Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 2, Episode 1 - Home - full transcript

(cat mews)

Oh, come on.

(cat purring)

It's not even 6:00 o'clock.

(purring)

(meows)

(mews)

(sighs)

(loud meowing)

(paper thuds against door)

(door squeaks open,
cat meows)



This better be good.

"Fire at historic
Blackstone Hotel."

This can't be.
It's my hotel here.

"A room on the top floor
of the hotel

was severely damaged
when faulty wiring caused..."

(sniffing)

(roaring)

(theme music playing)

CHUCK: What if you
knew, beyond a doubt,

what was going
to happen tomorrow?

What would you do?

There's no easy answer

for a guy
who gets tomorrow's news today.

♪



Did you see
those flames?

It was just
like a movie.

Man, look
at those fire trucks.

Yeah. I wish
my house would burn down.

(indistinct radio transmission,
people chatting)

(siren blaring)

You're a fortunate
man, Mr. Hobson.

Caught it just in time.

Except for your
room, of course.

GARY:
Yeah. Lucky me.

Getting another room?

I don't know.

I-I... I guess
I'm due for a change.

Everything I
had was burned.

Well, uh...

thanks, Boswell.

Uh, I'm gonna
miss you, you know.

Me, too.

(cat meows)

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Oh. Sorry.

I... I'm looking for a cat
that's down here, that I, um...

Thank you.

Hey! Come here!

(mewing)

You think this is funny?

'Cause I don't think
this is funny!

I'll tell you something.

I'm not gonna chase you anymore,
you hear me?

I...

(panting)

(sighs)

(mews)

Oh. Is that regular or decaf?

Your guess is as
good as mine.

Sugar?

No, it's Charles.

(laughs)
That's humor, right?

It's supposed to be.
Oh.

MARISSA:
You know, Chuck,

if you're not careful,
one of these days,

you're gonna have
to find some new dialogue.

CHUCK:
You're just jealous.

Chuck.

Marissa.

Hey, Gary.

Hey, Gare. How you doing?

You going
on a trip?

Sort of.

Suddenly, I am homeless.

Oh.

How's that?

My hotel room burned...

down...

with everything in it.

Are you all right?

Where am I gonna sleep tonight?

Well, you can always stay
at your friend Chuck's.

He's got an extra bed.
MARISSA: How do you know that?

He keeps telling me about it.
Oh.

(cat mews, Chuck coughs)

Uh, looks like your cat's trying
to find you a place right now.

(cat mewing)

Fine. Go-Go ahead.

Why don't you
stay here, huh?

Probably set
the damn thing.

Well, it's okay with me.
I'd love the company.

I don't think
anybody's gonna be staying here.

They're tearing us down.

Tearing who down?
CHUCK: Us.

Here.

McGinty's.

He's turning it
into a parking lot.

Well, he being who?

Barney Kadison.

Ladies and gentlemen,

members of the press,
my own small contribution

to the tax base
of this fair city.

Kadison Parking.

(applause)

Precision technology
for the new urban century.

Any questions?

Here.
Uh, Mr. Kadison?

Max.

Mr. Kadison, uh,
this new project

will be covering
an entire square block

of downtown real estate.

How did you manage
to acquire so much property?

Patience, persistence,

unpaid mortgages, and faith
in the almighty dollar.

That's rather cynical,
wouldn't you say?

These days,
it's good business.

Next?
WOMAN: Here!

Mr. Kadison, are you aware

that some of these buildings
you'll be knocking down

are places where people live?
In fact,

one of those places has... Please,
let's not tackle that now.

But the people
should know that...

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for coming.

There are refreshments
in the other room.

Have a good afternoon.

MAN:
This way, folks.

Who is that woman?

She runs the foster home
you're tearing down.

Too bad.

But we got enough
foster homes in this city.

Why don't you send
her some flowers.

Why would McGinty want
to sell this place?

He's owned it forever.
It's practically a landmark.

It has to be some
kind of mistake.

Where is McGinty, anyway?

I haven't seen him
in a couple of days.

