Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 2, Episode 18 - The Quality of Mercy - full transcript

The paper tells Gary that a man is going to die in an accident. So he saves him but afterward the paper changes and says that the man is going to kill someone. Gary wonders why the paper sent him to the man so Gary tries to warn the prosecutor. It seems the man is a recently released convict and the prosecutor was the one who handled his case but when Gary refuses to tell her how he knows this, she dismisses him. And Chuck is injured by the man when he was escaping. Later the man goes to the prosecutor's home and Gary shows up and the man holds them hostage and the police arrive.

(rattling, clacking)

(indistinct chatter)

CHUCK: They say things
happen for a reason.

(horn honking)

But what if you knew

certain things were going
to happen,

and you changed them?

Would that be
for a reason, too?

(Gary panting)

It's the kind of thing
you think about

when you get tomorrow's
newspaper today.

Hey, watch it.

(tires screeching,
horn honking)

(truck horn honking)

Hey, buddy,
you all right?

Hey, hey, you gotta watch
where you're going!

You idiot!


Hey, pal, you're welcome!

(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.

CHUCK: "In an apparent
act of vengeance,

"John Hernandez,
a convicted murderer

"released on parole
last week, opened fire

"in the Chicago State's
Attorney's Office yesterday,

"killing a prosecutor and
wounding three others,

including a police officer."

(people screaming)

"The police have no leads

to Hernandez's current

CHUCK: What can I say, buddy?
You blew it.

Chuck. What? I call
'em as I see 'em.

Call what as you see 'em?

MARISSA: Nothing. Nothing.

Okay, okay.

I can tell when I'm not wanted.

Listen, Crumb...
Forget it, Hobson.

I know that look.

You want privacy, you got it.

No. I... Besides,
half of the time,

the lemons and the limes
around this joint

got more sense than
the two of youse.

And I am not pointing the finger
at you, young lady.

So, why, so, why
would the paper

have me save a killer?

Well, maybe we don't
know everything.

Maybe there's more to it.

Like what? The guy's
obviously a psycho.

GARY: It says here Hernandez has

an arrest record
a mile long:

assault, robbery, there's
12 other things here.

Yeah, then ten years ago,
he gets into a fight,

he picks up a bottle and he
crushes in someone's skull.


GARY: So, why would the paper

have me go to this
particular traffic accident?

Look, you save the prosecutor's
life, the score is even.

Now all I gotta do is save
the prosecutor's life.

WOMAN: And tell Miller we are not
pleading out the Vannuki case.

He wasn't crying for mercy
before we turned that witness.

Now it's a little late.

His client's going away.

(phone ringing)

Rachel Stone.

Hi, Mom.
Sarah, is everything all right?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Well, they canceled
volleyball this afternoon,

and I was wondering

if I could go home with
Wendy after school.

Sure, if it's all right
with her mom.

Just be home for dinner.

And use the extra time
to finish your homework.

Love you.

Me, too.


CHUCK: So, this is where
all the lawyers hang out.

GARY: All right, State's
Attorney's, this is it.

All right, I'll
tell you what...

I'll wait around the corner,
and uh, hey, buddy,

if you're not back
in ten minutes,

I'm gonna send the cavalry in.

I thought you said you
had things to do.

You've been whining
all the way over.

That's just my M.O.
You know me, buddy.

In the end, I'm always
there for you, aren't I?

I'll be back.

You're welcome.

I'm gonna get some coffee.


Oh, gotta go.

Excuse me. I need to see
Rachel Stone.

I believe she's
on the third floor.

Do you have an appointment?
No, I don't.

Well, she has
meetings all day.

Well, listen, this
is very important.

I need to see her right now.

Yeah, yeah, the whole
world's in a hurry today.

Everyone wants to see Ms. Stone
without an appointment, and I...

Well, look, I'm not everybody,
so if you could...



Hey, Bill!

What's up?

Some guy just
ran past me.

Watch it!



(running footsteps)



Listen to me:
I'm just here to help you.


I know
you just got out.

You got a choice here.

But if you go and you kill her,
you're gonna lose that choice.

You understand that,
don't you?

There he is!

Wait a second.

