Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 2, Episode 21 - Hot Time in the Old Town - full transcript

TV REPORTER: That makes six
inches of rain so far this week.

Now the storm is expected...

How should I know whether it's
the flashing or the gutters?

All I know is it's leaking.

But if it wasn't raining,

I wouldn't need my roof
fixed in the first place.

Thanks a lot, pal.
You have a good night, too.

CHUCK: Well, if it
isn't Paddington Bear.

And stay on the runner.
I just dried the floors.

Trailer park mud slide,
poodle down a storm drain.

Shower. Bed.



(cat meowing)

TV REPORTER: ...two inches
of rain last night,

making this
the worst storm season in...

(meows)

...power outages throughout
the metropolitan area...

(meowing)

(weather report continues
indistinctly)

"Dearborn Avenue collapse.
500 dead."

(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.



♪

"At 2:30p.m., a high-rise at the
corner of Dearborn and Randolph

"collapsed in the most
devastating structural failure

"in the history of the state.

"Office workers

"in the Tri-Tower building
were crushed

"in the debris, as well
as countless pedestrians

"within a two-block radius.

"Property losses are expected
to run as high

"as half a billion dollars.

"Not since Mrs. O'Leary's cow
started the Great Chicago fire

has the city faced
such a catastrophe."

2:30.

So, what happens?
An explosion?

No. They drop a, uh, a pylon on
the construction site next door.

But, how does that bring down
a whole building?

Well, when the builder
who drops the pylon

doesn't have the proper
geological surveys.

Something about
the freight tunnel system

underneath the city.

The rain makes the whole thing
flood and collapse.

I'm going to go over
to the construction site

and figure out a way
to stop this.

How are you going to stop it?

I don't know
how I'm going to stop it.

Well, what are you going to say?

I don't know
what I'm going to say.

That's right, a spelunker.

A spelunker?

What the hell's a spelunker?

A person
who explores caves.

That's right, but there
are no caves around here,

so I crawl in the tunnels...
big tunnels, small tunnels,

long tunnels, short...
it doesn't matter

what kind of tunnel,
as long as it's a tunnel.

As interesting
as all this is, Mr. Hobson...

But I've been underneath
your site,

and the tunnel underneath
your site is filled with water.

This is a massive project,

but you want me to go back
to the drawing boards

because you did a little...

spelunking this morning?

What I'm telling you is that
you're about to drop a pylon

into a flooded tunnel.

There's 50 miles of tunnels
in this city.

How do you know that you were
underneath my site?

God.

I mean, well,
I was underneath your site

and I heard the bells
of St. Martin's.

The bells of St. Martin's,
that's only a few blocks away,

so obviously, I was under
your site, wasn't I, now?

Well, thank you very much for
the tip, and I'll look into it.

Yeah, well, I think you'd better
look into it pretty soon...

I said, I'll look into it.

Yeah, well, I don't think you
understand. I think you...

You heard the man.

Go. Now!

♪

TROTTER:
He's back.

What the hell's
the problem with this guy?

Excuse me.
Are you the foreman?

I'm telling you, you...
Yeah, yeah.

Now, listen...
Hey.

You got a problem talking to me?

You know what? It's 12:45.

At 2:30, we're all going to
have a very big problem here.

According to what?

According to geological surveys

that were not properly
done, that's what.

Stop the work.

Call it off.

Are you in position?

Yeah, I'm ready.

All right,
you get ready to drop it.

You do it on my go.

All right.

12:45.
It's supposed to be 2:30.

Okay, let's go.

Let's get it done.
Get him off my site.

Now!

Hey!

I'm-I'm telling you
not to do it.

Let me go.

Get him.
No!

Hey, don't do it.

Get him out of here,
and let's drop this damn thing.

Are you ready?

Ready!

Drop it!

MAN:
Knives sharpened!

Dry goods!

Boston China!

Knives sharpened!

You okay, Mister?

Chuck?

Who?

What happened?
Did-Did the building fall?

Who is Chuck?

What are you doing?

What are you wearing?

I'm Morris.

Morris Best.

What are these clothes?

You've got
quite a knock there, Mister.

I have got
just the thing for you.

Dr. Morgan's Cure-All Elixir.

20 cents,
you're good as new.

