Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 1, Episode 19 - The Cat - full transcript

CHUCK:
Life is full of unpredictables.

Honey, don't
be scared.

The bunny's mommy died.

CHUCK:
The pitfalls
you never see coming.

It's just a movie.

I'll buy you
an ice cream.

The bunny's mommy died.

How about a trip
to the toy store?

CHUCK:
The mine fields
you didn't know were there.

Sometimes you can
head off disaster,

say, with tomorrow's newspaper.



Excuse me.

Uh, is this Mikey?

Yes.

Hey, Mikey?

He won't listen
to anyone.

But, Mikey, I-I just
wanted to tell you

that everything's
gonna be all right.

I mean, it's
okay, really.

See, it's, it's
just a movie, see...

CHUCK:
But sometimes,
even that's not enough.

Excuse me.

CHUCK:
Sometimes
when the chips are down,

you need help
from a higher power.
Excuse me.

Roger Ebert,
right? Yeah.
Yeah, uh-huh.



Listen, there's
a little boy

down there, and he's
just seen this movie...
Uh-huh.

Yeah.
and he's very upset.

because
of the mother's...
Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Thank you.
His name's Mikey.
Uh-huh.

Okay.

Mikey?

Roger Ebert?
Hi.

The movie critic?
Yeah.

Would you like to know why
the bunny's mommy has to die?

Yeah.
Because, see,

if Bosco's mommy didn't die,

then he wouldn't
be all on his own.

And that's why the parents
always die at the beginning

of every animated picture
about little animals.

See, that way, we can
identify with them
as they struggle

against obstacles.

And when they have a victory,
it's all their own.

Now, if Bosco's mother
didn't die, why,

she probably wouldn't even
have let him leave the house.

Anything else?

Does my mommy have to die?

Of course not.

How do you know?

Because you're not a rabbit.

Okay.

We can go.

How'd I do?

Uh, well, you did...

Here. Pretty good.
(laughs)

Take care.
Thank you.

Yeah.
Thank you very much.

CHUCK:
Hell, even Luke Skywalker
needed help

from Obie Wan
once in a while.

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

This doesn't
look good.

(cat meowing)

GARY:
Do you think
he's all right?

CHUCK:
I don't know.

The cat's a hundred
years old.

What do you expect?

Well, I don't know
what he looks like,

but he doesn't
sound very good.

How long has he
been this way?
Thanks.

This morning
since he showed up.

Thank you.
It's not good.

Well, maybe
he's hungry.

I gave him
a bowl of milk.

He wouldn't
touch it.

CHUCK:
Maybe he's tired.

He's been working for Gary
for the past year.

Who knows how long before
that for Lucius Snow.

But he's not just any cat.

And he shouldn't be sick.

Well, what am I
supposed to do now?

Why don't we fill him
full of cat nip.

Put him in the corner
and see what happens.

That's enlightened.

You got a better
idea, sister?

CHUCK:
Now, how about call a vet?

There you go.

Which one?

This one.
(meowing)

GARY:
I'm gonna go get a box.

How does he do that?

(meowing)

Hey, uh, hey, Chuck,
you, uh,

you speak Japanese?

Of course, I do.
I'm a stockbroker.

Here.

Take care of that for me

while I go to the vet,
will you? Thanks.

And, Chuck, please don't
make me regret this.

Uh, why me?

Because he asked you to.

Plus, you speak
the language,

or so you said.

What is that
supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Look, uh, I
got to go.

You're not
going to work?

No. I have something
else to do.

I'm gonna sign up
for classes.

You going back to school?

Kind of.

It's through
a grant from work.

Oh, so they're gonna
pay you to go to class?

What are you studying?

Psychology.

Good.

Now you can analyze me.

Wish me luck.
Yeah.

All right,
well, good luck.

Same to you.

Yeah, I'm gonna need it.

Oh!

(speaking Japanese)

(speaking Japanese)

Uh, get your butts

out of here now!

WOMAN:
What happened?

Welcome to Chicago.

Enjoy the rest
of your stay.