The guy, the guy you're looking
for is down there. Yeah, right.

Look, I'm telling you,
he's here to kill Rachel Stone.

A killer? In the stairwell?
Yeah, yeah...

Look, I... I chased
him down there.

Go check it out.

He's got a gun!

All clear.

I'll check the basement.

I don't want to hear this. I'm telling
you, you're making a mistake.

Just get in there.
It's not me. It's Hernandez.

We got him, Ms. Stone.


John Hernandez.

Do I know you?

No, But you
know Hernandez.

You put him away ten years ago.

I've put a lot of people away.
That's my job.

Yeah, well, this guy,
he's a little bit angry.

He's got a gun, and he happens
to be after you.

And you're a friend of his?

No, I'm not a friend...

Then how do you know this?

Look, it's not important how I know him.
Well, it is to me.

Look, Mister, uh...

Gary Hobson.
Mr. Hobson...

I don't know you;
you don't know me.

You don't know
this man Hernandez.

You say he wants
to kill me,

but you won't reveal
your source of information.

So perhaps you'll
tell me this...

why should I believe
a word you say?

Because he's in
the building right now!

OFFICER (over radio): Basement's clear.
There's no one down here.


Well, then I suggest
you look again,

'cause I'm telling
you, he's here.

Mr. Hobson, if I paid attention
to all the threats I receive

in this office,
I'd never get any work done.

Now, I assume you mean well,
but I have to warn you,

if you barge in here again,
I'll have you arrested.

Good day.

Look... I know you heard
the lady... let's go.

No, you don't understand.
Let's go.

You don't understand.

Do you want to go to jail?
Do you want to go to jail?
See, you're making a...

You want to go to jail?
Do you want to go to jail?

You don't understand.
See, you're making a mistake.

Hey, take it easy!

(officer continues
chiding Gary)

Yeah, Marissa, listen...
all right...

Look, if I'm not
back in ten minutes,

you have Johnny order North Star
pilsner, all right?

Not the ale, but the...

(tires squealing)

Hey, Chuck!


Hey, what are you doing?!



Hey, Chuck? Chuck?

We want to make the tube
attachment to the burr hole

as clean as possible.

WOMAN: Suction.

It's draining perfectly.

Amount matches the estimate
from the emergency C.T.

I want a percentage of
blood content in the fluid.

Let's get that to
the lab right now.


it's not your fault.

How is he?
Did they tell you anything yet?

Well, they're still
in surgery.

They've got to drain fluid to
keep pressure off his brain.

Well, it's taking a lot longer
than what they'd said.

Hey, he's a tough little guy...
he'll be okay.

He's a fighter, you know that.

Anyway, I got some news.

They found Fishman's car.

It was abandoned
over in Lincoln Park.

They ran some prints.

John Hernandez...
a real sweetheart.

Just got out on parole;
did ten years on a murder beef.

Not-Not that any of that's
really important right now.

Uh, did you try getting
ahold of his parents?

Well, they're on
a cruise somewhere

in the middle of the Mediterranean,
and we can't reach them.

Hey, Hobson, don't beat
yourself up about this.

The thing is, he didn't
want to go in the first place,

and I made him.

Hey, this Hernandez
is a real animal.

The guy he killed,

he was walking away
from him in a bar.

Hernandez hit him in the back
of the head with a bottle.

Now, that's pretty cold.

If he hadn't clocked Fishman,
he'd have got somebody else.

Excuse me, Mr. Hobson?

Okay, here's what's going on...
um, we've been able to relieve

the immediate pressure
on his brain.

But I have to tell you that the next
24 hours are gonna be critical,

so if anything happens,
I'll let you know, all right?

All right.

I keep telling myself

there's got to be a
reason for all this.

Well, when you
find out what it is,

would you let me
know, please?

(deep sigh)

(knocking on door)

Sarah, you up yet?


I'm up, I'm up.

Well, how late were you on
the phone with Wendy last night?

Not that late.
BOY: Yeah, right.

I wasn't.

Hey, you're up early.

Last day for
the candy drive.

Dave and I are going
for the record.

All right.

Hey. Waffles
for breakfast?

I already ate.

