd, 1989?

Yeah.

Ms. macgruder,

are you all right?

Yes, I...

Ms. macgruder,

you're trembling.

Can I,

can I help you?

No, no.

It's just that...

Ms. macgruder?

It was in a baggie

with cookie crumbs.

Christmas cookies.

I baked 'em myself.

Thank you.

Imagine what that note

came through to get to you

just so that you could know...

How much your father loved you.

Yeah.

That's true, isn't it?

Listen...

There's going to be a man

on television tonight

who will claim

that this note's his.

He's wrong.

We both know that this

was meant for you.

Thank you.

Christine?

Yeah?

If I...

Call you just to...

To see how you're doing,

you know, check on you,

would that be okay?

Yeah, that would be fine.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Nora?

You look awful.

What's happened?

I'll tell you later.

Scrub the column

that I filed.

What?

I'm writing a new one.

Wha...

Hey, Peyton,

I thought you left?

I'm back.

Oh good.

That'll save me

from leaving you this.

The most amazing thing

just happened to me.

I've got to rewrite

my column.

How come?

I just met the real owner

of the note,

a young girl.

So it's not our boy

Tanner?

No, he lied to me.

I don't know why.

I'll give you 20 million

reasons why.

What do you mean?

I talked to

our business editor.

The inside story is

Tanner's old man...

Left everything

to his brother, Peter.

So he was cut out

of the will.

Both boys went to work

for the company

right out of college.

Tanner wasn't pulling

his weight

so his brother bought him out.

And apparently

Tanner has squandered

all the dough

that he was paid

for his share,

and Peter worked his tail off

to build the company

into what it is today,

so...

Okay, but I still

don't understand

what Tanner had to gain

by lying to me.

"All is forgiven, dad."

It's exactly what he needed.

Tanner's already hired

an attorney

to contest his father's will.

And Truman Harris

was probably more than happy

to help him out.

What are you gonna do

about it?

Well, I'm gonna call Tanner

before it's too late.

I'll tell him about

the girl I met

and the proof that

she showed me

that confirms the note

was meant for her.

And then I'm gonna offer him

a second chance...

To do the right thing.

Good. Sounds good.

King?

Yeah?

Where is it?

"Lapinsky...

Playing deep right field,

wearing his blue uniform,

looked every bit like

a great heron

as the tie-breaking run

rocketed from home plate

toward the high fence

behind him,

it's trajectory clear.

A guaranteed season-shattering

grand slam

until the gangly lapinsky,

all arms and legs, rose,

as if carried on the crest

of a tidal surge,

higher and higher

in the humid July air,

floating beyond

human capacity,

until, with sublime grace,

he snagged the ball

and saved the day.

I do not believe

in divine intervention

or gods who toy

with the lives of men,

but that day I did believe.

That day I witnessed

a miracle."

My pulitzer piece.

Where'd you find it?

I googled you.

When?

Four years ago,

my first day on the job.

Macgruder.

Have you been crushin'

on me?

Is it true what you wrote?

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