I know he likes to play
chess in the park.

That's it.
Let's go find him.

Huh?

We've got to talk
McGinty out of this.

This is Chicago.

You can't go
tearing down a bar.

That's like chopping
down a redwood.

Marissa, let's go.
Oh, I'm sorry, I wish I could,

but I can't.

I've got a human biology exam
in an hour.

Come on, Spike.
Break a femur.

Oh, thanks.

Well, I guess that
leaves you and me.

Uh, I can't.

Listen, hey, Mona,
take care of my cat for me.

Would you?
And grab that bag.

Love to.

Hey!

What's more important than this?
This.

"Two local childrenwere killed
today when they stepped

"in front of a bus as it
pulled out from the curb.

"The names of the children were
not immediately released.

The accident occurred at Webster
and Southport just after 10:00."

All right, fine.
You go take care of the kids.

I'll take care
of the important stuff.

"The important stuff"?
What important stuff?

What's more
important than this?

Finding McGinty.

Annie?

Don't worry.
I'll remember.

Can I bring
Skatey-Eight?

Go.

GIRL:
Where is she?

BOY: She'll be here in a second.

(indistinct chatter)

And that's
a table for two?

Great. Your table will
be ready shortly.

Thank you.
Excuse me.

I'm lost.
I beg your pardon?

I can't find my mommy.

Can you help me?

Well, what does she look like?

She's a grown-up lady.

That's not enough to tell me what she...
I can't find my mommy!

I can't find my mommy! All right,
all right, all right, all right.

Where did you
see her last?

Okay. You ready?

And then she
never came back.

I've been waiting
and waiting.

Go.
Uh-huh.

Now, now, it'll be okay.
We'll find your mom.

A big, yellow one.
Hey. Hey!

Hey, you kids! Hey!

Hey, you kids!

Come back
with that money! Hey!

I think I see Mommy now.

Hey!

You little criminals!

Come back here!

(groans)

The little criminals!

Move it! I'm moving! I'm moving!

(barking)

Go! Cross here!

Hey, stop!
You're going to get hurt!

By what?
By that.

How'd you know?

Because I'm smart.
That's how I...

Hey, guys!

Wait up!

Hey, look out!

No!

You all right?
Who are you?

My name's Gary.
He's a cop.

I'm... a what?

Ow!
Come on!

ANNIE: He's got Skatey-Eight!
Hey!

WILL:
There he is again.

That's him.

What's he want?

He wants to throw us
in the slammer, that's what.

But we're not going
to let him, right?

Right.

(doorbell rings)
ANNIE: Hey, Mister!

You can't go in there.

Come around the back.

Hey, wait.
Hey, I got...

Hey!
Follow me!

Hey, excuse me.

I think I've got...
Stop.

Don't move.
I said stop!

Look, I've just got your...
(snapping)

Oh!
Oh, no!

ANNIE:
It works!

Ooh...
(kids cheering)

It worked!
We did it!

Hey, kid?

Here's your teddy bear.

Yay!
Cool!

I can't believe it!
Yeah!

You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Nothing broken?
No, no, no.

I think I'm fine.

See, Miss Jean?
It's safe.

We could use that on anyone.

Oh, that's
a comfort to know.

Oh, I see. I guess I'm
the, uh, the guinea pig,

so to speak, huh?
Nah.

Just a test subject.

Besides, we thought
you were a cop.

In any event, let me welcome you
to Frawley House and apologize

for the nature
of your greeting, Mr...

Oh, oh... Hobson.

Gary Hobson.

Jean Frawley.

Dr. Frawley.

And these are...

well, my family,
all of them.

It's quite a brood
you got here.

And this is
Skatey-Eight.

Hi, Skatey-Eight.
Nice to meet you.

Why do you call
her Skatey-Eight?

Just what it is.

We're from
all over the place.

So, I guess now
that you've met us,

uh, you'll be going, right?
Will.

Well, unless he's got
something to say...

You don't, do you?

No, I don't.

He didn't tell about
us stealing the money

or getting hit by the truck.

Oh, man.

