Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 1, Episode 23 - Love Is Blind - full transcript

Gary seems to constantly have to save a college professor from harm as she is scheduled to testify for the prosecution in a criminal case. The professor thinks Gary is stalking her. A college student is interested in Marissa.

(Fontella Bass'
"Rescue Me" playing)

♪ Rescue me... ♪

There are some things
in the world of sport

that mere words
can't really describe.

♪ I want your tender charms,
'cause I'm lonely... ♪

The beauty of form and motion,

♪ I need you
and your love, too ♪
the symmetry of style...

♪ Come on and rescue me,
come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

The ineffable grace
of balance and poise.

♪ Come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

♪ 'Cause I need you
by my side ♪

♪ Can't you see
that I'm lonely? ♪
It takes a rare performer

to bring these things
together all at once.

♪ Come on and take my heart ♪

♪ Take your love
and conquer every part ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm lonely
and I'm blue ♪
(engine revving)

♪ I need you
and your love, too ♪

♪ Come on and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
and rescue me ♪

♪ 'Cause I need you
by my side... ♪
It takes a great athlete, or...

a guy with tomorrow's


Tara, look out!


Watch carefully.

♪ Rescue me ♪
The approach...

♪ Take me in your arms ♪
The dismount.

♪ Rescue me,
I want your tender charms ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm lonely
and I'm blue ♪

♪ I need you
and your love, too ♪
Makes it look easy, doesn't he?

♪ Come on and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on, baby,
take me, baby ♪

♪ Hold me, baby... ♪

Face it. When it comes down
to the intangibles,

some of us have it,
and some of us don't.

♪ Can't you see that I'm lonely?
Rescue me... ♪

All in all...

(loud crash)
I'll give it a ten.

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

(dog barks in distance)

All right, ladies
and gentlemen,

and that concludes
tonight's lecture.

Any questions?

Sorry, the hallway's closed.

Oh, I just need
to use the stairs.

If you could just go back
to the stairway you came from,

that'd be great.
This way's closer.
My car's parked...

Yeah, I know, but it's not gonna
kill you to take a few

extra steps.
So if you would please,

I'd really appreciate it.
Thank you very much.

What kind of a nut plants a bomb
in a building full of kids?

I guess I'll just wait
for the bomb squad to show up.

(door opening)

(students conversing)

Whoa. Everybody hold back.

Just stay right where
you are, would you?

Hold it, everyone. Go back,
just go... stop.

What's going on, man?
I gotta get home.

I know.
And I'm sorry

...for the
inconvenience, but...
Excuse me.

no one can go
in the hallway.
Excuse me.

So if you would just
go back around the

back stairwell.
What's the big deal?

Uh, it's not safe.

So what's going on?

I'm not sure, really.

Some guy won't let
anyone through--

says the hallway's
not safe.


If you won't go home,
would you at least

please go back
around the corner?

Come on, people.
It's very important...
This guy--

what does he look like?
that we clear the hallway
immediately, right now...

Hmm, dark hair, average
build, about six feet.

And a face like apple pie?

Yeah, now that
you mention it.

Uh-huh. I know him.

And if he says we should head
back around the corner,

we should definitely head back
around the corner.

Come on, Spike.
Hey, listen to
me, would ya?

Excuse me.
Look, all right,
if you won't go home

would you at least please
go back around the corner?
See you later.

Would you just go back...
would you just go back?
No, look, man.

This is ridiculous.
No one's telling me I can't go.

No, I'm telling you
you can't go. So just...
WOMAN: Excuse me

Excuse me.

What is going on here?

Dr. Price?

Can I talk to you?

Stay there.

(clears throat)

A bomb?!
In my office?

Well, I called the bomb squad,
and they're on their way.

So it's nothing
to worry about. Just...

You saw it?

You were in my office?

Well, no, I wasn't
in your office, no.

Then how do you know
it's in there?

Well, that's,
that's kinda hard to explain.

You see, uh...

Hey, if it's so unsafe, how come
he gets to be down there?

Yeah, what's up with my man...?

Hey! Don't open that!



(onlookers murmuring)


(people screaming)

(alarm bell ringing)

(all clamoring)

(horn blaring, sirens wailing)

Are you sure you're okay?

I mean, you don't
want someone

to take a look at you?

No. My ear's ringing
a little bit, that's it.

Oh, gosh, Gary,
I wish you'd stop

taking such risks,
you know?

