Faith of Our Fathers

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John Paul?

It's me.

Sweetie, I didn't

know you were coming over.

Well, I thought I'd make

dinner for us tonight.

Oh.

Did your mom

throw away anything?

Uh, no.

Wait, did you say dinner?

Yeah.

Because you cooked dinner

for us 2 nights ago,

and you know, I was just

gonna order a pizza.

I know, my lasagna

was a disaster,

but I'm redeeming myself.

By the time we're married

next month and I move in here,

I'll have perfected ten meals.

And tonight, I'm cooking

a perfect turkey.

Oh, the perfect turkey.

But what about

the perfect pizza,

made perfectly for you,

delivered right to your door?

John Paul, you cannot

eat out this much.

And that's why you have me!

Come on, I insist.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What's in the box?

I don't know.

Still going through

Mom's old stuff.

You know,

I'm thankful for the house,

but a lot of this stuff

just screams yard sale.

But this box said "Keep" on it,

so I figured I'd check it out.

Anything else out in the car?

No, no, no.

Go through the box.

I'm gonna cook dinner.

Oh.

Hey, you know what's

really good is asparagus pizza.

No pizza.

No. Stop.

Out.

No pizza.

Gd.!

So what's inside?

Look at this.

What is it?

It's my dad's military stuff.

Dog tags.

There's a letter.

Look at this photo.

This is my dad.

Oh, so handsome.

You know, my mom never talked

about him before she died.

I always wondered

what really happened, though.

That must have been

painful for her.

Yeah.

Look at them.

They're so young.

They had their whole lives

in front of 'em.

And then he's gone.

You know, I have no idea

how my dad died.

I don't really know

much about him.

Who's Eddie Adams?

I have no idea.

Well, why don't you

try to contact him?

Maybe he can

fill in some blanks.

You know I don't like

talking to strangers.

You're supposed

to like strangers.

You're a postman.

Yeah, but I don't like dogs.

Hi, I'm looking for

an Edward J. Adams, please.

Edward James Adams.

Oh, wrong number, sorry.

Hi, my name is John Paul George.

I'm looking for an Ed...

Yeah, I can call back.

No problem.

Hi, I'm looking for

an Eddie Adams please.

Oh, I'm sorry, my condolences.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, hello, I'm looking for

an Edward Adams.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry-

Next.

I'm looking for

an Edward J. Adams, please.

Uh, okay.

Edward Jeffrey Adams?

Well, I don't know him.

He would've known my father.

Really?

Is this Edward?

How old are you?

Twelve.

Have a good day.

No, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no!

What happened?

I can't believe this.

I know.

I'm sorry, John.

I didn't know it

would burn that easily.

What?

No, I mean trying to find

this Edward Adams guy.

I'm striking out at every turn.

Dinner is perfect.

Perfect?

Honey, nobody can

order a pizza like you.

Stop it.

How many names do you

have left on that list?

One, and I'm expecting

to hit a brick wall,

but let's give it a shot.

Hello?

Anyone there?

State your business.

My name is John Paul George.

Like the Beatles?

Yeah, like the Beatles.

The Beatles broke up.

What?

What did he say?

"The Beatles broke up."

Here, let me try.

Hi, we're looking for

a Mr. Edward Adams.

He's a friend of my-

Friend?

Wrong number, Miss Manners.

Are you always this rude?

Do you know a Steven George

that was in Vietnam?

That's a name I

haven't heard in a longtime.

Who's asking?

Steven George's son.

Good-bye.

That man knew my father.

He says 25,000 troops

will be withdrawn by September.

I mean, do you believe

a word that guy says?

Hey preacher boy.

What are we, at church?

Always with that Bible.

Just finding

some comfort in a place

that's not really comfortable.

What are you, scared out here?

Yeah, I'm scared.

And you know what?

This makes me feel better.

Here, read this.

4:
13, it's underlined.

All fight, listen up, boys.

"I can do all things through

Christ which strengthens me."

Amen, amen.

Hey, what are you,

a preacher boy?

You're going to Mississippi?

Just for a couple of nights.

Just for the weekend.

Tomorrow, 10 am,

meeting with 2 photographers.

At 1, we finalize the catering,

and at 6,

we meet with the minister.

How am I supposed to

explain that?

Is it cold in Mississippi?

John Paul.

Fine.

But I am painting this room

while you're gone.

Okay.

Ugh.

Yeah, it's late in the night

and I look in the mirror

Oh, but every ones a story

of how grace appeared

And carried me

through the day

I woke up in America

for the love of God

I woke up in America for

something bigger than myself

More than fireworks

and fanfare

More than

a star-spangled banner

You're still beautiful,

America N'

Hold it right there.

Hello?

What did I say?

My name is John Paul George.

I'm from California.

We spoke on the phone

the other day?

Never heard of you.

We spoke 2 days ago.

Go away.

No!

Now, you don't-look,

you don't have to shoot at me.

I'm sorry. What?

I think you know something

about my father.

I don't know

anything about your daddy.

Look, I'm gonna sit here

and wait until we talk.

You can sit there

10 years for ab' I care.

I'll just sit here and wait.

Come on m. Suppers on.

I'm Wayne, EddieAdams' son.

John Paul.

I know who you are.

Can I use your bathroom?

Hey, where are you?

Well, I found the guy.

Only, it's his son, Wayne,

and it looks like they lived

in this same old house forever.

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