Where am I?

Where are you?

Where else?

Chicago.
City of Wonders.

The pylon... We...

I-I'm supposed to be
at Dearborn and Randolph.

Dear-Dearborn...?

You're sitting on it.

No, no, there-there's-there's
the Sears Tower

and the-the
Tribune Building.

Listen, that building's
going to fall,

and people are going to die!
Stop kidding around!

Sure, it is.

Come on. Hyah!

Hey!
Dry goods!

Listen, there's something wrong.

Shoe laces!

The-The clothes
and the horses and...

Knives sharpened!

You say this is Chicago,

but if this is Chicago,
there's something very wrong,

I'm telling you.

You stay away,
you hear me?

I'm-I'm a little confused here.
If you could just...

You say this is
Chicago, but...

What year in Chicago?

Mister, listen, if
it's the demon alcohol

that's chawing you up,
I know a place that...

What year is it?

1871.

Wait.
Whoa!

1871?

If it's 1871,
then... then I'm dreaming.

I got to wake up.
Oh, mama...

Listen, you got
to wake me up, all right?

I-I-I want you
to-to hit me.

What?
Just hit me!

You're meshuga.
Go ahead and hit me.

I'll-I'll buy
everything you got.

Please.

Okay, Mister, you're
asking for it.

You want I should do another?

My paper... My paper...

I gotta find my...

my paper.

Hey, listen,

I know a saloon
down the road.

They're selling newspaper.

But as God is my witness,
today is October 7, 1871.

GARY:
1871.

Yes.

It's what I've
been telling you.

That building's
going to collapse.

(groaning)

So, look, a wagon full of
goods doesn't move itself.

Well, it's been...

interesting.

Wait a second,
Morris, uh...

Look, why-why don't you
let me buy you a drink here?

Oh, no.

Look, I have
family in Minsk.

11 brothers.

You don't get 11 boys across an
ocean by sitting in a groggery.

Good luck to you.

(patrons applauding)

This is crazy.

MAN: Oh, you're
lucky tonight!

For your pleasure, gents,
everyone's favorite,

the Dusky Nightingale.

(scattered applause)

(piano begins playing)

Marissa...

♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ The pipes, the pipes

♪ Are calling

♪ From glen to glen...

Good to see you, sir.
How are you?

I've got your favorite
table right here.

Thank you.
Right this way.

Excuse me.

Do you, by chance,
have any business interests

over on Randolph and Dearborn?

No.

And if I did, I don't think it
would be any of your concern.

♪ ...the roses falling

♪ It's you, it's you ♪

♪ Must go and I must bide

♪ But come ye back...

Can I get you a
drink, Commissioner?

The usual, Dan.

♪ ...when summer's ♪

♪ In the meadow

♪ Or when the valley's ♪

♪ Hushed and white

♪ With snow...

Eyes on your work, boy.

Yes, sir.

♪ Yes, I'll be ♪

♪ Here

♪ In sunshine

♪ Or in shadow

♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ I love

♪ You

♪ So.

(song ends)

(applause, whistling)

Marissa?

Excuse me?

Uh, everything is
upside down right now.

If you could just tell me
that your name is Marissa.

Have we met?

No.

I guess not.

It's just, I'm...

I'm trying to find a way home.

Why don't you, uh,

buy me a drink,
Mister, uh...?

(whispers):
Gary.

Hobson.

Sit down.

(jaunty piano music
playing)

Mr. Sullivan doesn't like
for me to spend time

with the riffraff,
but if you

buy me a bottle,
he won't interfere.

WAITER:
Here you go.

That'll be 80 cents.

ELEANOR:
You all right?

You seem troubled.

Have you ever...

had a dream...

where you-you, you-you...

really needed to wake up,
but you can't?

Every day, Mr. Hobson.

Um...

you know, my grandmother's
name was Marissa.

How'd you know
my grandmother's name?

You look very much
like somebody that I know.

Mm.

You're not from
these parts, are you?

Yes, I-I am.

I-I am.

You see, it's
very hard to explain.

I...

Well, are you lost?

Well, if you mean,
what am I doing here, yes.

That's kind of funny,

'cause sometimes I don't know
why I'm here, either.

