Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 1, Episode 14 - The Wall: Part 1 - full transcript

The discovery of an envelope hidden in a wall, left there by Lucius Snow, coincides with a visit of the U.S. President to Chicago. Gary uncovers an assassination plot is in the works, and he is at the center of it. The envelope left by Snow reveals that Snow faced a similar situation in 1963. Colleagues are not safe as part 1 of "The Wall" plays out.

Previously on Early Edition...
If that's the same cat,

then I figure all I got to do
is find out about this guy.

What can I do for you?
I was wondering if I could get
a look at the archives.

Lucius Snow--
that's the fella's name.

He set the Truman headline

a whole day
before anybody else knew.

Yeah, all the type,
all set before it happened.


The past is never over.

The future's never begun.

That's what someone said.

Don't ask me who.

When you think about it,

it kind of makes sense.

Like yesterday's dinner
is tomorrow's leftovers,

or something like that.

The thing is,
most of us live in the now.

You know, get up
in the morning,

brush your teeth,
put on your socks.


Until you start getting
tomorrow's news today.

(door whooshing)

Then everything changes,

and nothing will ever
quite be the same again.

(train rattling)

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

Come on, let's go to work.

We got a newspaper
to put out here.

Here's the president's
visit story you asked for.

Hanley, you missed
your deadline again.

No excuses.

Rowlney, you put me
to sleep again.

Doesn't anyone write
the news around here?

Who else is covering
the presidential story?

(drill whirring)

A little more
slack on that cord.

MAN 2:
Is that the new bit?

MAN 1:


(indistinct shouting)

MAN 2:
Looks good.

MAN 3:
What's taking
so long?

Almost there.

Good, 'cause we got
eight more lines to go.

It's through.
I can feel it.


(debris clinking)

(rumbling and hissing)

What is that?

Okay, is that everything?

Rent, utilities, clothes.

Don't forget cat food.

No. I got the cat food.

Now, where's the cat?

What does it come to?

Whatever it is, it isn't enough.

It is for me.

I have been coming here
every month

and having to watch you make
a budget. A budget.

When you could have more cash
than the Prince of Brunei.

Monks in Tibet make
more money than you.

It's starting to
drive me crazy.

Well, then go.
Oh, no, no, no.

Pathetic as it may
seem, this is the
one time in my life

when I know I can
actually beat the odds.

That is pathetic.

Thank you,
(cat mewing)

(paper thuds against door)

(door squeaks open)

(cat yowls)
Good morning.



all I'm suggesting is that

we take a more prudent
financial approach.

Say, uh, throw
in season tickets

to the Bulls for
a few years, huh?

What's this?

Those marks
all over the headline.


So it's a sloppy headline.

Wait a minute.
Let me see that.

Get out of here.

Come on.

You never give up,
do you, Chuck?


How do you expect me
to bet on a horse

if I can't see
the race results?

Just keeping you honest,

if that's not
a contradiction in terms.

All right. Here's
one-- third race

at Pimlico.

Three-six-two trifecta
pays 160.

Okay. How much
we putting down?

Oh. Uh...


Here's 16.

16 bucks? That's it?

What if we do
a little negotiation?


Another grand?

My own money?

Do you want me to go?

You know, it's embarrassing
what I have to do

to help you pay your rent.



Don't get
creative on me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now that
your finances are done,

what's next?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Yes, I do.

What do you mean,
the mail hasn't come yet?

Where are we,

Mr. Hawks, I...
Never mind.

I'll get it myself.

Stafford, you misspelled
brassiere again.

A little thing called
spell check, okay?

There's someone here
to see you, sir.


He's over there.

I don't know him.

Ask him to leave.

Junk. Junk.

He is from the
government, sir.

Whose government?


Okay. Here, open this
for me, will you?

No. On second thought,
it might be personal.

(loud overlapping chatter)

Good morning.

Harry Hawks.

You're looking for me?

I am.

Well, what can
I do for you?

Don't open that!

Don't open that.

Hey, wait.
That's my mail.


get down!

Everybody get down!

(loud chatter)

Get down!
Get down!


(women screaming)

Are you all right?

What is it?

(bell ringing)

Are you hurt?

Who the hell is that?