(phone ringing)

(meowing)

Quiet. I don't want
to be here, either.

What's his name?

He doesn't, uh,
he doesn't have a name.

Mm. I see.

You just got him.

Well, we've sort of
adopted each other,

you might say.

Looks like a cat
I used to know.

Is he friendly?

Well, he's kind of,
kind of shy, actually.

Hey, cat.

(meowing)

Eunice Fadiman.

Uh, Gary Hobson.

How do you do?
Oh...

Do you have a cat?
No.

Something more
difficult--
a daughter.

Mom?

Hello, dear.

What are you
doing here?

You left a message.

You needed to talk.

Well, that was
last night.

And this is today.

No time like the present.

I have patients
waiting for me.

Well, they won't mind.

You don't mind
if I talk to my daughter.

They don't mind.
Mom, don't
embarrass me, okay?

Am I being embarrassing?

Mother, it's
about your trip.

My kids say that
you're going to Rome.

Well, am I?

So?

So? Don't you think
that you might have told me?

Don't be silly. You're busy.

Mom?
Would you like to
see the picture

of my grandchildren.

Geniuses, both of them.

Mom, we'll talk about this
later, okay?

Very well.

I'm going.
(meowing)

She's a wonderful
vet, by the way.

A difficult daughter,

but a wonderful vet.

Just joking,

darling.

See you.

Bye-bye, everybody.

I am very sorry about that,
Mr., uh, Hobson.

Oh, no.
About what?

My mother.

No.

Seems like she's
very, uh, colorful.

Colorful?

Did your mother
ever do that?

Do what?

Make a spectacle
out of herself

in front of a room
full of strangers?

Well, uh,
no, uh, no.

Never mind.

Um, listen.

Why don't you just put
the little one on here.

Okay.

How did you find me?

Uh, your ad.

Really?

That ad isn't supposed
to run till tomorrow.

Oh, well, it would...

How does he look?

Oh, hold on.

His eyes look good.

How old is he?

Old.

What's his history?

Old.

Shots?

You know, I give him a bowl
of milk in the mornings.

I see.

Listen, Mr. Hobson, I'd like
to just keep him overnight,

just take some tests.

Uh, you can't do that.

I see.

And why's that?

(chuckles)

Because you, uh,

because, uh,

uh...

he, uh...

So, you left it there?

I didn't have
a choice.

She acted like she was
going to call the ASPCA.

That's pretty risky.

What about the paper?
Don't worry about it.

The paper will show up at
my place in the morning.

Let me tell you.

Funny thing is, I take
the cat in there,

it's as sick as can be.

All of a sudden, it jumps up
on this old woman's lap,

and it acts like it's fine.

Really?

Well, I'm off work
for the day.

So soon?

I figured if you're gonna
start school again,

the least I can do
is play hooky.

Hey, how'd it go
with the registration?

Uh, I didn't do it.

Why not?

I don't know.

I went in and I started
thinking, you know,

I have a job, I have a life;
why start something new?

So, I came home.

Do I know this person?

I mean, you should
have been there.

There were all these students,
they were so...

intense.

I don't know if I can do that
anymore.

You want my opinion?

No.

I'll go...

tomorrow.

Right after you find your cat.

You didn't bring home your cat?

Don't worry about it.

It'll be there in the morning.

WOMAN (over radio):
Good morning.

It's 6:30 in Chicago,
and here's the news.

On Capitol Hill...
(turns off radio)

No.

(loud thud against door)

It's about time.

Hey, Boswell.

Sir?

You seen my cat around here?

You might try looking
under "C."

(phone book
thuds on floor)

I don't know why you're
in such a hurry.

I just want to see
how he's doing.

You are sure that
this cat is yours?

Wait a sec.

Is this today's paper?

Last month's.

Cat-box litter.

Mr. Hobson,
I'm beginning to think

there's something
very strange about you.

Look, this cat and I...
we're very close.

Now, could you show him to me,
please?

Right this way.

Oh, God...

Oh, no. This doesn't
make any sense.

I locked this myself.
Uh-oh.