I beg your pardon?

Well, it, uh...

(clears throat)

Rook to king five,
bishop takes queen.

Checkmate.

McGinty?

Hey.

McGinty...
McGinty?

It's me...
Chuck Fishman.

From the bar,
remember?

What bar?

From your bar
McGinty's.

Oh.

Well, I'll be damned.

What can I do for you?

Look, what the heck
happened to it?

Well, it, uh...

Someone sold it
right out from under me.

That's terrible.

Who would do a thing like that?

Me.

(McGinty thuds,
glass clanking)

Well, I mean,
it wasn't really that bad.

They were just running around
like kids'll do.

Yeah, they've
got spirit.

Especially the,
the three of 'em, eh?

(laughs)

They've come a long way
since they first got here.

They've bonded together
like brothers and sisters.

They're really good
for each other.

Can I ask you something?

Is it an orphanage
or...?

Well, it's really
a foster home,

all made possible by the
couple who donated the house.

They provided for
everything... almost.

Unfortunately they
ran into something

they weren't prepared for.

Well, what was that?

Barney Kadison.

Not you, too?

The parking lot king.

I have tried everything
to stop him, Mr. Hobson...

letters, recommendations,
even adverse publicity.

I've even taken him to court
trying to get an injunction,

but lawyers cost money
and there's not much time.

Well, if there's
anything

I can do to...

Yeah, rob a bank.

I don't think I'd be
very good at that one.

I'm sorry, I don't mean
to make my problems yours.

We'll work things out.

Thanks again for bringing
back Annie's bear.

You're welcome.

Good luck with everything.

(slurping)

Oh, do I have to?

Yeah, you do.

Somebody elected
you my mother?

There weren't a lot of
applications for the job.

Drink the coffee, McGinty.

I haven't been drunk since
I got this bar 38 years ago.

I hate to break it to you, but
you don't own this bar anymore.

I know.

So, why did you sell it?

Well, my doctor says
I've got to retire

to some place like Arizona.

My asthma.

So, I find a condo in Flagstaff,

but I need the cash
to pay for it.

Fifty grand.

Then this guy,
Kadison calls.

Takes me out to dinner.

Nice guy, great talker.

We had a few drinks.

Maybe more than a few.

And he offered to buy me out.

It seemed reasonable
at the time.

Did he tell you what he was
gonna do with the place?

He said he wanted to improve it.

Yeah, right down
to the ground.

Before I realized the truth...

it was gone.

Yeah, and that makes two of us.

Oh, you're not the only ones.

There's a bunch of kids
on the other side

of the block
in a foster home.

They don't have
anywhere to go either.

(cat meows)
CHUCK: Great, we'll join forces.

Yeah, we'll call
ourselves

the "Association of
Orphans and Bartenders."

Not to mention cats.

Excuse me.

Where you going now?

Look, pal, whatever he
paid you for this place,

it wasn't enough.

I know.

How much did he
pay you for it anyway?

You're gonna be mad at me.

Hey?

(cat mewing)
Psst... hey!

I didn't know this was here.

Hey, come on, let's go.

Psst!

Hey, I'm not kidding, let's go.
(cat meows)

Hey.

Hey, cat.

Psst!

Hey!

Hey...

(items clanging)

Hey! Come on,
what's wrong with you?

Huh? You wanna
move in here?

(cat groaning) Place
is too big, let's go.

(cat meowing)

For valuable considerations,

seller shall assign all blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

So, what do you think?

Absolutely bogus.

Hey, what is?

This contract McGinty signed.

It's horribly,
horribly undervalued.

Kadison took my client
out, got him drunk

and then practically stole the
place out from under his nose.

He did?
Your client?

That's right, my client.

Just consider me your own
personal Johnny Cochran.

Well, I really
appreciate that.

Who's Johnny Cochran?

Hey, hey, I am
a businessman, okay?

I want the cash
in my office today

or we don't break ground.

I call in your note, Senator,

it's gonna be very
embarrassing, right.

What a wimp.

What made you think
he'd be here?

Pure street smarts.