I'm going to meet Dave.


MIKE: Well, entrepreneurial
spirit lives.



Mm, sounds good.

Good, 'cause
they're frozen.

And coffee.

No coffee.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Austin to NICU.

(cat meows)

(paper thuds)


Was that the...


What are you gonna do?

I'll tell you what
we're gonna do.

We're gonna go...
see how Chuck is.

Got your cane.


How'd you sleep? Fine,
for what it was worth.

How about yourself?

DOCTOR: Brain trauma...
we operated yesterday.

What is it? What's wrong?

Keep an eye on his vitals,
and keep pumping that bag.

Doctor... We're not sure
if it's the same build-up

or an aneurism that
didn't show in the CT.

Just take him into MRI...
I'll be right there.

We're gonna do a full
MRI on his head,

and if there's a secondary problem,
we'll find it. Secondary problem?

Have you been able
to reach his parents?

No, not yet.

Well, I think it would be
best if they were here.

Hey, mister.


Want to buy a
quality chocolate bar

to send our school band
to Champaign-Urbana?


Come on, it's
only a buck 50.

Get out of here.

I know you've
got that much.

Look, get the hell out of here.

Come on, I can get a mountain
bike if I sell enough.

I said, get
the hell out of here! Move!

It's only a candy bar.

Cream and sugar.


When was the last time you
had something besides coffee?

You have to eat something.

I'm not hungry.

What does the paper say?

I haven't looked at it.

Look, Gary,

I'll stay here with Chuck.

There's nothing more
you can do for him right now.



Hernandez... he's
going to her house.

Marissa, I need you to call
the police, you understand?

Well, wh-what do I tell them?
You tell them

to go to Rachel Stone's house
in River Forest.

She's a-a state's attorney;
assistant state's attorney.

You got that?
Okay, okay, I got it.

If I can't have coffee,

could I at least have a tattoo?


A tattoo?

No way.


Forget it.

Just a little one?
On my butt?

Am I having this

I think I'm gonna
go walk the dog.


I guess I am having
this conversation.

Mom, please?

A tattoo
on your butt?

You're watching
too much MTV, sweetie.


Yes. I want to report
a break-in, and he has a gun.

Address, please? Um, 4321...
Marion in River Forest.

Are you in the house?

I-I'm next-door.

My computer shows
a hospital pay phone.

I don't care
what your computer says.

People's lives are in danger...
get someone over there now!

(car door squeaks open,
then shuts)

Look, come on, buddy, can you go
a little bit faster here, huh?

We're late.

Where's my backpack?

Did you leave it upstairs?

Oh, oh, yeah.

(thud in distance)


Just dropped my books, Mom.

(relieved sigh)

Remember me?

Look, if you want money...

What I want
doesn't matter.

What matters is, I'll be
the last thing you remember.

Okay, Mom.



Run, Sarah!


(siren whoops,
tires screech)

Don't move... Police!
Drop your gun!

Don't move, don't move or she dies!
Take it easy.

Just take it easy.

Do it! Don't do anything crazy.

Nobody gets hurt here.
Yeah, well,

you don't do nothing crazy,
all right? Get out!

Nobody gets hurt here;
we're backing off.

I said move!

Get out! Get out!

Anybody try anything
crazy, you're dead.

You got that?

You got that?



How's he doing?

Not much change.

But you said we
wouldn't know anything

for another 24 hours, right?

Yeah. No, that's right.

Look, do you want me to walk you
back to the waiting room?

No, thanks.

I can manage.

(on TV):
Yes, I am.

All for that man?

I happen to love that man.

This is a Chicago newsbreak.

News Two has learned there is
apparently a hostage situation

going on right now
in the 4300 block

of Marion, in River Forest,
at the home

of Assistant State's Attorney
Rachel Stone.

Now, details
are still coming in.

The details we're
getting right now indicate

a gunman is holding
two hostages,

one of whom may be the assistant
state's attorney herself.

(phone rings)


Crumb? Turn on Channel Two.

We're live now
at the 4300 block of Marion.

The identity of
the gunman here is unknown,

as are his apparent reasons
for taking the hostages.

Don't tell me.