It doesn't matter;
he's gone.

Well, how?
Cats don't just fly away.

You don't know this cat.

Where are you going?

I'm going to call
the city pound.

I've got to find that cat.

Listen, Mr. Hobson,

I think that
you should know
that I am married

to a lawyer in case
you're having any thoughts...

Have you got a phone book?

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. English, line two.
Just... (sighs)

Hello?

Mother! No, I told you,
I can't... What?

Well, yes, he is here. Why?

Okay... we'll be right over.

(sighs)

Let's go.

Huh?

To my mother's.

Mom?

Looking much better,
don't you think?

I assure you, I did not steal
this man's cat.

How did it get here, then?

EUNICE:
I have no idea.

He just arrived at my door.

About what time
might that have been?

EUNICE:
This morning,
about 6:30.

Such a plaintive little cry,

so I just had to take
the poor creature in.

It just walked the 26 blocks
to your apartment?

She never
believes me.

Would you like
some tea or coffee?

Mom...
No, I...

I have a professional
reputation, you know.

You can't just go around
kidnapping my patients.

I said, I did not
steal this cat.

And as far as
your reputation,

you care too much
about what people
think about you.

Which is more than you do.

Did you say tea?

Uh, no, actually, I...

Uh, did you get
the paper today, by chance?

Yes, it's on the end-table,
in there.

(cat meows)

Hmm. Did you, uh,
read it, by chance?

Oh, heaven's no. At my age,
all the news is the same,

except the obits.

Cake?

No, thank you.

Mom, he's got to go.

Oh, no.

You just got here.

Oh.

Oh, darling, you should wear
something more flowing.

I can't believe
you just said that.

Well, I-I ought to be
getting to work now, so, uh...

You know, there is something
familiar about you.

Have we met before?

Well, we met
at the office, yesterday.

No, I mean, before that.

(clock chiming)

No, perhaps not.

Okay, I'm going, too.

Well, kiss Eric
and the children for me.

And perhaps we'll meet again.

Yes, ma'am.
EUNICE:
Make it soon, because

I'm going to Rome. Remember?

Come on.

I am sorry
about that again.

Well, that's okay.
At least we found him.

No, I mean, my mother.

I apologize
for her behavior.

Oh, no, it's...

You must be mortified.

No...
She's driving me crazy,
you know?

I mean, she does this
kind of thing all of the time.

Whatever
she likes...
Oh, look, Doc,
this cat...

And this trip, she just
takes it into her head and goes.

She's been like this
all of her life.

Only now, I'm responsible...

Hello, Dr. English.

You've been up to see Eunice,
huh?

(cat meows)

Well, nice to see you, too.

Who, uh...?
You don't want
to know.

She's a grandmother,
Mr. Hobson.

Is this any way for a
grandmother to behave?
Look, Doc, Doc, I, I, I...

I don't mean to be rude,
or anything...

but I don't think this is
any of my business, so...

You're right. I've been talking
your ear off.

Uh... look, your cat is fine.

You didn't find anything, uh...

odd or peculiar about him?

No.

(cat meows)

Okay. Well, uh, thank you, Doc.

Uh... Thank you very much.

Mr. Hobson?

I love her, you know?

Tell her.

I can't.

(cat meows)

All right, so why'd you do it?

CHUCK:
I'll tell you why he did it.

He was running away.

Why?
To get away from you.

That's very helpful.

Just joshing.
Mm.

It sounds to me
like you're on the verge

of being fired,
my friend.

It happened before,
it can happen again.

He went from Lucius Snow
to you, right?

Lucius Snow dropped dead.

Okay.

But then again, that cat
was with Lucius Snow

for some 50 years, so...

Maybe it's a warning,
from old Lucius himself.

What kind of a warning?

Cash in while you've
still got the paper.

Lucius didn't do it,
and look what happened to him.

He spent the last 50 years

setting type.

The thing is that cat was
so damn contented

with that woman, and...

Maybe she serves him
better food.

Maybe he needs something
from her.

Maybe she needs something
from you.

