Mr. O'Connell-
- Frank.
Frank, um-
Would you excuse us
for one second?
Don't be gone long, now.
I'm hungry.
Okay, O'Connell.
All right.
I just happened to mention
in a few letters to my father
that my boyfriend was a doctor.
You just happened to mention-
You just happened to mention
that your boyfriend was a doctor?
Shh. Keep your voice down.
You mean me? Me?
The person you describe as manipulative,
self-centered, subhuman?
The person who, just a few hours ago,
you compared unfavorably to a tapeworm?
Will you please keep it down?
Why?
Why would you do such a twisted,
perverted thing?
I don't now, Fleischman.
Perhaps it was an error in judgment.
An error in judgment?
It's a complete fabrication, a lie.
Why didn't you just happen to
mention the stalwart Rick?
Look, my father is this incredible
A- type achievement junkie, okay?
He wouldn't consider Rick
worthy of his little girl.
What are you, the House of Windsor?
The Romanovs?
Rick's not good enough for you?
Not me. My dad.
You don't know him.
He was the youngest
C.E.O. in automotive history.
Remember the hatchback?
That's my dad.
Who cares if he's the V-8?
Tough, can-do, "I am woman''
Maggie O'Connell...
lies to her father like a six-year-old.
I wouldn't expect you to understand,
Fleischman.
You probably don't have parents.
You probably, you know,
crawled out full grown
out of some primordial swamp.
Why didn't you think of somebody else?
I don't know.
You just popped into my head.
I never thought you'd have to meet him.
Come on, Fleischman.
just five minutes, okay?
just a drink.
Help me out. Please?
What?
Where'd you get that dumb hat?
Okay, fine, Fleischman.
Forget it.Just forget it.
Hi, Dad. Okay, uh-All right.
- What's good here?
- Nothing. Not a thing, really.
- Where's Joel?
- Oh-
What's going on?
Well, uh, actually, Dad, he-
Hi.
I was just about to tell Dad that you
really do have to get back to the office.
If that's the case, why don't you
just come over for dinner tonight?
- Oh, he can't.
- I can't?
- No, he's got an emergency in Anchorage.
- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do.
- How does 8:00 sound?
Fine.
Keep it moving, please.
Hi, Ed.
Hello, Mrs. Staffle.
Keep it moving, please.
Give everyone a chance.
Anybody recognize him?
Not yet, Maurice.
Hell of a turnout.
I guess tragedy brings
a town together.
Hello, George.
Hi, Ed.
Hi, Agnes.
Look at his hands.
It looks like he's worked hard
all his life.
Yeah.
He can't be more than 60.
Keep it moving, please.
I think it would've made him happy,
Ruth-Anne, to have somebody
like you mourn him.
It's all such a mystery.
Don't you worry, Ruth-Anne.
We'll find out who he is.
Oh, it's not the man, Ed.
It's life.
No matter how hard I try,
I just can't figure it out.
See you, Chris.
Keep it moving, please.
Hello, Gladys.
When Margaret was five, she was second
runner-up in the Little Miss Great Lakes.
Really?
A lot of our friends used to say,
"Why do you push a kid into that for?''
But it was all her idea.
She begged us to be in that pageant.
You never told me this, honey.
Well-
- What was that song you sang?
- Oh, I-I don't remember, Dad.
The one that Andy Williams's wife sang.
The woman that shot the skier.
Claudine Longet.
"Love is Blue.''
That's right.
Margaret had a beautiful voice.
And what a little ham.
Peanut, where's the scotch?
Scotch. Right.
I have to believe that Alaska
is just some kind of phase.
I used to take her camping when
she was a kid, and she hated it.
Every little bump in the night,
it was, "Daddy, I'm scared.
- Daddy, what was that?''
- Me too.
Oh. Excuse me.
Well, these things happen.
- You look so pretty in that dress.
- She does, doesn't she?
You know, you ought to wear
a dress more often.
Let people see
this dynamite figure of yours.
Why should I be the only lucky one?
Well, dinner's ready.
Good.
Yeah.
Steak and creamed corn.