Oh, don't.
I'm gonna be fine.

Hey, does the paper say

if the police
have any idea who
planted the bomb?

It says they're following
various leads.

It doesn't make sense.

I mean, who would want
to kill Dr. Price?

I don't know.
Apparently, she
provides testimony

for the D.A.'s
office in insanity cases.

Oh, so someone's
holding a grudge.

Do you know anything
about this woman at all?

No. I mean, I've had class
with her for a few weeks now,

but from the way
she works with me,

I can tell she's...

Marissa, wait up.


I'm glad I caught up with you.


I'm sorry.

I'm Jeffrey Craig.


I'm in Dr. Price's class
with Marissa.

How you doing?
Glad to meet you.

Man, you were really something
back there.

kinda deal.

Yeah, well,
I don't know

how you can be so calm.
I mean, I was way

down the hall, and
I'm still shaking.

If you hadn't been there,

there's no telling
how many people...

Jeffrey, is there
something that
you wanted?

Uh, well, to be honest, help...

with my grades.

You seem to understand

what we're talking
about in class.
I just, I thought

maybe if you weren't too busy,

we could get together
and study sometime?


Um, would you mind
if we studied at my place?

I mean, it'd be
easier, and, uh...

I'm done with work
tomorrow about 4:00.

So, after that, I'm free.

Is 7:00 too late?

7:00's fine.
Don't forget your books.

You'll be doing all the reading.

Yes, ma'am. All right, so I'll
see you tomorrow at 7:00.

Where do you live?

3211 Chestnut.

All right.

Uh, do you want me to bring
a pizza or something?

Um, that's okay.

I think I can whip something up.

All right.

(horn blares, dog barks
in distance)

(sighs, clears throat)

What are you looking at?

(blues song playing)

A date, huh?

A study date.

This guy definitely had more
than studying

on his mind, trust me.

Mm-hmm. I mean, how well
do you know this guy?

Did you talk to him before?

Sometimes before class,
a little after class, and

we sat next
to each other,
so it only

stands to
reason that...

I mean, what do you know
about this guy?

I mean...
Well, I mean,

he seems intelligent
and... and friendly

and not in a pushy way.

He's got a nice voice.

Mm... nice voice.

Oh, yes, he's got
a very nice voice.

I've heard it myself.

And what does he look like?

Oh, he's a nice-looking guy.

A little squat, hunchback

big ears,
very large ears...

flapping around like Dumbo,
like, you know...


(cat meows)

"Dr. Price poisoned.

Strychnine in salad dressing
at lunchtime."

Not again.

Why are we here?
I hated college.

Deadlines, term papers,
cram-study sessions.


Stupid touch-football games.

Dorm food. Ugh!

Communal showers.

Toilets with no doors.

Waking up in the middle
of the night drunk

in the parking lot, naked.

I remember that.

You know what?

Since we have graduated,

I do not even remotely miss
anything about college.

I stand corrected.

You know what, Gare?


Uh, you've got a lot
of work to do,

and I, I'd just be
getting into your hair.

So I tell you what.

Why don't we meet
back here in, say, what,

40 minute... no.

Meet me at
the cafeteria,
40 minutes.

I'll buy you lunch.

All right.
All right?

All right.

I'll, I'll meet ya.

I'll meet ya.

All right.

(bell tolling)

(indistinct conversations)

I wouldn't do that.

What do you think you're...?
Wait a minute.

I remember you.

You disappeared before
I had a chance

to talk to you last night.

Well, sorry about that.

I had things to do.

And today?
More things to do?

Something like that.

Would you like
to tell me about it?

Somebody laced your salad
dressing with strychnine.

That's pretty much it.

I was almost killed last night.

Oh, yes, I know.

But still you thought

that I might enjoy your macabre
sense of humor today.

This is not humor.

Give me that bottle.

I'm going to have
the contents tested.

You do realize, of course, that
if there is strychnine in there,

you're going to have some
explaining to do.

Well, there's not much more
I can tell you, so...

I do not like having
my life threatened.

I'm going to find out
what's going on.

Lady, I hope you do.

Hey, Gare.


How'd it go? Huh?

It went fine.

Done already, huh?

Yeah. How'd everything
go with you?

Oh, well, my friend,
it went better than fine.

Good. That's good, that's...

What are you doing?

Help me up.

(camera shutter clicking)

5:32 p.m.

