Signed, Sealed, Delivered: The Impossible Dream

original subtitle by kanga6us

Salaam.

She has been in labor 15 hours.

You speak English.

We have a television

in our village.

I know who you are.

You brought medicine to our village once.

Hold on tight.

What's her name?

My daughter is nilofer.

I am asad.

And her husband?

The father wants a son.

A girl can accomplish great things

when she's free to do them.

Freedom...

Is not impossible...

But it may take time

and you do not have much.

All rise.

This better be good.

Madame chairman, this committee is called into emergency session

in light of new and time-sensitive information

that may involve military action.

Thank you, senator.

Before we begin,

let me reiterate

that this is a closed session regarding national security,

and all testimony given here today is sealed.

Let's see...

Mr... O'Toole?

Yes. I'm Oliver O'Toole.

These are my colleagues, Ms. mcinerney,

Ms. haywith, Mr. dorman.

And I understand you comprise a task force from...

The d.L.O.?

That is correct.

Is this c.I.A., f.B.I., or n.S.A.?

U.S.P.S.

We work at the post office.

That's right, Bob.

This was the image we saw nearly two years ago,

when 12-year-old Phoebe amidon tied a yellow ribbon

around the tree in her grandfather's yard,

awaiting news of her mother.

Lieutenant randilynn amidon went missing

while serving with American troops

in Afghanistan, near the Pakistan border.

But now, 22 months later,

with amidon still missing

and the circumstances of her disappearance still sketchy,

and no answers in sight,

this "welcome back" ribbon

is a sad reminder of the reputation

lieutenant amidon may never return home to defend.

I would like to know what bearing

four postal employees from Denver

have on the status

of a missing American soldier in Afghanistan.

: Yes, well.

Several months ago,

in the course of performing our duties

as postal detectives in the dead letter office,

we became acquainted

with a Phoebe amidon,

the 14-year-old daughter of lieutenant randilynn amidon,

as well as her grandfather, Mr. Harper ferguson.

We came to believe

that lieutenant amidon did not abandon her duties

the night she went missing,

and, in fact, she conducted herself heroically

and yet, uh, sadly,

most likely, was, uh, probably not living.

And to that, of course, we have no comment.

Of course.

However, we now have information to suggest

that lieutenant amidon may well be alive

and urgently in need of your assistance.

And that is based on the contents

of the letter we have here?

Yes.

And you came to this conclusion last night?

Yes, and if I may, I need to go back a few days.

Please.

Last Thursday,

we were preparing to travel to Washington, D.C.,

for the national miss special delivery pageant.

Is that a real thing?

I was finalizing some paperwork before our trip...

I understand you have something very unique

planned for the pageant.

Oh, well, this year's theme is "delivering inspiration."

And for my talent,

I will be doing a dramatic reading

from my unpublished historical romance novel

renita hayweather: Frontier duchess.

A dramatic novelist!

Amazing! Brilliant.

No one can compete with that.

We'll all be crossing our fingers

for you this Saturday.

Thank you, Ramon.

That was very nice,

miss Rita.

-Thank you.

Time for us to go on our trip to Washington, D.C.,

together.

-Oh, yeah, okay. -Goodbye!

As always, miss Rita... A pleasure.

Oh, it must be very hard to say goodbye.

Oh, not really.

No, not to me, my friend.

Goodbye to miss Rita.

She will win, of course,

and then she's off traveling the world

on her triumphant goodwill tour.

Just imagine all the places she will go...

All the people she will meet...

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Just a couple more things to sign,

then it's all yours.

I am sorry for your loss.

But at least your father made sure

that you'd be well taken care of.

My biological father.

I never knew him.

I have your skinny caramel steamer coming,

just the way you like it.

Oh, that's so sweet, Norman.

Who's Oliver talking to?

: His lawyer.

He inherited so much money, she comes to see him now.

With all of this money,

I suppose you will want to start talking about early retirement.

And quit the post office?

Well, why not?

You're young, you're single, and you're rich.

Ms. bullock,

the only thing Harvey schmidtz gave me,

besides this inheritance,

was a piece of advice.

"You never have enough money if all you have is money."

What does that mean, anyway?

It means...

It's time to get back to work.

Have you seen your itinerary, Ms. mcinerney?

I'm sorry. What?

: Well, I made copies for all of us

and highlighted

the events pertinent to each of us

in corresponding colors.

You're yellow.

Yellow! Huh.

We arrive at 3:56.

Check in the hotel at 5:10,

arrive at the capitol grill at 6:45 for a quiet dinner

before curfew at 10:30.

And tomorrow morning, Rita-- right here in pink--

registers for the pageant at 9:00,

and you and I and Norman leave at 9:30

to take a tour of the library of congress,

Ford's theater, and, uh, the national postal museum.

Postal museum?

Uh, think you're ready to go back there?

It's time.

I'd like to get it over with.

Of course.

And then I can show you around my old stomping grounds.

Oh. I-is there a museum you'd like to add?

Or-- or... would you like to visit old postal friends?

Well, Rebecca starkwell

was my only friend at the D.C. office,

and she's on her honeymoon.

Oh. Is there an old boyfriend

to visit at the post office?

I'm not in the habit of calling up old boyfriends.

And even if I were,

his work is...

Well, he's hardly ever in town.

Great!

It's settled then.

Taxi should be arriving any minute.

Almost forgot!

What?

Don't ask. Can't tell. It's a surprise.

Ahh!

Field kit!

Norman! We're going on holiday.

All you need is your suitcase.

Uh-oh.

I know it's a horrible thought,

veering off your blue itinerary into my yellow itinerary,

but I was wondering

if we could make a tiny detour on our way to the hotel?

A detour?

I wanted to...

Drive by the house where I grew up,

for old time's sake.