He went over there.

How does this kid manage to get
in trouble every single day?

Crumb, you know Gary.

Don't worry, I'm on my way.

OFFICER: Don't worry, don't worry.

Everything's fine.
Everything's fine.

We're gonna take you
right over here.

Thank you, officers.

You guys, next door!

Captain, let me go in there,
let me talk to him.

It's my wife.
No, Dad, don't go!

No, I'm sorry, sir, I
can't let you do that.

I got to do something... I can't
just stand out here like this.

He's gonna kill her!
No, honey,

nobody's gonna kill anyone.

Now, Mr. Stone, the best thing
you can do for your wife

is give us all the information
you can about the house:

phones, electrical, entrances,
all that sort of thing.

Rothas? Uh, now,

that information is very
critical at a time like this.

Now, you keep talking
to Officer Rothas here.

All right. Okay.

Let's go. What are you
doing here, Zeke?

Well, you know old cops,
Leon; can't stay away.

What do you got here?
Oh, a guy's got

two hostages, ran two of
my men out of the house.

Now, one of these hostages,

good-looking fella,
about six foot,

brown hair, leather jacket?
Yeah. How'd you know?

He's a friend of mine.

Your gunman's an ex-con
by the name of John Hernandez.

He wants a piece of the
prosecutor lady in there.

Yeah, the kid said he
seemed to know her.

She put him away for ten years.

So, you make contact yet?

No, he won't
answer the phone.

I've secured the perimeter,

got snipers.

Who's your negotiator?

He hasn't arrived yet.

Hey, you want to take
a shot at it?

Me? No, I'm retired,
you know that.

Hey, you were always
one of the best, Zeke.

Listen, we got a time bomb in
there, and the clock is ticking.



Set it!

(alarm beeps)

That's nice,
using the alarm system

to keep the good guys
from breaking in, huh?

Sit down.
Sit down!

You, come here!

Pull the shades.

Hurry up.

Pull down the other
shade, let's go.

All right, what do you
want me to do now?

Sit down and shut up.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!

What you doing?

Get up!

It's a paper.

Sit down!

You want to die?

What, are you stupid?

CRUMB (over bullhorn):
John Hernandez.

John Hernandez.

Talk to us, pal.

First and foremost,

we want everyone
out of there safely.

Including you.

Now, my name
is Crumb.

My friends
call me Zeke.

I want to talk to you
on the phone, John,

see if we can get this
straightened out.

I'm gonna give you a call, John.

Please, pick up the phone.

We need to talk.

(phone ringing)

Come on, come on.

Pick it up, pick it up.

(phone ringing)



John, thanks
for picking up.

How is everybody
in there?

Nobody's giving you any problems
or anything, are they?

Everybody getting along?

Everybody okay?

Just peachy, man.

That's good.

That's good, John,
'cause we want to,

we want to resolve this thing
as peacefully as possible here.

John, you there?

Yeah. What?!

So, what's going on?

What-what's this all about?

This is about people gonna die,

you don't get those
cops out of here.

All right, all right.

I hear you, I hear you.

No one's in any rush here.

I think we should talk about
what it's gonna take

to get you safely out of there.

Tell me, how can I help?

You want to help?

Get rid of these cops!

Now, John, you know it
doesn't work like that.

Why don't you let
those people go,

no harm done.

Then we can talk.

I don't think so.

Well, at least
let me talk to them,

make sure they're okay.

They're fine.

Now, John...

I'm willing to take
your word on this,

but there are other people
out here who need some proof.

Nobody's talked
to those hostages

since this whole
thing started.

You want to see them?
Get up!

Want to see them?

You want to see them?!

Pull the shade!

You see him now?!

You happy?!

Sit down.
Sit down!

What about the woman?

Oh, come on!

Stop playing games with me!

We're not
playing games here, John.

We're trying to get
this resolved, am I right?

Right, John?

Now, what do you want?

John, you there?


Tell me what you want.

John, talk to me, pal.

I'm listening.

Come on.

I got to think about it.

He hung up.

MAN (over radio):
Snipers are in position, sir.

Shall we proceed?

Not yet.

I didn't mean it.

What, honey?