Oh, gotta get started.

(upbeat R&B playing)

Good boy.

So you think you can keep
yourself entertained

while I get dressed?



(buzzer sounds)

Um, who is it?

It's Jeffrey Craig.

Have books,
will travel.

And I also have this.

Hmm, '89.

Very good year.

You can
actually feel that?

No, but the reaction's always
worth it when I get it right.


Man, it smells good
up in here.

Oh, um, old
family recipe.

Nothing special.

But I thought maybe we'd eat
before we hit the books.

And she cooks, too.

JEFFREY: "In one of the
most extreme statements

"of environmental
determinism, John B. Watson,

"the founder of
Behaviorism, said,

'Give me a dozen healthy
infants, well-formed,

'and my own specified world
to bring them up in...

'and I'll guarantee
to take any one at random

and train him to become
any type of specialist
I might select.'"

This guy's joking, right?

He can't be saying
we all become who we are
because of where we are.

Well, pretty much.

I mean, behaviorists believe
that our environment controls

almost all aspects
of our behavior.


Two brothers...
go to the same school,

eat the same food,
grow up in the same house.


When they get a little older,

one of them pulls a string
of stupid stunts.

Spends ten years bouncing
in and out of jail.

The other doesn't.

He knows there's a better way.

How do you explain that?

It's the same environment,

totally different outcomes.

I don't know, Jeffrey.


See, that's the kind of stuff

that got me interested
in psychology.

What got you interested?

My grandmother, I think.

She, um, taught me that we can
sometimes help

by just being good listeners.


My friends, uh,

Gary and Chuck, they say
I'm a natural counselor.

Have you known Gary a long time?

A couple years.


why don't I, um, get us some
more coffee, huh?

Nah, it's late.

I should get going.

Oh, you don't
have to get up.

I can show myself out.

It's okay.

Hey, thanks for everything.


I hope we can get
together again sometime.

Um, me, too.

I'd like that.


Good night.

Then what?

Then, then he left.

Come on.

Come on, Chuck.
It was a study date.

Oh, so the dude shows up with a
bottle of wine for a study date.

MARISSA: He was just
being polite.

He's well-bred.
He was just being a nice guy.

Oh, sure, whatever you say.

So what about you and this girl
on campus?

As a matter of fact, we have a
study date this afternoon.


And I don't mind telling either
of you that there happens

to be a mutual attraction
between the two of us.

(phone rings)

Well, good for you, Chuck.

Hobson's residence.

Give me that.

Hold on, please.


Yeah, this is him.

Sure, I can do that.

Okay. Bye.


What was that about?

That was your Dr. Price.

She wants to meet me
after school tonight.

Did she say why?

Isn't it obvious?


Gary saved her life... twice.

He's her hero,
her knight in
shining armor.

Trust me.

Love is in the air.


A bird splattered on a window.

Let's try another one.

Wouldn't this
be easier

if we weren't sitting in
different zip codes?

I know. Rules.

I have a very good feeling
about you, Chuck.

I think it's time we move on
to the next level.

My sentiments exactly.


How about dinner?

Excuse me?

You know, a social ritual
taken on

by members of the opposite sex,

often referred
to as a date.

Actually, I was thinking more
along the lines

of the PMME Index.

Do they have a nice wine list?

It's just that my work here
is so important to me,

and you have done so well.

I just wouldn't want
to complicate things.

Oh, no, I, I wouldn't want
to do that either.

I'm sure you can understand
that, a man of

your sensitivity?

Oh, absolutely.


shall we?

Fire away.

Question one: At what age

did you have
your first sexual experience?



Dr. Price.

Gary, come in.

(clears throat)

I see you've,
uh, you moved.

Well, I couldn't
very well work in
my office, could I?


Please, sit down.

As you can probably

the, uh... stress of the
past couple days

has weighed heavily
on my mind.

Yes, I can imagine.

It's only since this morning
that I was able to depersonalize

what's been happening and look
at things with a clinical eye.

That, that's a good thing?

Yes, it is.

And that led to my
asking you here.

Like I said,

I think I've told you
pretty much everything.

I am a psychologist.

Therefore, I view everything
that's said here

as strictly confidential.

But you have
to trust me,

trust that I can help.

I've had extensive experience

working with people
very much like yourself.

You're a troubled man, Gary,
but I think I can help.