You all right, Mister, uh...?

Dobbs. John Dobbs.

Secret Service.

Secret Service, huh?

What are you doing here?

Special assignment, Washington.

What kind of
special assignment?

Well, you can call
and check me out,

Detective, uh...



I suggest you do that.

Oh, don't
worry, I will.


So, you got

Uh, what
have we got?

Letter bomb.

At least
that's what he says.

We're running

You again.

No. Don't... Don't tell me.

You had another one
of those flashes?


What kind
of flashes?

It's kind of hard
to explain.

I imagine it is.

I don't get it.
Who'd want to kill me?

I'm an editor. They'd
just get another one.

Hey, don't worry about it.

Whoever this guy is,
we're gonna find him.

In the meantime, you can go.

Come on,
I'll buy
you lunch.

Near death

always make
me hungry.

Excuse me. First,
I'd like to talk

to you two.



It'll just take a minute.

Oh, no, I can't. I've...

I insist, Gary.

Do you mind
if we use your office?


Oh, sure.

Go right ahead.

(loud, overlapping chatter)

First of all, I hope
I can count on some discretion

concerning what
I'm about to say.

How about we
order lunch in?

Uh, listen, I'm sure
this is none of my business,

so why don't I...?
Oh, I think it is.

Okay. We'll
wait on lunch.

the president is due in town
day after tomorrow.

He's here to make a speech.

I'm here to make sure
that everything goes well.

One guy? I thought they
had a whole team for that.

Oh, they do.

Protection, surveillance,


They know what
to look for.

My job is different.

I work in the background.

I'm what you might call a...
a hunter.

Hunting for what?

Oh, most anything.

People with grudges,
people with plans,

the odd schizophrenic,

garden variety nut,

the one who hasn't shown up
on the radar screen


My job is to see
that he doesn't.

And that's why

you came to see me?
It's funny

the things that pass through
a newspaper editor's office.

For instance,
uh, people

who think that they know things
that the rest of us don't.

(door opening)

This confab just about over?

Some of us

have work to do.

I think we're finished for now.

I'm sure we'll be
talking again soon.


(siren blaring,
overlapping, indistinct chatter)

So, where do I reach you

in the unlikely event
that I should want to.

Right here will do.

Do you want
to show me an office,

or shall I pick out one myself?

So he called you a nut?

In so many words, yes,
among other things.

Well, he might be right.

You are kind of, uh...

(clears throat):

There's a booth
over at table two.

The only reason I'm
different is 'cause
I get this paper.

Other than that, I'm
completely normal.

You sure about that?


Look, knock it off,
will you?

Mm-hmm. You saved
a guy's life today.

You should feel good
about that. Sit, Spike.

Yeah, except for,
he probably thinks

I'm the one
that sent the damn thing.

Who? Hawks?

No, this Agent Dobbs.

What is wrong with this thing?

The headline's getting worse.

Excuse me, Spike.

(Spike growls,
Chuck clears his throat)


I'm back.

Did you make it
to the racetrack?

Yeah, I made it
to the track.

Did you make the bet?



We have a little problem.

What kind of a problem?

It's not my fault.

I was going to do
exactly as you told me.

The three-six-two horse,
the third race,

trifecta, 16 bucks.

So what happened?

Last minute scratch.

What do you mean
"last minute scratch"?

That's impossible,
it's in the paper.

I don't care what was
in the paper.

The paper was wrong.

The three horse came up lame.

So I had to bet on my lucky
number: seven.

And you lost?

Au contraire.

You won?


Well, how much did you win?

42 grand and change.

Oh, my God.


But not only that,

look at the name
of the seven horse,

the one that won,
the third race.

Go ahead, look it up.

What's it say?

Number seven, "Mr. Snow's Cat."

I don't believe it.

Told you.

So it's coincidence.

It could have been any name.


It happened to be
Mr. Snow's Cat.

You picked
a number, you won.

There's nothing
mystical about that.

No, it could happen to anyone.
That's right.

Except that the name
of the horse

happens to be the same name
of a certain typesetter

that got the paper
before you did.

And his cat who you happen
to share an apartment with.

And a...
Look, enough already.

If you find proof, great.

Otherwise, coincidence.