Plus, I called his office.

Come on. Are you
sure about this?

Never surer.

What's this place anyway?

It's a health club.

CHUCK: Mr. Kadison?

Who are you?

That depends on
what you say next.

Okay... Scram.

I'll ignore that for now.

But it may cost you,

once we start
the negotiations.

What negotiations?

My client here

has a contract.

You cheated him.

He owns a little bar
not far from here.

A gem: worth its
weight in gold.

And your contract
with him is fraudulent.

You want a new contract?

Exactly.

Okay, fine.

Rip it up and I'll
write you a new one.

(sighing): Oh.

That's more like it.

For how much?

Ten cents.

What?

Then I'll call City Hall,

have the Fire Marshall
pay you a visit,

Board of Health, in 24 hours

the place will be
worth absolutely zip.

Take it or leave it.

A dime?!

A dime...

Pleasure doing business
with you, gents.

So, are we through negotiating?

Well, we'll get back
to you on that.

Kadison...

We'll get right b...

back to you on it.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, somebody!

Security!

Here's one.

At least they don't take cats.

(cat meows)

Why don't you go do
something useful like

take a nap or chase a rat
or something, huh?

Hey.

(cat meows)

Do you really think
we can pull it off?

No problem.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

Of course I know
what I'm doing.

I'm writing a note.

Read it.

"This is a hold-up.
We have a bomb."

It's not gonna work.

Do we look like
bank robbers?

Fine.

Okay.

"We are children of
very desperate men

"who will do...

"anything...

For cash.
"For cash."

But it's not true.

Neither is the part
about the bomb.

It's not?

"Put the money in
the pillowcase."

You got the pillowcase?

Hold it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

(chuckling nervously)

Oh, man... What do you
think you're doing?

You know these kids?
Do I...

Uh, well, uh, yeah.

W-Well, uh, th-they're
friends of mine.

What's with you?

Some kind of radar?

Now, what's with
this pillowcase?

Th-Th-The pillow,
that would be...

They're practicing for
Halloween, aren't you?

Practicing for Halloween?
Yeah, Halloween.

Yeah.
No, we're not.

We're robbing the bank.

A bank?

We were only gonna
take what we need.

Oh, oh, I see.

A bomb?

It wasn't real.

It wasn't... It doesn't
matter if it's real.

You're not supposed
to rob banks!

It's against the law!

Don't you know that?

So? We got our reasons.

Oh, you got your reasons,
tough guy, huh?

All right, and
what are those?

None of your business.

You know, I got an idea.

Why don't I take you home

and you can all explain
this to Miss Frawley?

Shows what you know.
She's not there.

She's at some other bank
trying to get a loan.

And they'll turn her down,
just like the others.

Which is why we need the money.

What money?

To pay the lawyers.

To keep us together.

She thinks we don't
know, but we do.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Know what?

They're gonna
split us up.

Who told you that?

We can read her mail.

We lose that house
and the city sends us away.

And we're not gonna
let that happen.

GIRL: But the question is:

Are you gonna
help us or not?

Me?

You got some kind
of special power, right?

X-ray vision or something?

Okay, you don't want
to talk about it.

But you could use it
to save our place.

What do you say?

I-I'll do what I can.

I'll talk to Kadison.

But that's it,
no promises.

You understand?
No promises.

Now, go home.

Go to your rooms.

And don't open up any more mail.

That's a federal offense,
you know?

Think he can do it?

Of course he can do it.

Guy's like Superman.
He'll get it done.

Why me?

SECRETARY: That's right, sir.

The money arrived
a few minutes ago.

Mr. Kadison sends
his warmest regards.

Oh, may I help you?
Yes, ma'am.

I'd like to speak with
Mr. Kadison, please.

Oh, do you have an appointment?

No, I don't have
an appointment,

but this is very important.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

Mr. Kadison never sees anyone
without an appointment.

Oh, I see, well, when
can I get an appointment?

February.

Have a nice day.

(knocking on door)

Excuse me, uh, Mr. Kadison?

My name's Gary Hobson.