Like what?

How should I know?

I don't know.

You seen Marissa?

No.

She went down to register
for those classes.

I was wondering
how it went.

Not so good.

Whoa.

I chickened out again.

No.

What's wrong with me?

At least the cat's okay.

GARY:
Hello, Dr. English.

Hi, this is Gary Hobson.

Look, I'm very sorry...
(cat meows)

to be calling you at home,
but, uh, well, my cat, uh...

(cat meows)
It appears he's sick again.

Yes, ma'am.

You... Tomorrow?

Okay.
(cat meows)

Okay. Thank you very much.

(cat meows)

You'd better not be faking it.

MAN (over radio):
Good morning, Chicago.

It's 6:30 and here's the traffic
situation up to the minute.

On the...
(turns off radio)

Ow! Shannen, that's
all the hair I have.

Oh! Hoo-hoo! You-hoo!

Over here!

Shannen, this is the young man
who I was telling you about.

Hello.
How do you do?

You saw my note?

Did he...?

Don't worry. Everything is fine.

That's easy for you to say.

You sure
you're not

leaving him outside my door?

No.

You know, Eunice, if the cat
wants to be with you,

maybe he should stay
with you for a while.

Just...
Oh, I couldn't do that.

Why not?

Oh, never mind.

Look, Eunice, I can't keep
chasing him around

every morning,
all over the city, just...

Eunice, where's the paper?

Oh, that. I don't have it.
I gave it to Louie.

Louie?

He loves his races.

(horn plays "First Call")

That's three in a row!

Hey, Louie!

You Louie DeFozio?
Yeah, you're talking
to him, kid.

What can I do for you?
You got my paper.

You're joking, right?

I need my paper.

Hey!

Hey, Louie...

Hey, let go of me!

I'm not kidding;
I want that paper.

Who sent you?!

Eunice.

Eunice? What happened?
Is she all right?

Look, look,
Eunice is fine.

Eunice just wants me to tell you
that that's my paper.

Oh...

Wait a minute.

How do you know Eunice?

Because Eunice takes
care of my cat.

Oh...

Wait a minute.

Do you know what
this paper is?

This paper?

Oh, yes, this is a mail order
trick from downtown.

Thank you very much.

Wait a minute.

She's my girlfriend,
Eunice.

Yeah, so I heard.

Watch out for
the daughter,
she's murder.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Why are you going
on this trip?

To see the world.

You have seen the world
a dozen times

with three different husbands.

I... Why do you keep
running away?

I'm not running;
I'm flying.

The red or the purple?

What do I tell
the kids?

That Grandma's gone again,

just doing whatever comes
into her head?

Being irresponsible?

Yes!

Well, honey, somebody's got to.

Oh, is that a shot
at me, just because
I-I, I prefer a life

that is somewhat normal?
(knocking on door)

Excuse me.

Oh!

I, uh, came for the cat.

Just in time.
Which one?

Oh, I like them both.

That's great.

Buy them all.

I'm leaving.

I'm late for work.

Excuse me.

Doc...

(door slams)

Oh, I see you found him.

Louie.
Oh, yeah.

Let me make you some tea.

Oh, no, thanks.
I really can't.

Look, Eunice, I have
somewhere I have to be.

What is it you do really?

Something with the news?

Uh... yes.

A writer?

No.

A reporter.

You might say that.

I used to know a man like you,
many years ago,

always reading the paper.

Look, if it's okay,
I think, I'll, uh...

I think I'll just take
the cat and, uh, go.

Well, if you must.

Except, you know,
if you like,

he can spend
one more night here.

Well, I thought
that you, uh...

She hates me, doesn't she?

I have tried, you know.

I have really tried.

I don't know,
I mean, maybe if you...

There's no time.

There's always time, uh...

Not for me.

Look, this is none
of my business, but I...

I don't think just because
you're going on vacation

that that's really...
It's not that.

I'm dying, Mr. Hobson.

There. I said it.

Milk in your tea?

Yeah.

MARISSA:
I feel like a kindergartener
being walked to school.