Mr. Hobson.


From the Sun-Times, remember?
The Archives.

Yeah, how are you?

I brought you something.

Figured you'd
be interested.

Just turned up today
in a hole in the wall.

Where'd you find this?

Wasn't me.

Telephone guys.

They were installing new lines
when the wall caved in.

Being as how I'm
the archivist...

Wait a minute.

It was in the wall?

Got me.

They renovated
the place in '65.

Maybe it got put
in by mistake.

Somehow I doubt that.

Not when it comes
to Lucius Snow.

Anyway, now that you've
got it, I'll be going.

Where you going? You just got
here; take a load off.

Let's just say,
I'm superstitious.

Last time I got involved
in that stuff,

it almost got me killed.

Call me

if you need me,
which I hope you don't.

So you gonna open it?

I don't know.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe it's none of my business.

Nah. Open it.

Yeah, go ahead.

All right.

Another newspaper?

What'd you expect? Old bones?

Gary, what is it?

"Saturday, November 23, 1963,
Kennedy Killed.

"John F. Kennedy, 35th President
of the United States

"was shot and killed today
in Dallas,

"12:59, local time.

"The president,
enjoying new popularity

"all through the South,
was waving from his motorcade

"when the shots were fired.


"24-year-old Lee Harvey Oswald
has been charged with the crime

"and is expected to be formally
booked this afternoon.

"The nation has gone
into mourning

for its fallen hero."

Okay, so the guy leaves
a newspaper

some 30 years old,
what's the point?

Don't you see?

He knew it was
going to happen.


He read about it in his
paper, the day before.

Somehow he knew
about it all:

the when,
the where, the how.

No, it's more than that.

He was there.

Ah, Crumb.

Mind if I borrow your desk?

Apparently not.

Anything else I can do for you?

Well, I've been browsing
through some of your files.

Interesting reading.

Couldn't help but notice
a common thread

running through a lot of them.

And what would that be?

Well, Hobson...

Hobson, Hobson, and, uh,


Kind of a theme,
don't you think?

You're wasting your time.

The kid's harmless.

Seems like every time
something happens, he's around.

I don't know.
He, uh...

gets these feelings, I guess.

He gets feelings, and things
blow up and fall down?

What are you saying?

He's making this up?

Well, let's say he's the fireman

who sets the fires and then
shows up to put them out.

This doesn't
seem strange to you?

I see things different,
that's all.

I think he's trouble.

I think you're making a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

I can't afford to.

Neither can you.


Airline tickets,
hotel reservations,

car rentals.

So the guy took
a trip, that's all.

There must be a clue
in there somewhere,

some kind of message.

Maybe he meant to just
throw all this stuff away.

You don't really
believe that, do you?

He hid the damn thing in a wall.

Yeah? Well, why?

Look, we knew the
guy was in Dallas.

We knew he was there
the day it happened.

So the question is:

Where did he go?
What did he do?

There's something
we're not seeing.

There's... what is that?


What is it?

It's a business card.

"U.S. Secret Service,
J.T. Marley."


Snow needed help,
that's who he went to.

We have to find
this Marley guy.

What, you expect to find
this guy after 30 years?

Yeah, what do you want us to do?

Knock on the Secret Service's
door and say,

"Hey, excuse me. Is J.T. in?"


Oh, no, not me.

I told you
I'm superstitious.

Come on, Morris,
it's a favor.

Just a little research,
that's all.

That's what you
said last time.

Why is this so
important anyway?

Was Snow some kind of a crook?

No, it's not that,
it's just,

I need to know a little bit
more about the guy, that's all.

So you want me to break
into government files

and find you a name
just like that?

Well, you're right.

You probably wouldn't be able
to figure that out anyhow.

Probably should have
my head examined

for letting you
talk me into this.

Okay, here we go.

You sure you know
what you're doing, Morris?

You don't work in
the basement 30 years

without learning some tricks.

Let's see what happens.

Well, you're breaking
into Secret Service files.

This is not the Secret Service.

This is the IRS.


By department zip code.

Your bureaucracy

at work.



Let's see Marley,

Marley, Marley...

I don't see it.

Maybe he never paid
his taxes.

It happens.

What happens?

What's going on here?