Have I called the police yet?

What?
You heard me.

Have I called for the cops?

No, I-I don't think so.

Oh, this must be your lucky day.

You see, you still
have a chance

to walk out that door
and avoid serious unhappiness.

Mr. Kadison...
Whoops.

You just missed your chance,
didn't you?

Mr. Kadison, please...

Hey, you're taking
a big chance here.

What is it? Widgets?

Gold mines in Africa?
What do you want?

No... kids.

Fifteen kids.

You're tearing down their
home to build a parking lot.

And what do you want me to do
about this terrible thing?

Well, I was, I was...

Scrap the project?

Build around them?

Better yet, why not fund

an entirely new home,
say, for a hundred kids?

Well, yeah, that would be...

And who pays me for that?

Mr. Kadison, I don't
know who pays you for it...

Money, Hobson, come on.

Parking lots make it.

Foster homes, last
I checked, do not.

Money: It's what builds this

and much of that.
Or hadn't you noticed?

Oh, yeah, I've noticed.

Well, good, then we
understand, don't we?

Yeah, but, Mr. Kadison,
I'm not talking about money.

I'm talking about people.
I'm talking... Sorry.

I am not interested in people.

Those your kids,
Mr. Kadison?

You know, I gotta tell you
something, Mr. Kadison.

I don't understand
people like you.

What are you,
hollow inside?

You don't have
any feelings?

End of meeting.

Mike! Phil!

Yeah, let me tell you something.

You know, you people, you
live in your tall buildings,

you look down on everyone...
Let's go, buddy!

I'm not finished.

You know, you live
in your tall...

Hey, Mr. Kadison, have
a good day, Mr. Kadison.

Angela?

That young man shows up again,

call the cops.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, no.

ALL: Surprise!

What did he say?!
Well?

Did you see Mr. Kadison?
Did he change his mind?

Did he say we could stay?
Please, tell us!

Yeah, what did
Mr. Kadison have to say?

Uh, well, uh...

Same as the courts.

You said you'd fix it.

What does he mean?

He means we gotta leave.

But this is our home.

Who told you that?

Miss Jean.

She promised.

She said we could stay here.

Yeah, well, now
you learned.

Promises don't mean nothing.

Just a bunch of words.

You said we could stay here.

You said that.

Tell me you didn't lie.

Annie...

Then I hate you!

Like I said.

Don't mean nothing.

Come on, Annie.

Don't be crying like this.

So, we gotta move.

That's fine,
we can handle it.

So long as we're together.

But we're not
gonna be, Laverne.

They're gonna split us up.

Fine then.

We'll do it ourselves.

Talk to the man in person.

Maybe...

Get off it, Laverne.

We'd never get
in the door.

Yeah, but...
Look!

Stop filling her head
with junk, okay?!

It's over!
Just forget it!

Okay, so how come you are
never without a paper?

I like to stay current.

Right now, I'm looking
for an apartment.

Oh, every time I look
for a new place

in the classifieds,
I'm always too late.

Well, I like to stay ahead.

How does that work?

It can't be.

It doesn't.

Let me tell you,
it doesn't work.

Excuse me.

Angela, hello?

Angela, where is she?

Actually, Mr. Kadison,
uh, we sent her home.

Why? We got things to do here.

I gotta get that cash to...

It's okay.

It's all been taken care of.

What are you doing?

Collecting our bonuses,
Mr. Kadison.

Robbing the rich

to pay the poor,
Mr. Kadison.

Don't worry, Skatey-Eight,
nothing bad's gonna happen.

We're just going
for a little visit.

(knocks on door)

Jean?

Is Annie here?
Well, she should be.

Laverne, have you seen Annie?

Last time I saw her,
she was up in her room.

She's not now.
I was just up there.

Listen, I think Annie may
be in some sort of trouble.

Can I use your car?

Hold on, Mr. Hobson.
I'll drive.

Hey, wait for us!

Get back in the house!

We're coming, too!
No!

She's part of our family.

I know that, but
you're staying here.

And, Will, I'm putting
you in charge until we

get back with Annie.
And that's an order.