About the tattoo.

I don't need a tattoo.

Oh, Sarah, honey.

I just need Mommy!

Oh, sweetie.

I want Mommy!
Oh, it's all right.

It's all right.
We're gonna get her back, honey.

It's all right.
It's all right.

Come on, it's okay.

Hang in there,
all right?

I guess I should have listened
to you the other day, huh?

HERNANDEZ: Yeah, I guess you should've
listened to him the other day.

How do you know so much?

How do you know so
much about me, huh?

What are you,
some kind of a super cop?

A friend of mine's
a parole officer.

He mentioned you were
getting out, and that, uh,

someone ought to
keep an eye on you.

Good guess.

You remember me now?

Oh, it was just another day
at the office for you, huh?


Shut up!

You put me away for ten years,

and then you and your lawyer
friends go out for lunch.

You remember what
you called me in court?

An animal.

A bloodthirsty animal.

Listen, why don't you
put the gun down and we talk

about this, huh?

I'm talking now, okay?

And you shut your face.

You shut your face, or
I'll shut it for you.

You got that?!

The charge was manslaughter.

You made it
second-degree murder.

He had his back turned.

He was walking away.

Oh, come on, you believe
those lying witnesses?

I believe
the coroner's report.

You struck a defenseless man
from behind.

I call that murder.

Oh, that was no murder, and that
was not worth no ten years.

Not according to the court.

This is no court, all right?

There's no judge,

no jury, and I'm in charge!

You got that?!

Hey, what are you
blaming her for?

She didn't kill anyone, it was you.
You want to die?!


You want to die?!

No. Do you?

'Cause you shoot her, you might
as well shoot yourself.

Is that what you've been
waiting for all this time?

You don't understand!

For ten years, all
I've been seeing is

the look on this
woman's face

(cocks gun)
when I pull that trigger!


That's gonna make
you feel better?

That's gonna make
everything all right?!

(phone ringing)


Hey, John.

Is everything okay in there?

Yeah, everything's
just fine, okay?

You're sure, now?

'Cause if anybody gets hurt,
there's gonna be trouble.

I can't do anything about that.

You understand that, right?

Yeah, I understand.


I was thinking maybe
we could talk it over,

see what it's gonna take
to get you out of there okay.

May I speak to my husband, please?

My daughter.
Just for a minute,

let them know I'm alive.

Sit down, shut up.

Sit down!

I want a van.

A van?

What kind of van?

A... A... A brand-new van,
right off the lot.

Mazda? Chevy?

Yeah, something American,
all right?

Hey, what-what about a Chrysler?
Those are nice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's fine!

What color?

What color?
What, are you stupid? Any color!

Look, just get me a van,
$25,000 in small bills.

You got that?

Chrysler van,
$25,000 in small bills.

I'll... we can do that.

It's gonna take a little while
to get it organized, though.

In the meantime, let me
talk to the guy in there.


It's procedure, John.

Tit for tat.

You got to show some good faith,
if you want me to help you.

Now, you want that van,
don't you?




Hobson, you okay?

Relatively, yeah.

Is this guy stable?


Well, do what you can
to keep him calm.

Oh, I'm-I'm trying to do that.

And no heroics, okay?

Well, you don't have
to worry about that.

How, uh, how's Chuck?

He's fine.
He's still fighting.

Now, don't worry,
we'll get you out of there.

And try to keep this guy calm.

That's the most important thing.


Yes, John. Thank you.

You did the right thing there.

Now I can do something for you.

Now, just hang on, keep calm.

I'll get back to you.

What do you think?


Keep stalling him.
Keep him talking.

This kid Hobson... he's our,
he's our joker in the deck.

This kid,
somehow he-he knows things.

I don't know, it-it's spooky.

But with him there, I think we
got a chance to pull this off.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Trauma team to O.R. Room Three.

Trauma team to O.R.
Room Three.

Marissa Clark.


I'm Father Dow.

I understand that's
your friend in there.


I thought perhaps you
could use some company.

Thank you, Father,

but I'm not feeling
very spiritual right now.

It doesn't have
to be spiritual.

We could just talk.