Uh, research.

Research on what?


Bolivian finches.

Bobtailed Bolivian finches.

White-breasted bobtailed
Bolivian finches, very rare.

Cute. Now, get out of here.

This isn't a public library.

Morris, check these out.

Stop tying up my employees
on company time, huh?

Hey, Hawks, do you

remember a guy
who used to work here?

He retired a few years ago,
typesetter named

Lucius Snow?


White-haired guy?

Had a cat?



How's that?

Completely out of his mind.


Uh, well, nothing.
It's, uh...


Well then,
if you'll excuse me,

I've got tomorrow's edition
to deal with.

Yeah, me, too.

What is it?




Hope I'm not disturbing you.

Just thought
you might want to know.

I found J.T. Marley.

Took a while, but I did.

Where is he?

In the Obits.

He's dead.


January, 1964.

Two months after Dallas.

Went down in a plane.

No survivors.

You're sure it's him.

Oh, it's him all right.

Got his bio and everything.

Too bad.

According to this,
the man was a hero.


Oh, thanks, Morris.

What the hell is this?

So this is where he lives?

Rented room.

Unless he owns
the hotel.

I've got a problem with people
who live in rented rooms.

Oh, come on.

He's harmless.

Let's go home.


Did you check me out?

Did you call Washington?

Well, yeah.
Did they tell you

what I was doing

So do me a favor.

Don't get in my way.


Yeah, sure.


let's drive.

(thunder cracking)

♪ ♪

Come on, there's gotta
be something here.

What am I doing?

Oh, what am I doing?

It can't be.

Snow's cat.



(thunder cracks)

ANNOUNCER (over radio):
Good morning.

The time is now 6:30
in Chicago.

It's a chilly 24 degrees,
and here's the news.

Security is tight
as the city prepares
(cat meowing)

for tomorrow's visit
from President Tyson.
(paper thuds against door)

(cat meowing)

You're on your own today, buddy.

Hey, Mike.

Mr. Hobson.

That about it?


Oh, $50.

How come?

What'd you do,
rob a bank?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Tell you what,
next time rob one for me.



You, uh...

under these headlines,

find anything strange
in them?

Strange? How?

I don't know.

They got, uh,
marks on them.

They're kind
Which bank?

ANNOUNCER (over radio):
White House officials

announced that when the
president visits downtown...

It's you again.

Like the moth
to the flame.

Which bank
did you rob?

Oh, all of them.

So, where are you
going, Hobson?

None of your business.

Maybe it is.
Maybe it isn't.

You seem to be
in a hurry.

Beat it.

I would if I could.

What the hell is it
you want with me?

Oh, what do I want?

Well, maybe I want the answer
to a few questions.

Like, uh, what are you
gonna do today, huh?

You're not going to work.
You haven't got a job.

I know that.

So maybe you've got
something else in mind?

Something you heard.

In your head, huh?

What does it sound
like, this, uh, voice

that you talk to?

Or is it a vision, huh?

Gary, do this;
Gary, do that.

Must be kind of
a drag, huh?

Do you see a shrink
about this?

Or do you try to keep
it down inside?

Huh? Yeah. That's
it, isn't it?

It's like a, a genie
trying to break out, huh?

It's crazy, isn't it?

You know what I'm talking about,
don't you?

It's crazy!


And you can't stop it, can you?


It's the cat all right.

Kind of blurry,

but there it is.

is there any way you can blow
that picture up?

Well, I could,

with the grain,

it'd most likely
turn out the same.

What are you
looking for anyway?

Or do I want
to know?

(phone rings)
Probably not.

I figured.

So what now?

Now, I go home.

Oh, great,
I got those...

You don't mean that,
do you?

Gary, you just
found a clue.

So there's a cat
in the picture.

What am I
supposed to do?

So that means he was there
the moment it happened.

I mean, he must have tried
to stop it, just as you would,

but he couldn't.

The question is: Why?

Look, if the guy wanted help,
he should have asked for it.

He did.
He's asking you.

Gary, there's something else
in that picture.

You just have to find it.

Maybe there
I can help.

(bell over door rings)


Well, there goes
my digestion.

You eat that
for breakfast?

It's better
than doughnuts.