Okay?
Okay.

Everybody in the house!

Move it! Move it!
Come on!

Why would she do
something like this?

You don't know Annie.

She's had enough bad luck
to last a lifetime.

Her parents died
in a plane crash.

Thanks, we'll leave you the box.

Gotta say, Phil, I'm surprised.

Never figured you for
something like this.

Why is that, Mr. Kadison?

I don't know... loyalty, maybe.

That's pretty funny
coming from you.

Okay, just take it all
and get out of here.

Sure, except you're
coming with us.

I mean, we can't have you
talking about this, can we?

I'm sorry, Mr. Kadison,
your party's over.

Who's paying you
to do this?

Nobody.
We're self-employed.

Yeah, but I thought we were...
What?

Friends?

(laughing)
You don't have any of those.

I did once.

Yeah? Well, none of them's
gonna help you now.

Even if they wanted to.

Which they don't.

Check that out.

(whispering):
Hide, Skatey-Eight.

Well, well.

Let me go!
Let me go!

I'm with the police!

Right and I'm with the ballet.

Come on.

Says she had
an appointment.

I've never seen her
before in my life.

Then how come you're
tearing down my house?

Another devoted fan, huh?

Did you come in here
with anybody, kid?

Just me and Skatey-Eight.

Call Security!

Have them meet
me up there!

That's all of it.

Okay, on your feet.
We're outta here.

Come on.

What about her?

Her, too.

Come on.
She's just a baby.

I am not!
Whatever, kid.

You're in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Now, both of you, on your feet.

I'm not going, Phil.

Not unless you leave
the kid here.

Hey, I could take
care of myself.

What's this?

Barney Kadison going soft?

Aren't you the
guy that said

this city has
enough foster homes?

You said that?

How could you
say that?

Look, I was...

How could you say that?!

Leave her, Phil.
I won't give you any trouble.

Not a chance.

All right, come on, kid.

No! He's mine!

Come on.
Get the gun!

I got that.

I wouldn't do that.

What's going on here,
Mr. Kadison?

Hank, these two guys
just tried to rob me.

Okay, Mr. Kadison,
we'll take them downstairs

and notify the police.

They'll want your statement.

Oh, I will be very eloquent.

JEAN: Annie.

Oh, I was so
worried about you.

Well, I suppose you expect me
to thank the three of you?

A little bit
more than that.

KADISON:
You can't be serious.

I'm not changing my mind.

And I am not bailing out
on the parking lot.

But what about
these children?

Where will they go?

That is not my problem.

I mean, what am I
supposed to do...

just junk the whole
parking lot deal?

I mean, what am I?
Some kind of a jerk?

GARY: You're
a world-class jerk.

But then again, I know that
you weren't always like that.

Yeah? What do you know?

Well, I know that, once
upon a time, you, uh...

Well, you were
one of the good guys.

You used to be
involved in charities

and environmental issues,
Yeah.

That's when I was a jerk.

That was about eight years ago.

That was, uh, that was about
the time you decided to, uh,

drop off from the human race,
that was about

the time that you
decided to stop being

a, uh, a decent citizen.

Why is that?

What happened, Mr. Know-It-All,
is that the world showed me

that being one of the good guys
didn't mean a damn thing.

That's what happened.

The plane crash.

I did a little research.

Next month,
it'll be eight years.

I was to fly
with my wife and two daughters

to New York for vacation,

and at the last minute,
something came up,

and I had to tell them that, uh,

I would meet them
there the next day.

There was a big board meeting,
you know, for a stupid charity.

The phone rang

and I, uh, I picked it up.

And like that... just like that...

my whole life meant
absolutely nothing.

Flight 88 had gone down.

My wife and daughters were gone.

People tried to help, but,
you see, there wasn't any help.

All there was was pain.

So, I found a way
to get past it.

Instead of doing good,
I-I-I did business.

I did lots of business.

No people to worry about.

Just stone, concrete,

parking lots.

No.

No what?

You said that your whole life
meant nothing.

Right.