I think that we can work through
this together

without further police

What police?
There have been no
breaks in the case.

I think we both know why.

We do?

Laced with strychnine,
just as you said.

When did you do it?

While it was in the fridge
in the psych department?

You don't think that...? Me?

You knew about
the bomb,

you knew about
the dressing.
It's textbook.

You know, I once counseled
a firefighter

who deliberately set blazes.

Listen, what I got you can't
find in any textbook.

I mean...

I want you to think
about this carefully.

As I said to you yesterday,

I won't tolerate
having my life threatened.

You can either
cooperate with me

or I will file charges.

Now wait a second, Doc.

No. No, no.
See, I'm not your problem.

I didn't, I didn't put poison
in your,

in your salad dressing,
and I didn't plant any bomb.

I mean, I don't...

(footsteps running)

(door opens)

Did you hear that?


You have no messages.

Would it have hurt him to call

and say thanks
for the spaghetti?

(doorbell buzzes)

Who is it?

Jeffrey Craig.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

Oh, no. Come on in.

Well, I shouldn't.
It's late.

I just wanted to say thanks.

I had a nice time.

Oh. Well, you're welcome,
but, um...

you didn't have to come all the
way over here to say that.

No, I... Well, there's something
I wanted to give you.


What is it?



Thank you.

I'm telling you.

A couple of hours
with Jensen yesterday,

and my eyes
have been opened.

It finally dawned on me

what all the women that
I have dated in the past

have been lacking.



You feel better now?

You got that out
of your system?

A little bit.

No, I was referring to maturity.

They have no, no depth.

They can't see beyond
the trappings

of life-- the baubles.

The baubles?

Yeah, you know, like, "What
restaurant are we going to?

"What kind of car
do you drive?

What kind of life insurance
policy do you carry?"

See, Jensen is not like that.
She's completely different.

Do you know, we sat for two
hours yesterday just talking?


And you know
what we talked about?


Me, Chuck Fishman.


And not the superficial
stuff either.

Deep, meaningful things that
have... What are you doing?

I'm tying my shoe.

I'm going to meet Marissa
and Jeffrey for lunch.

I am trying to tell you
a story here.


Oh, well, I thought this was
an assignment for class.

Yeah, it started out
as an assignment for class,

but obviously it has evolved.


Into something
much deeper.

Matter of fact,

she told me that today we're
gonna go to the next level.

The next level?


Just thinking about it, my, my
skin, it gets all tingly.

Still, growing up,
you know, where I did,

seeing what went on,
you know, I...

I just get to a place
where it takes a lot
to scare you.

(blues music playing)

Tough guy, huh?

Yeah, that's what I thought

until I tried coming back
to school.

I thought I was the only one.

I was petrified
of going back to school.


Absolutely terrified.
I mean, you wouldn't believe

the excuses that I came up with.

Well, I think you
and I better stick together.

I guess so.

Hey, I'm back.
Look out, Spike.

You know,
I gotta get out
of here.

Hey, I'm glad
you could join us.

Yeah, it was good
to see you again.

Yeah. And you...

I'll talk to you later.

Take care. Hey, buddy.

I like him.

He seems nice enough.

Did he have
to kiss your hand?

Now, what's that?

I really like him, Gary.

I mean, I don't know
how I'm supposed to act,

or I don't remember what
I'm supposed to do.

Seems to me like you're doing
just fine.

You're my friend.
You have to say that.

No, I don't have to say that.

Look, you know what's going on.


You talk to him,
and you be honest.


I'll think about it.

You know, this isn't exactly
what I pictured

when you said that it was time

to take our relationship
to the next level.

Well, you're the only one
of my subjects who made it

to phase three
of the experiment.

I knew there was something
special about you.

What about dinner?

Soon as we're through
with the session. Deal?


Okay, now I'm going
to ask you

a series of

Depending on your answer,
you're either going to,

A: Feel nothing at all

or you're going to feel
a small correction.

Sure, whatever you say.

You like Italian food?

Understand that you're free
to leave whenever you want.

I know this great new place
just opened downtown.

Friend of mine runs it.
You ready?

Fire away.

You're at a stop light.

In the car next to you,

an attractive woman looks
at you and smiles.

This means, A)
She finds you attractive.

B) She's admiring
your car, or C)

She just heard something funny
on the radio?

A) She finds me attractive.

(bell rings)

B) She's admiring my car.