What do you want?

Well, I thought maybe
we should make peace.

Got off
on the wrong foot.

And the fact is we could
help each other out, huh?

Yeah? How's that?

Well, I've got my job.
You've got yours.

We're both under
a lot of pressure.

Hell, we've both got families
to support, right?

Ah, well, uh...

So, I was thinking
like, uh,

well, the letter bomb,

do you have any leads
on that?

No, not a trace.

And don't start with this
Hobson stuff again.

Oh, no, no.

I'm probably too hard
on that guy, huh?

You're damn right
you are.
Well, you know him.

I don't.

But you can't blame me
for asking questions.

You have to admit
he's strange.

Yeah, well.

Like all that money
he carries around.

What money?

All that cash.

I mean,
he hasn't got a job.

Who's paying him,

How much money?

Well, look,

it's not like you have
to have a search warrant

or anything.

Like I said, it's...

it's just strange, huh?


Not bad.


I think
I'll order one.

No, no. Be my guest.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, the Warren
Commission's report.

That picture's famous.

It should
be in here.


Well, hold
your horses.

My eyes ain't good
as they were.

Ah, here it is.

It's the same picture.


But this time,
they've got names.


There's the cat
standing next to...

let me see.

Anderson, Spivak
and... great.

What is it?

J.T. Marley.

It's a dead end.

Well, who says?
J.T. Marley's dead.

That's a dead end.

Unless, of course,
he's not.

He faked his death.

He's still out there,
alive and well.

Haven't you heard?

How do you know that?

Your friend Snow told me.

Now, get out of my stacks.

Hey, Hawks,
hang on.

I'll be back in
a second. Hawks!

Listen, Hawks,
all I need to know...
Forget about it.

I don't want to talk
about this anymore, okay?

You're wasting my time,
not to mention my staff's.

And what about Snow?

Snow was a lunatic.

The guy drove me batty,
him and his crackpot theory.

What theory?

Oh, come on, it's Kennedy.

Everyone has a theory--

CIA, bandits, outlaws,

pink elephants,
but Snow's...

that was a doozy.

So he told you have about it?

I was just a cub, okay?

I was trying to be polite.

But, my God, renegade agents?

Falsified death

Oswald was just a dupe?

Come on, that's crazy.

And what about Marley?

They found his bones scattered

all over a mountain top
in central Peru.

So were his teeth,

which they identified
one by one.

I checked it all out.

It's a waste of time.

I almost got fired.

And what about the cat?


The cat in the picture.

What cat?
Snow's cat.

Give me that.

You found this here?
It's property of this paper.

And here it stays.

The only reason I
don't throw you out

is 'cause you
saved my life.

Which I thank you for.
Now get out.

Listen, Hawks...

No. You listen to me.

Cats don't kill presidents.
Got it?

Now go.

I got work to do.

Come back any time.

Conspiracy theories.

This stuff'll be
the death of me yet.


(latch clicks)


♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

What do you want
to do about Dobbs?

I need a warrant.


For what?


I need to make a search.



(keys jingling)

Yeah, I'm hungry, too.

MAN (on TV):
The White House announced today

that after the president's
arrival in Chicago,

he will speak to labor leaders
all over the country.

Governor Fallon has called
the visit a proud day

for a proud city...

Look, don't take it
so hard, all right?

So you made a fool of
yourself. What else is new?

MAN (on TV):
This is Chicago's news.

I would have liked
to have seen his face

when you told him
about that cat.

Did he really threaten
to throw you out?

You're getting a real kick
out of this, aren't you?

Thanks, Sam.
Thanks, buddy.

I got it. So you came up
with a goose egg, all right.

Maybe there was nothing
to it in the first place.

I mean, cripes,

the thing is practically
ancient history by now anyway.

I don't have
any cash.

WOMAN (on TV):
As a result, electricity
has been interrupted...




I don't have any, either.

I don't have
any money.

What about the money
from the track?

The money from...
the money from the track.

No. The money from the track's
not for something like this.

That's for living expenses.

Wrong. Money from the track
was a windfall.

You said yourself
you didn't need all that.

Come on, let's
live a little.

All right. I'll go.

No, no, no,
no. I'll go.

You sit down.

