My, my, Mr. Masterson. We did get a little overenthusiastic in our imagination there, didn't we. In fact we had to come up with just oodles of coincidences to keep the plot lumbering along. Didn't we. In fact having a psychotic father steal his son from his separated wife just wasn't enough. Did he have to believe the boy had cancer? Did his wife have to have such a stereotyped drip of a boyfriend? And must she have ended up with the cop? We're not playing. We're dead.