(bell rings)

Easy on the juice.


You're shopping

in a department store.

A saleswoman laughs
at all your jokes.

This means,
A) All your jokes are funny.

B) She finds you
attractive. C)

She's just trying
to earn a healthy commission.


(bell dings)

I mean A?!

(bell dings)



(bell dings)

My arm hairs are burning!


Okay, I can do this.




Did I forget something?

Were we supposed
to study?


'Cause you've got your books
with you...

Oh. Um, Braille library.

May I come in for a minute?

I'm sorry. Yeah, sure.

Come on in. Come on in.


Can I, uh... get you
anything to drink?

Is something wrong?

No, no.
Just taking it all in.

I like it.

Lamp over here.

Furniture here.

That's a chair.

I'm actually doing
some renovations

for the landlord, just
for some extra bucks.

The place is kind
of a mess.

Nice. Contemporary.

What color is it?

The chair?


I think.

I'm color-blind.

Oh. How do you like that?

Something else we have
in common.

So what does bring you here?

A glass of water.


You asked me if I wanted
something to drink.

One glass of water coming up.


I thought maybe we could, um,
could talk.

About what?

Um, no.
Ah, I don't know. Uh...

I mean, um, I thought
we could talk about us.

There you go.

One glass of water.

Thank you.

So... us, huh?

Look, I'm sorry
if I'm making

a big deal out
of something

I shouldn't, but, um...


Um... I get this feeling.

What is it?

It's like, um, the more time
I spend with you,

the more time I want
to spend with you.

Is that a good thing?

I don't know.

That depends on you.

Anything else
I can clear up?

No, that'll be fine.

Um, but it is getting late,
and, uh, I should be going.

You sure?


Let me get my books.


It's a hobby of mine.



What do you shoot?

Landscapes, mostly.

I bet they're beautiful.

You need any help?

Um, no, I'm okay.

Let me call you a cab.

Oh, no, that's okay.

I'm fine.
Thank you.

(Spike whines)

I'm sorry for coming by
without calling.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Me, too.

I guess I'll
see you tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Bye, Spike.

(blues song playing)

(indistinct conversations)

Mr. Hobson.

Oh, not again.

I just need a minute.

What is it?
Another theory about me?

Or are you still waiting
for a confession?

I've just been to the police.

I spoke to a Detective

Crumb, who told me
I should trust you.

And do you?


But, frankly,
I have no choice.

I've been through

all the files of all the cases
I've testified on,

and I'm at a dead end.

So, will you help me?



(bell tolling)

(indistinct conversations)


Hey, Chuck.


Beautiful day, isn't it?

Not really.

What's wrong with you?

You seem different.

Well, I feel different.

I feel great, actually.

You know, Chuck,
I think I'm in...

Don't say it.


Love hurts, that's why.

You got burned?

I got burned?

I have minor skin irritation.

How could you tell?

It was a figure
of speech, Chuck.

That means she dumped you.

Listen, sister,
if anybody dumped anybody,

it was me dumping her,
you understand?

Okay. Okay.

But I thought you were...

Just don't get me started.

She treated me
like Pavlov's dog.

She had me salivating
to take her out on a date,

when I don't think she ever
really wanted to go out with me

in the first place.

You know what?
It's too late now, anyway.

She missed her chance.

Let her ring
somebody else's bell.

We are through.

Guess you told her, huh?

Damn straight.

Psych majors,
they're all crazy!

Present company excluded,
of course.

Of course.

Listen, I have to, uh,
go meet Jeffrey now,

so I'll see you later.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

What are these?

Oh, uh, they're
pictures I picked up

by mistake when I was
at Jeffrey's house.

I'm gonna return 'em
to him now.



A little strange,
don't you think?

What's strange?

Well, what is he,
some kind of voyeur
or something?

What are you talking
about, Chuck?

Do you know what
these are pictures of?

Yeah, they're
landscape pictures.

No, they're not.

There's pictures
of Gary a-and me and...

some woman.

A little bizarre.


I was starting to think
I was in the wrong place.

Oh, sorry. I guess
I lost track of time.

Is something wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

Maybe we should forget
about studying tonight.

I mean, everything's
closed up.

You look kind of tired.

We can always get together.

I found these in my book.

(sighs) There's
no harm done.

Isn't my best
work anyway.

Um, did you show them to anyone?

I wanted to, to, uh...
get an objective opinion...

see if you're any good.

