Saying Goodbye to Sam

March 25, 2003

Lindsay: Please forgive me.

Bo: Lindsay?

[Lindsay gasps]

Lindsay: How long have you been standing there?

Bo: Here. I'm sorry to intrude, but there's something that I need to ask you. Do you own a gun?

Lindsay: No. No, I hate guns. Why would you even ask me that?

Bo: Jen told me something different.

*~*

Bo: Why do you have a gun, Lindsay? And why do you feel that you had to lie to me about it?

Nora: Hey. What's up? What's wrong, sweetie?

Matthew: I'm scared.

Nora: There's nothing to be scared of. We've been here lots of times.

Matthew: But I don't want to see daddy in the coffin.

Nora: Well, there is a coffin in there, but it's closed. You're not going to have to see daddy. I promise, ok?

Troy: Hey.

Matthew: Hi.

Troy: You know, I had to see my father in a coffin, too. A long time ago.

Matthew: Was it scary?

Troy: At first. But then I realized that my father wasn't really in there.

Matthew: Wasn't?

Troy: Nope. His body was, but the most important part of my father -- his spirit -- had been set free. You see, God does that for us when we die. He sets our spirits free. And my father's been watching over me ever since, just like your daddy is watching over you right now.

Matthew: You mean, invisible?

Troy: Yeah, invisible.

Matthew: Is that right?

Nora: Yeah. That's right. Help mommy up, come on. Hey, Jen. I'm sorry, sweetie.

Troy: Jen, I'm sorry. Your father was a good man.

Jen: Thank you.

Matthew: Daddy's just watching over us. He's invisible, so you can't see him, but he's still here.

Nora: Thank you. I didn't know what I was going to say.

Troy: I'd do anything for that kid. That's why I'm here. I hope you don't mind.

Nora: It's fine. Hey, kiddo. Shall we?

Matthew: Bye, Dr. Troy.

Troy: Bye, buddy.

Lindsay: Bo, I can't talk about anything like that today. Do you understand? I'm sorry but I just can't.

Bo: Lindsay, I know that this is a tough time, and I'm sorry. But I'm doing everything I can to find out who killed Sam, so I need answers. Now, I know you don't own any registered firearms. I checked. Now, what kind of gun is it?

Lindsay: Jen.

*~*

Will: Mom?

Lindsay: Will. Will.

Will: I know, I can't believe he's really gone.

Jen: Hey.

Will: Hey, sis. I'm so sorry. I should have been here.

Jen: You're here now.

Bo: Hello, Will.

Will: Who killed him?

Jen: It was Todd manning.

Bo: No, we don't know that.

Will: And after everything my dad did for him?

Viki: No, Will, no. Todd loved Sam. We know that. He would never have done that.

Will: No. That's bull. I may not have been here, but I heard what my dad sounded like when he talked about manning, and he was a no-good, ungrateful --

Bo: No, no. Will, this isn't the place for this.

Will: It's exactly the place. My dad's dead. Where's Todd now?

Bo: We don't know. He disappeared.

*~*

Will: Todd didn't just vanish into thin air, Bo. Why aren't you out there trying to find him?

Bo: We are, will. We're doing everything we possibly can right now. We've got photos in every airport in this country.

Mitch: I have someone watching you, so I seriously hope you're keeping yourself together.

Bo: Get out of here, Laurence. You're not wanted.

Mitch: Oh, this is the lord's house --

hank: Laurence, this is not a good time to cause trouble. Get out.

Mitch: All right. I'll wait till tomorrow, when a certain will will make me the one in charge.

*~*

Joey: "For none of us liveth unto himself, and no man dieth unto himself. For if we live, we live unto the Lord. And if we die, we die unto the Lord. Whether we live, therefore, or die, we are the lord's. Blessed are the dead who --"

Bo: Have you noticed who's missing today?

Hank: Hmm. Blair manning. What do you make of it?

Bo: I'm not sure yet.

Joey: "O God, those mercies cannot be --"

Marcie: The minister's a friend of mine, Joe Buchanan.

Rae: Oh.

Marcie: Yeah, do you know he's allowed to get married?

Rae: I think maybe we should focus on the service, don't you?

Marcie: That's exactly what I'm doing.

Andrew: Sam's son Will would now like to say a few words.

Will: To Jen and me, he was always just dad, someone to get on our case about our report cards. But after I saw him in court after I saw him fighting for Mr. Carson's life -- this man, this stranger, this accused killer -- as if he was one of our own very family members, I -- you see, Carson was innocent, and my dad knew it. And even though the Carson's couldn't afford to pay him, he didn't want to let him down. I guess what I want to say is that my dad was a real hero to a lot more people than we'll ever know.

Nora: I knew Sam Rappaport for a very long time. Decades, in fact. Not only was he a passionate attorney, but he was a devoted family man. And he just loved his kids. He was so proud of his children. It's my dearest wish that Matthew grow up to be just like him -- kind, good, caring, generous, passionate. Of all the people that I've ever known in this world, Sam Rappaport was the least deserving to die this soon. He did so much good in the world, you know. And he would have continued to make this place better for us. His death, his murder, leaves this world a colder, darker, uglier place, just like the soul of whoever it was that killed him.

Sam: She's talking about you, Lindsay. Confess.

*~*

Nora: Sam, none of us will ever, ever forget you. And we will not rest until we find whoever took you away from us and we bring them to justice.