Relax. Take
a load off.

Where is it?

WOMAN (on TV):
A six-alarm warehouse fire

is raging out of control...

It's in the desk
on the right-hand side.

All right. You
wet your whistle.

Watch some TV.

All right?

Look, I'll be back
in two minutes.

(loud crowd chatter)

(pool balls clacking)

WOMAN (on TV):
Most of the facility
had been closed...

In other news, local police
aided by Secret Service

are busy setting up blockades
in the Loop

for what's sure to be
thousands of Chicagoans

waiting to greet the president
and his motorcade.

The White House today
announced more details

about the president's visit
to Chicago tomorrow.

Air Force One will arrive
at O'Hare International Airport

some time just after noon

where dignitaries
will be on hand

to greet the first couple.

Airport officials don't expect

the visit will disrupt
commercial traffic,

but they are suggesting

that passengers be aware
of potential delays.

The motorcade route
will take the president,

as well as the governor,
into town along Wacker Drive

where lunch crowds are expected
to turn out.

The president's car will then
travel down Michigan Avenue

and arrive at the hotel
at exactly 2:00.


President Kennedy died
at 1:00 p.m.

Central Standard Time,

2:00 o'clock Eastern

Standard Time,
some 38 minutes ago.

Under the direction
of government policy,

although Federal Reserve

have already stated
their reluctance

to upset the status quo.

There's another headline.


(cat mewing)

All right.

Come on, get away.


I love you.

What the...?

"Presidential route?"

(loud banging on door)



We got a search
warrant. Open up!

Come on, open up!

Move! Move! Freeze!

Wait, wait. Hold
it right there.


Against the wall!
Come on!

Turn around. Pull
over. Spread 'em.

Detective Crumb,
over here.

Better come see
what we got.

What? What'd I do?


What the hell.

(loud, overlapping chatter,
jazz playing, pool balls clack)

(cash register bell dings)

Ethan, don't leave yet!

Thanks a lot.

Gary? Gary?

Come on.
Well, what's wrong?

Come on.
Wait. Where
you taking me?

What's happening, Gary?

Where we going?

Gary, tell me
what's going on.

What is it, Gary?
(car tires squeaking)

What is it?

(car engine revving)

Oh, my God, Gary.

(engine racing)

Gary, you're shaking.

What's wrong?
What's happening?

Marissa, President Tyson's
gonna be shot.

Listen, the headlines,
the marks in the paper--

it's been trying to tell me.

Oh, my God, we've
got to get help.

No. We can't do that.
Of course we can.

If there's a gunman
out there...
Marissa, it's me.

What are you talking about,
it's you?

Listen, tomorrow at 2:00,
the paper says I'm gonna try

and shoot the President
of the United States.

That doesn't make sense.

It's not right.

Maybe someone's trying
to set you up.


No, it's not Dobbs.

How do you know
it's not Dobbs?

Because I'm gonna
kill Dobbs, too.

Well, what are you gonna do?


I don't know.

You're gonna need help.

(loud breathing)



(sirens blaring)

(tires squealing)

You want a press
release on this?

Not a peep.

(garbled radio transmission)

Get him out of here!


I didn't even do anything.

(sirens blaring)

Hey, Crumb!

(voice in slow motion):
Gary, run!

(in slow motion):
Grab that guy!


(gun chamber cocking)


(garbled radio transmission)

He may lead us to Marley.


Come on,
let's go.

(garbled radio transmission)



...underway tonight
for the president's arrival

tomorrow morning to speak
to the nation's governors...

I need to talk
to Hawks. Where is he?

In his office.

...busy setting up blockades
in the Loop...

But I-I wouldn't
disturb him.

He's been in there
all night long.

...waiting to greet
the president and his motorcade.

If you're going to be downtown
tomorrow, be advised...

Hey, Hawks!

Hawks, open up. It's Hobson.

I'm sorry to barge in like this.

♪ Babe ♪

Look, something's happened.

I don't have anyone to
turn to. I'm in trouble.


♪ I got you, babe... ♪

(shallow breathing)

(knocking at door)

Did you want me to
help you with the...?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

No. No. Stop! No.

(sirens blaring)

♪ ♪

(train cars rumbling
and chugging)