But I couldn't
find anyone.

All right. All right.

Let's sit.

Can you describe them to me?

Uh... yeah, sure.


Well, um... uh...

there's one of
the Wrigley Building

and, um... well, it's kind
of blurry 'cause I used

a slow-speed shutter
and I didn't have a tripod.

And, uh...

this one is of the sun
rising over Lake Michigan.

The water's reflecting
the sky, like a mirror,

and there's a little sun
flare in the lens.

And the last
one is lightning.

It looks...
alive and magical

and dangerous
all at the same time.

Sounds nice.

You're right, though.

I am tired.

I gotta go. Come on, Spike.

I can't let you do that.

You'll just run to Gary.

Come on, Spike.

There's nowhere you
can go, Marissa.

(Spike whimpering)


Spike, come.


What exactly are
you looking for?

Somebody I might have seen...

on campus, in your
office, the cafeteria.

Well, you've looked
at everyone now.

Everyone I've ever
testified against

who's either been paroled
or released.

Recognize anyone?

What's in that box up there?

Oh. Those are the ones who
are still behind bars.

You mind if I take
a look at that?

Be my guest.

But you're wasting your time.

And mine.

Why do you have
those pictures?

Can't we talk about this?

You planted the bomb,
didn't you?

And the pictures.

Oh, my God.

I can explain.

You did! You did!


Wait a second.
Who is this?


Who is this?

He died in prison
three weeks ago,

murdered by
another inmate.

No, no, no. Him.

Oh, my God.

That's his brother.

He's in one of my classes.

Why didn't I see it?

I'm calling the police.


Where are you going?

The auditorium.

I didn't mean for any
of this to happen.

Please go away, Jeffrey.

I do care about
you, Marissa.

It's just that...

things have gotten
a little complicated.


You used me, Jeffrey.

No, not entirely.

See, I... I had to.

It doesn't mean that I was...

I don't know.

I don't know.

All right then, Jeffrey...

If you care for me,
please let me go.

I can't.

Not until I finish
what I started.

I'm sorry, Marissa.

(light switch clicks)

(projector clicks)

Let there be light.


Be careful, Gary, he's here.


I don't know, Gary.

Can't you see him?

Can you see him?

Jeffrey, I know what
this is about.

It's about your brother, Bobby.

I know he died in prison.
That wasn't Dr. Price's fault.

Look, Jeffrey, it's not her
fault, you know that.

Don't you?

It wasn't yours, either.

You need to know that.

Jeffrey, what
you're doing...

...it's not
going to help anyone.

You gotta believe me.

Let us help you, please.

Two brothers.

They go to the same school.

They eat the same food.

They grow up in
the same house.

How do you explain that?

I don't know, Jeffrey.

But you can't keep paying
for his mistake.

(projector clicks)

(knife clattering)

Right in here, officers.

Hold it right there.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Marissa.

(door closes)

(clearing throat)

You, uh, want some company?


Not a lot of
laughs, though.

That's all right.
I'll just, uh...

I'll just sit down
here with you.

What's the view like?

The view?
It's, uh...

It's big.

A lot of lights...


The El sort of weaves
through it like a ribbon.

Funny how you can feel alone
among all those people.

You're not alone.

I'm not sorry either.

I mean, you can't be sorry
for your feelings,

even if it turns out
to be wrong, can you?


What are you guys doing?

Having a party?

Where have you been?

Where have I been?

I've been reading about myself
in her senior thesis.

It's all over campus.

What's the title?

Tell her.

(clears throat)

"The Self-Deception in
the American Male."

(Marissa laughing)

You find that amusing?

A little.

Let's go.

Where are we going?
To celebrate.

Celebrate what?


and the... the fact that if
it hadn't been for you two

in the last year or so...

that I, uh...
well, I...

I wouldn't have, uh...

Thank you is what
I'm trying to say.

You're welcome.

CHUCK: Can we go to the

(cat meows)
CHUCK: How about we buy
some lottery tickets?

Why don't you tell me what
the Cubs are gonna do?

No, I'm not going
to tell you anything.

Oh, come on, Gary.
The market's bad...
Go away.

So, there you have it.

When you think about it,
what more can anyone ask?

A couple of friends
you can count on,

a place to rest your head,

and every morning...

the future waiting just outside
your door.

Life is good, my friends.

Trust me.

Life is good.

(cat meows)