Father, I've always been
brought up with the belief

that there's a reason
for everything;

everything has a purpose.

But I may lose two of the most
important people in my life,

and I can't understand why God
would allow that to happen.

The world is full of
mysteries, Marissa.

We can't always
see His purpose.

That's why we
need faith.

It's times like this,
it's hard not to lose faith.

Oh, I find
that often,

it's times like these
when faith is renewed.

Where's that van?

Hey, you mind if I
get us all a drink?

I mind.

You have any Bacardi?


It's, uh, right up there.

What about you, party boy?

Milk and cookies?


(gun firing)

(gun firing)


Why did you do that?

Get up!

Get over there!

What are you doing?

Are you crazy?!

What are you, my guardian angel,
or something?

I had a clean shot.

You were going to
kill each other.

Yeah, if I was you,
I would have let her shoot me.

Well, you're not me, are you?

No, you're an idiot!

Oh, I'm the idiot?

You're the one surrounded
by the police right now,

and I'm the idiot?

Explain that to me, John.

Shut up!

(phone ringing)

Where's the van?!

The van is coming, John.

We're talking
to the dealership right now.

But you know how it is.
You got to get the right color,

the leather seats...

Look, I don't care
about no seats!

You don't mind the vinyl?

Look, just get me a van!

Okay, okay. But now,
if I could just talk to...

No! Okay? No!

He's unraveling.

Tell the snipers
they have the green light.

If they have a clear shot,
take it.

MAN (over radio):
Roger. SWAT is green-lighted.

MAN 2 (over radio):
Sniper one in position.

Where's my van?

You're not getting any van.

Yeah? What-What
do you know about it?

They're not going to
let you just drive away.

It ends here, John,
one way or the other.

Believe me, I know.

Look, I don't
get out of here, no one does.

Whoa, John,
take it easy now.

Oh, take it easy?

Take it easy?

There's eight zillion cops
out there,

waiting to blow my brains out,
and you want me to take it easy.

Oh, that's really good.

John, listen, the cop that
you're talking to on the phone,

I know him.

If you turn yourself in...

Look, I'm not giving myself up.

You got a car in the garage?


Give me the key.


We're going for a ride.

Wait, wait, wait.
Let-Let her go.

You crazy?

Look, you can't take the both of us.
Watch me.

Look, you-you can't cover
the both of us.

Who's going to drive?

Look, I-I saved your life
twice already, right?

All you got to do
is listen to me.

You-You let her go,
and we use her as a decoy.

Come on, man.
(phone ringing)

Leave me alone, all right?!
Leave me alone!

John, don't lose it, John.

We're getting in the car, and
we're getting out of here, now!

No, no.
Look, look, look, look,

what we can do is, you and I,
we can go to the garage,

just you and me,
and-and I'll drive,

and you can stay
out of the sight of the police,

'cause, John,
if the police can't see you,

they can't shoot you, right?

Look, I'm not letting her go.


She's the reason I'm here!
That's why!

I won't let her go!

John, you are not going
to kill her.

I did not save your life
so you could take another one.

You understand me? He's
trying to help you, John.

Look, I didn't ask
for your help, okay?

I didn't ask
for anybody's help!

Look-Look, John,

you got your whole life
ahead of you.

My life?

What do you know
about my life?!

I know you don't want

to live in a little box
with-with-with bars on it.

I know you want more
than what you got right now.

You need
to blame someone else

for something
that happened years ago.

I understand that;
I really do.

I swear I do.

But you can end
all this right now.

You-You really can.

You can stop all this
right now, John.

All you got to do is say so.

You understand me?
All you got to do is say so.

That's it.

MAN (on radio):

If you see suspect,
snipers have the green light.

Don't shoot!

It's her.

Hold your fire!

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire!
Wait! Don't shoot!

MAN (over speaker):
Hold your fire.

Hobson's driving.
Hernandez has a gun on him.

Don't shoot.
Nobody shoot.

MAN (over speaker):
All stay. Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.


Thank God.

I'm fine.
Come here, you.

Come on, drive, man!
Let's go!

Let's go!

Make a right.
Make a right!

All right.

We'll box him in
at the nearest intersection.

No, no, no!