Why are you doing
this anyway?
CHUCK:
What are you

talking about? It's out
of the goodness of my heart.

That, and the fact that
Gary promised to show me

the sports section
for 15 seconds.

Well, at least some
things don't change.

Of course.

Okay, let's go over this

one more time.

You're not too old.

You still got an edge.

You're just a woman
with an unquenchable

thirst for knowledge.

Right.
Right.

What if I flunk out?

You're not going
to flunk out.

You're smarter than most
of the people in this joint.

All right, this is it.

This is registration.

I'm leaving you here.

Good luck.

God bless.

This is crazy.

I'm gonna feel pretty
idiotic in a classroom

with a bunch of
teenagers, you know?

Excuse me,
is this where I register?

Yeah, it's right there.
Thank you.

You got no more excuses.

That guy was old enough
to be my grandfather.

Go get 'em, champ.

Hey.

Louie!

Hey, not so fast!

Hey!

Thief! Thief! Rape!

Stop that!

You can't do that!

Look, this is
my paper, Louie...

Hey, this is only
the sports section.

Where's the rest of it?
I'm not greedy.

I left the rest for you.

Where?
Up there at Eunice's.

Speaking of whom,
what's going on between you two?

What's that
supposed to mean?

She's been talking
to you, hasn't she?

Huh?
You haven't been making
a move on her, have you?

Making a move on...?

(grumbles)

You watch yourself, sonny boy.

I've got my eye on you.

Yeah, yeah.

(knocking)

Hello?

Hello?

(clock chiming softly)

(cat meows)

(whispering):
Shut up.

EUNICE:
Louie, is that you?

Something's
happened?

Eunice, it's me, Gary.

Then I guess
you're elected.

I'll need to see my doctor.

Where is she?
Well, she's...

Is she all right?
Well...

Well, a simple yes or no
will do, Mr. Hobson.

She was sick and I brought her
in here and then I called you.

Well, you should have
called me first.

I cannot believe that she
came here with a stranger.

Well, I'm sorry,
I don't think there was

time to make a choice, though.

It's this stupid
trip she's planning.

It's wearing her out.

(sighs)

What am I going
to do about her?

EUNICE:
All right, I'm done.

We can go now.

Mom, what happened?

Nothing, a chill.

Nice purse.
You get it on sale?

Mom?

God, you walk

out of the doctor's office
like nothing happened,

criticize my purse, and then,
and then, and waltz away,

like with no explanation.
You're right.

I'm sorry.
Well, thank you.

I-I take back what
I said about the purse.

It's trendy, isn't it?

No, Mom, I am not going
to stand for this.

I get a call, I come
to the hospital

to see how you are...
That wasn't my idea.

If I've inconvenienced you,
I'm so sorry.

That is not
what I meant, Mother.

Eunice.

You!
Oh, God!

What are you doing here?

He came to see me, dear.

You are so good
to me, Louie.

Listen, I got to talk
to you about this guy.

Absolutely not.

We are going home right now.

But...
Mother, you're

coming home with me.
She's coming

with me.
I am not going

with either of you, thank you.

I'm going to lunch
with Mr. Hobson.

Huh? Oh, no...
No, I insist.

I can't do this, I...
Kiss the children

for Grandma.

Look, I can't go with you.
(elevator doors close)

♪ ♪

I'll have carrot juice
and a salad,

hold the dressing.

That's it?

Just give me a glass
of ice water, thank you.

Okay.

You won't grow if
you eat like that.

Look, uh... Eunice,
can I ask you something?

You want your cat back?

(chuckles)

It's just that, uh...

I need to know what's going on?

Of course you would.

Fire away.

How long have you known?

I found out eight weeks ago.

It has a name,
but I can't pronounce it.

It doesn't matter.

The doctor wanted
to tell my daughter,

and I said no.

This is mine
to deal with.

And I will deal with it.

Anything else?

Why am I here?

She needs your help.

Who?

Robbin.

I want you to tell her.

Me?
She'll listen to you.

Oh, no. No, I can't do that.
Mr. Hobson...

