Long Lost Son

It looks like the first storm of the season

will be hitting us tonight, and it's forecast to be a big one.

Someone who doesn't have to worry about the weather

is our new President-Elect William Jefferson Clinton,

or Bill, as his friends call him,

who is packing up the Governor's mansion in Little Rock, Arkansas,

and preparing for his move to the White House.

His wife Hillary has already visited twice,

and is excited about not only relocating to Washington,

but also becoming the new First Lady.

...number 11. So color that one red.

There you go. Just the number 11.

How many ones in number 11?

Two.

Two.

There you go.

Okay, just the red, though.

I can't do it! It's too small to fill in!

You're right, it is small,

But you can do it, just go slowly.

I can't. I tried.

You know the word "can't" isn't in the dictionary?

But I can't do it, Mommy.

Do you know what we're gonna do?

We're gonna get rid of all those "can'ts".

Did you know you could do that?

Okay.

Okay, take a deep breath.

Are you ready to blow all the can'ts away?

Mm-hmm.

Do it.

Did you see it? They're going away.

There they go.

Adios.

Okay, now you can do anything, right?

Right. Right.

It's Daddy!

Remember, you have to clean up

and tidy everything away before you can go.

Hey, Kris.

Quinn.

Is the little man coming?

Yeah, he's putting his paints away.

Where are you taking him this weekend?

Out on the boat, like always.

No sailing.

There's a storm coming.

Okay, then we'll just go down to the harbor.

We won't go out.

You promise me?

I've asked you not to take him before.

He told me you went sailing anyway.

You know how much he loves it.

It isn't safe, Quinn.

Okay, I promise.

I wish you'd have tried to like the boat a little bit.

When was I supposed to find time to do that?

I was raising a child, going to school.

I didn't have much time to play.

I'm not talking about play.

You know, I bought the boat for business.

That's why, you know, I've got that dive shop in the Keys.

For both of us.

Exactly.

You run off and buy something

on the other side of the country...

We talked about that for years.

That was before I had a child to think about.

Well, I am thinking about the child.

It's a great place to raise a kid. The Keys are beautiful.

Then I hope you enjoy yourself,

but you're not taking my son.

It could've been so perfect.

I mean, you, you could've gotten your law degree in Miami,

open a practice in the Keys.

Weekends, we could've just enjoyed the sand and the sun--

Perfect for you.

That's not the way you felt when we met.

I was younger then. It was exciting.

Huh. So then I got out of the Navy

and it wasn't exciting anymore?

This is going nowhere.

Take Mark for the weekend, show him the boat.

Yeah, while I have it.

I don't want your damn boat.

And what about the money and the house?

Look, that is not what this is about.

I wanted to be fair.

Fair?

I put you through law school,

and now you have your attorney buddies gang up on me.

I can't even go to the mailbox

without getting some legal mumbo-jumbo

from one of your lawyers.

Quinn, get yourself a lawyer.

You can't do this by yourself.

I don't want one, okay? I want my family back.

I get my son one weekend a month.

When it's final, it'll be different.

Yeah, probably won't get him at all.

No.

How did we end up like this?

Maybe it's because we're so different.

I mean, we always were.

Then why'd you marry me?

Because I loved you.

I have to ask you this.

Please, can we work this out?

Just the two of us, without all these lawyers confusing everything?

Please?

Daddy!

Hey! Yar! How are ya, my man?

How are ya, there, sailor?

Feeling good, Captain.

Well, that's good to hear.

Now let's see if we can find us

some pirates in that harbor.

What do you say, huh?

So you never did answer my question.

You know the answer.

Alrighty, then.

Let's me and you go have us a good time, huh?

Bye, Markie-poo.

Call me before night-night.

I love you.

Bye, Mommy!

Thanks, Laura, Stay safe out there.

This storm front is really giving L.A. a bashing.

Winds are strong, at 60 miles an hour...

Quinn?

Who is this?

Grab what's loose back there.

Right this way. Let's go.

Come on. Bring it over. Bring it over.

Kristen Halloran.

Hi, I'm the Harbor Master Bill Sellers.

I'd like to thank for driving down all this way

under these conditions.

They said this storm was gonna slow down when it crossed Baja,

but it must've picked up some off-shore moisture--

Have you found the boat?

Uh, not yet.

As I told you on the phone,

we received a distress call from theOcean Dreamer about 8:45.

That is your boat, right?

My husband's.

We received a second radio message

about 15 minutes after that. This one was a mayday.

What did he say?

That they'd lost their mast and were taking on water--

Where are they now?

That's why we asked you to come in.

Do you know how many people

might've been aboard the boat and where they were heading?

This would help us with our search patterns.

You mean, you haven't found them?

No, ma'am.

We've had one of our cutters out since we got the call.

Dana Point and Catalina have also got boats looking for them.

So, once again, do you know who was onboard and where they were heading?

My husband Quinn Halloran

and my son Mark.

And they were going?

I told him not to take the boat.

He promised me.

Was he an experienced sailor?

6 years, ex-Navy.

As soon as these winds abate,

we'll have the helicopters up running search patterns.

That'll help us in locating--

No, you can't wait.

You have to send the helicopters up now.

That's impossible. They can't fly in this.

No! My little boy is out there!

I'm sorry. I really am.

We're doing all we can.

Excuse me.

Harbor Master.

Where was it? Was there anyone aboard?

There was a young child as well.

How old was your son?

4. He's 4.

A young boy, 4 years old, plus the captain.

Yeah.

Please. Please, tell me what they're saying. Please.

Please, Mrs. Halloran, I know this is difficult.

Give me one minute.

I understand.

No, absolutely not.

Give it another six hours before changing parameters.

I know that.

So keep it search and rescue until we lose the light.

I don't care about that. I've got the mother here with me.

They found the boat. It was capsized about 7 miles out.

There's no one onboard.

I've ordered them to continue the search patterns

for the rest of the day.

And then what?

Then...it becomes a recovery operation.

What does that mean?