Zeke, you got a killer
holding a gun on a civilian.

I've seen Hobson get out
of worse things than this.

Now, he's come
through this far.

Let-Let's give
the kid a chance.

I want a long-range pursuit
on that vehicle.

Understood? Long-range only.

MAN (on radio):
Roger. Long-range pursuit.

I sure hope you know
what you're doing, Zeke.

Take a right...

Take a right!

All right. I got to wait for
this car to get out of the way.

Come on.
Come on, man, right here!

(horns honking)

All right,
they ain't following me.


I'm telling you,
I know the cop in charge.

I can get you out of this.

Man, what do you care, man?
What do you go saving me for?

I've been wondering
the same thing

ever since you put my
best friend in a coma.

What are you talking about?

The guy you got the car from,

that's my friend.
He's in the hospital.

So don't ask me why I'm helping
you, 'cause I really don't know.

Right here. Right here.
Take a right. Come on.

OFFICER (on radio):
Captain, we've lost him.

What do you mean,
you've lost him?

Find him!


You know, you must think like
that prosecutor lady, right?

You think
I'm some kind of an animal?

Well, guess what.

I never had the chance
to do anything else, so there.

I know a lot of people
that grow up tough.

Not all of them spend time
in jail.

Yeah. What do you know about
growing up tough, man, huh?

You never done no jail time.

Man, forget it, man.
You don't even understand, man.

Why am I talking to you?

Take a right. Take
a right over here.

Take a right and
a left, man.

Head for the
tracks. Look, man,

I can't let you go, man,
all right?

I can't let you go, all right?
Not yet.

Not until I'm sure I'm safe,
all right?

What do you mean,
you're going to let me go?

What the hell, man... I figure
I owe that to you, right?

And what are you gonna do?

Look, man, what do you care
what I'm going to do, huh?!

You know, when I was in that
court ten years ago,

that guy's wife and kid...

You know, the guy I killed...

You know, I remember
thinking, man, how...

how can I undo that?
you know?

How can I bring that guy back?

But you can't undo
something like that, man, never.

So I guess they're right,
you know.

I guess I am some kind
of an animal.

What do you think?

You think I'm an animal?

You know what I think?

I think
you still got a choice.

A choice?

Man, what choice?

(train whistle blowing)

Get out of the car.

Out of the car!

Give me the keys!
Come on, come on!

This way.

Don't move, okay?

Stay until
I get out of here, all right?


Over here!

Help me!

Hey, Mister!

HERNANDEZ: Stay right here.
Stay right here.

I'm telling you, man,
stay right here!

Help me!


Stop! Come here!

I'm trying!

I'm trying, too, man!
Pull, man!

What does it look like I'm doing?!
It's stuck.

We were just taking
a shortcut, see?

Look, take it easy,
will you?

Oh, help me!

I'll never cut
class again, I swear!

Now, look, pull your foot
out of your shoe.

I tried it.
It's too tight.

Man, I'm never
cutting class again!

We already tried that.
It's stuck.


It's stuck, all right!

Come on. It's coming!
Pull me out, man!

Pull! Pull, man!
Hey, somebody's coming!

Get out!


Come on, do something!
Get it out, please!

BOY: It's coming!
Come on, it's coming!

Come on!

Come on!

I can feel it!
It's coming out!

It's coming!

Keep trying!
Get him!
Get him out now!

Get him out!

He did it!

Get off the tracks!


WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Million, Trauma line two.

Dr. Million...



How's he doing?

He's going to be fine.

Hey, buddy.
How you doing?


How'd the Bulls do?

You gotta be
kidding me.

I have a headache.

You want some aspirin?


I need a nurse.

Blonde, or brunette?

One of each.

I'll get you that.

Thanks, buddy.

CHUCK: They say things
happen for a reason.

But that reason
might not always be clear.

You know, I remember
thinking, man,

how can I undo that?

You know,
how can I bring that guy back?

But you can't undo something
like that, man, never.

So I guess they're right,
you know?

I guess I am some kind
of an animal.

In time, with faith,

the meaning may emerge.

What was, what is,
what shall be...

pieces of a puzzle
falling into place.