I can't do that, Eunice.
You have to do that.

Well, I can't.

Why can't you?

I'm leaving tomorrow.

You what?

There's no sense in waiting.

What about Louie?

No, I'm going alone.

You know, Mr. Hobson,

you know, things happen
in life for reasons.

That's why your cat
brought you to me,

so that you could
tell her things

that I can't.

I want to show you something.

EUNICE:
Mountain climbing
with husband number one.

Down the Nile with husband
number two, Robbin's father.

Kuala Lumpur--
spouse number three.

Rest his soul.

You've had a good, uh...

a good amount of traveling.

I've made a point
of keeping busy.

Who's this?

The one who got away.

Mr. Hobson, I loved

my husbands, make no mistake,
but nothing

compared to what I felt
for this man...

...41 years ago

for one week in Rome.

What, uh, what happened?

One day at dinner,
he just didn't show up.

No note.

No call, nothing.

I knew he loved me.

God knows I adored him.

But...

Anyway, I went on with my life.

Marriages,
adventures, Robbin.

All except for one piece of me

that I never got back.

So, talk to her.

Please?

Look, Eunice,
I-I-I can't do that.

Well, very well, then.

I'll do it myself.

Maybe when I get back.

(fork clinks on glass)

Bon appétit.

(distant train passing)

(answering machine clicks,
beeps)

MARISSA (on tape):
Well, I almost did it.

Would you believe it,
they asked for I.D.

and somehow I left mine at home.

(meows)

(machine beeps)

Hey, what are you do...?

(meows)

Hey!
I got your number, pal!

What?
I figured out who you are.

You're some kind of confidence
guy who preys on women

for the cash, am I right?
Listen, Louie,

I don't have time for this.
You listen to me.

You mess with Eunice,
you answer to Louie DeFozio.

I'll take you on.

Listen, Louie...

Eunice is dying.
Now, I'm sorry to tell you...

Of course, she's dying.

What? You know?

What do I look like, an idiot?

She told you?

I figured it out as soon
as she mentioned Rome.

When?

Huh?
Look.

Come on.

I don't know where
you got this thing,

but I've been checking out
the racing results everyday.

She's in there, ain't she?

That poor girl.

Louie, I, I,
I'm sorry,
I, uh...

It doesn't have to be
this way, you know?

What did you just say?

She didn't tell you?

I talked to the doctor.

She could have treatments.

She could hold on,
but she's not gonna.

Too much sadness.

What about her trip?

I thought she was going
on her trip, so...

To visit a ghost.

A guy like you with a cat

and a newspaper
who stood her up 40 years ago.

What'd you just say?

What Eunice needs
is not in Rome.

It's over there
at her daughter's house.

But it's not going
to come to her,

and she's not going to go to it.

Look, Louie, you're gonna have
to go to Robbin for her.

What? You're crazy.

Look, Louie,
this is very confusing,

but I think I know
what's going on, and I do know

that if you don't go talk
to her, if you don't help her,

she's not gonna be
able to forgive herself,

and she's not gonna
be able to forgive you.

So help her.

Do it for Eunice, huh?

I'm not doing it.

I'm not going.

I'm not
doing it!

(door squeaks open)

(sighs)

Eunice?

(cat meowing)

(meowing)

Eunice?

EUNICE:
In here.

Isn't this a kick in the teeth.

Eunice, don't
let this happen.

Where's Louie?

Uh, Louie, uh...

Louie had somewhere
he had to go,

but he's gonna be back
as soon as he can.

(sighs)

You know, it's...

It's probably a good thing

I'm not taking
the trip, you know.

Things are never
as you remember them,

are they?

I-I don't know.

I think, uh...

I think sometimes
they are, Eunice.

Listen to me.

You got to hang on.

Why?

(whispering):
Because I think I know
why the cat brought me here,

and I think
you do, too.

My beau

in Rome...

Did you know him?

No.

But I know who he was.

And I know
why he had to leave you.

How dare you come in here
and tell me my mother is dying!

Oh, you,
of all people.