But you had a family
and you loved them.

They must have loved you, too.

Miss Jean says people shouldn't
feel sorry for themselves.

You're not doing them any good
by being sad and mean.

Besides, you didn't die.

They did.

Look, kid, if you don't mind...

I do mind.

You weren't there, okay?

Yes, she was.

Her mother and father
were both on that plane.

Go ahead.

Daddy died.

But Mommy stayed alive
for three days.

Before she died,
she... she had me.

This is what
my daddy gave me.

The day before the plane left.

He's called Skatey-Eight.

Flight eighty-eight.

He always helps me.

If you want, you can
borrow him for a while.

Okay.

You want to keep this rat trap?

You mean it?

Yeah, I'll probably

regret this in the morning,
but yeah, I mean it.

We're staying!

(all cheering)

Yay! Yeah! All right!

(joyous cheers)

KADISON: In other words,
you're looking for me to pay

McGinty here,
150 thousand more?

The difference between
what I paid him

and the fair market value?

Well, yeah.

I mean, but if
that's too much...

You got it.

(chuckling) Well...

Good-bye, Chicago!

Hello, Flagstaff!

Mona, wanna go to Flagstaff?

Yeah, with Kevin Costner.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Now, what about my
friend Gary here, huh?

I mean, he saved you all that
money from those two crooks.

Hell, he practically

saved your life.
No, no, no, no...

No, no! No, no, no, he's right.

You do deserve something.

And here is what
you are getting.

What?

This dump.

I mean, what the hell am I gonna
do with some crummy sports bar?

I got no reason
to tear it down

if there isn't gonna
be a parking lot.

Are you serious?

Hell, I've been giving
everything else away.

Yeah, I'm serious.

I'll have the deed
over in the morning.

Well, uh...

Hey, Barney?

Yeah?

Welcome back to the human race.

Thanks.

But the membership
fees are a killer.

McGINTY:
Have a seat, boys.

Tony, buffalo wings.

Did I ever tell you
how I got this place?

Uh, gee, no, Mac.

Well, it was the
damnedest thing.

I was drinking too much,
down on my luck,

letting my life go to hell.

I won the deed to this place
in a card game with a stranger,

who told me he was staying
at the Blackstone Hotel.

Well, I began to feel that I
took advantage of the poor slob,

so I went to the hotel
to see him.

But they told me
he just disappeared.

No forwarding address.

(cat meowing)
Nothing.

I'll send you a
Christmas card, boys.

Thanks.

Take good care of her, son.

And she'll be good for you.

Here you go.

Well...

this isn't such a bad deal.

What do you mean
it's not such a bad deal?

What am I supposed
to do with this place?

We could turn it
into a classy restaurant.

What? I don't know anything
about running a restaurant.

What do you mean we?

I could run this place.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

We will be partners!

No, let me tell...

What do you know about
running a restaurant?

I practically was born
in a restaurant.

You worked in your
Uncle Louie's deli.

Look, Gare,

I'll quit my boring job
at the brokerage firm.

I'll cash in a few of my stocks.

We'll remodel the whole place.

Come on, what have
we got to lose?

(cat meowing)

Hey, what are you doing up here?

(cat mews)

CHUCK: Oh, well...
Rome wasn't built in a day.

Neither was Colonel Sanders.

Great ideas take a while
to catch on.

Especially mine.

And change is not
an easy thing.

The future can be scary.

Especially when it
comes a day early.

(cat meowing)

What?

(cat meows)
What?

(cat mews)

And let's not even
mention the past.

(knocking on door)

Mr. Hobson?

Boswell?

I thought you might want this.

It's the only thing
I found in your room

that survived the fire.

I remember it meant
something to you.

No, Boswell, thank you
very much though,

But...
I appreciate that.

Yes, I understand.
Thank you very much.

Boswell?

Boswell?

(whistles)

The point is, you can
never be sure what was,

what will be, and what is.

The best thing to do
is keep your chin up

and take things
a day at a time.

Well, it looks like
we're staying.

I mean, hey, who knows?

Might even turn out okay.