If it matters,
I didn't volunteer.

This is just some stunt
she's pulling, that's all.

Well, this time, I'm not biting.

She wants to have lunch,
have lunch.

She wants to take a trip, go!

She has made it very clear
where I stand.

Doc, I know
that you've had...
What do you know?

My whole life,
she has found fault with me.

Fine.

I'm not gonna stand
for it anymore.

From now on, she's on her own.

GIRL:
Mom?
(sighs)

Is Grandma gonna be all right?

Yes, she's fine.

Honey, go back to bed, okay?

Okay.

I'd better go.

Wait.

(sighs)

If she were
sick, I'd know.

Wouldn't I?

There's a lot you don't know.

Look, to you, I'm just a...

a joke in a bad suit.

Fair enough. I can't
change your mind about that.

But I can't stand here

and listen to you tear down
someone I care about.

I'm not tearing her down. I...

In this case, I meant yourself.

The worst things
in life are not the...

the mean things
you say to one another.

Those you get over.

The worst things in life
are those things

that never get said.

She needs you
to say them.

And I think

you need to hear them back.

(clock chiming softly)

Louie is taking
a long time.

He-he should be back soon.

I hope
she's not being mean to him.

(clicks tongue)

She was such a happy child.

Always smiling.

Then...

somehow, we...

got out of touch.

How does that happen?

I guess people get lost
all the time.

Maybe the reasons don't matter
as much as...

how they find their way back.

(knock at door)

Mom?

You came!

(Eunice sighs)

Did you think
that I wouldn't?

Well, I didn't know.

I thought maybe
you'd be mad at me.

No.

What for?

For not telling you.

I'm gonna go call
an ambulance.

ROBBIN:
You did what
you had to do.

As always.

Listen, Robbin...

No. Mom, I have
listened my whole life,

and fought
and argued,

and it's gotten
us nowhere.

Now, it's my
turn to talk.

(sighs)

Go on, tell her.

What? Tell me what?

He wants me to say

that I admire you

for the way
that you've lived your life.

He wants me
to tell you

how much
I wanted to be like you...

(laughs)

...even though I wasn't.

(laughs)

(voice breaking):
He wants me to say
how much you mean to me,

to my children,

my whole life.

But I'm not gonna say it, Mom.

Not until
you give me something I need.

What?

I need you to go to Rome.

I need you
to get well.

(voice breaking):
I need you to promise.

(sighs)

You always did drive
a hard bargain.

(laughs)

(sniffles)

Yeah, chip
off the old block, huh?

(sighs)

Okay.

Okay.

I'll call
the doctor.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

(sniffles)

Okay, I'll try.

(sniffles)

(garbled radio transmission)

LOUIE:
All right, take it easy
on these bumps.

You've got
precious cargo here.

Feeling better
now, toots?

You do take good
care of me, Louie.

Thank you for
finding me.

I just looked up
an ad in the paper.

That's not
what I meant.

I know.

I just hope
we're in time.

Oh, I got a feeling
she's gonna be all right.

Thank you.

Well?

It's gone.

Oh!

She wants you
to have this.

(ambulance engine starting)

CHUCK:
The connections we make
in this life are so fragile.

A bad word, a wrong glance,

and everything changes.

Sometimes they can poison life,

drive people apart.

And sometimes,

they can bring them
back together.

EUNICE:
Oh, my babies!

My darlings.

Oh!

I talked to the doctor.

I told him, no secrets.

He says a year, maybe more.

You can take
that trip now.

No. Mom, you promised.

I don't have to anymore.

Besides, I want
to stay right here.

CHUCK:
Still, life goes on.

Every day, every way.

And there's never enough time.

CHUCK:
Yo, Gary!

She did it.

CHUCK:
Unless you're brave enough
to make it.

So, maybe that's the secret

when you get right down to it.

Treat every day
like it was your last.

Or your best.

Who knows?

You might even find something
on the way.

A puzzle solved,

a mystery revealed.

Or maybe even a voice
from the past

saying, "Live your life."

Maybe.

(meowing)