You understand what I was
saying about the dream,

about not being able
to wake up, and...

You see, something is...
it's very wrong here, it's...

But, then, maybe
you're why I'm here.

I'm why I'm here,
Mr. Hobson.

I left Charleston
to try and make a better life

for me and my brother Jesse

over there.

He's a smart
kid, you know.

He can read
and he can write.

Not me...
all I can do is sing.

But... Jesse, I...

I think he's got
a chance to be somebody.

I came to Chicago

and thought about all the
opportunities, you know?

And back home,

everybody cried when the
Yankees cried "Free,"

but... I don't feel
so free, Mr. Hobson.

Sometimes I don't
even know if it's worth it.

Not even for Jesse.

Why am I telling you
all this, anyway?

SULLIVAN:
Eleanor!

Yes, sir,
Mr. Sullivan?

Come with me.

Commissioner Hayes
has expressed

a sincere interest
in your... talents.

I want you
to sit with him.

Put him in a good mood.

I'll sing for him.

Any song he wants.

You live in my house,
you obey my rules.

I'm a decent woman,
Mr. Sullivan.

Your brother's
a smart one, Eleanor,

but I don't think he wants to be
making his way on the streets.

Do you?

(piano playing
jaunty melody)

(watch chiming)

(chiming)

Oh, that's a fine-looking
timepiece, mister.

But it's running fast.

Thanks.

I'm Jesse Mayfield.

Gary, Jesse.

Yeah. This watch here,
not near as pretty,

but I made it myself.

You made that?

Yeah. I found the back
under a coal-box buggy.

This winder,
I made it from a lamp screw

and one of Eleanor's
shoe buttons.

That's real good
you did that.

You're a very lovely
woman, Eleanor.

What am I doing here?

(meows)
GARY: Cat?

(meows)

Hey, kitty.

Hey, you, uh,
you know this cat?

Never laid eyes.

Look like he knows you.

Yeah.

Ellie says animals have a sense.

She does, huh?

Listen, uh, that fellow over
there, Trotter... uh, Sullivan,

why does she let him
push her around like that?

You blind, mister?

We're colored.

Now, see,
she's doing it for me...

to get money
to put me in school.

And she's not looking
for no boyfriend.

No, I... I don't want
to be her boyfriend.

Then why are you so interested?

Aren't you a little
suspicious for a kid?

Yeah, well,
Mr. Sullivan thinks

I don't pay any attention,
but I got ears, you know.

He needs Ellie
to close a deal.

A big deal. What
kind of big deal?

Well, see,
the city's putting up

a trolley line
on Clinton Street.

Mr. Sullivan bought a whole
bunch of land on Canal Street.

He bought it cheap.

Now she's trying
to get that bald guy

to move the trolley line
over to Canal.

GARY:
Who's the bald guy?

Oh, that's
the commissioner.

Ellie says they're all crooked.

Just doesn't seem right,
a great city like this.

(Eleanor grunts)
HAYES: Ow!

SULLIVAN:
Commissioner...

What's going on here?

She bit me!

(shouts)

You touch her again, I'll...

Garth! Liam!

You get him out of here!

SULLIVAN: Eleanor, get back here!
Eleanor!

You get back
here, girl!

Somebody get
her, now!

Come on, Jesse.

We have to go quick.

Get him out of here!

Move!

(grunts)

I must apologize,
Commissioner.

Eleanor's a
spirited girl...

How can I trust you
with a business transaction

if you can't control
your own employees?

I assure you, I'll get her back...
you have my word.

Eleanor, are you scared?

Maybe just a little.

Where are we going?

I think it's time we thought
about going back home, Jesse.

Yeah, but I like it in Chicago.

Charleston
ain't so bad.

It's just not
working out here.

Yeah, I guess.

Listen,

the only thing that's
important, Jesse,

is that we never, ever do
anything that we're ashamed of.

And if that means going
back to Charleston,

then at least we can go back to
Charleston with our heads up.

Maybe we can get
that man to help us.

Nobody's gonna help
us but ourselves.

Shoelaces! Elixir!

Grain alcohol!

Whoa! Whoa!

You again?

Didn't exactly whip your weight
in wildcats, huh, mister?

No.

You crossed Sullivan?

(groans softly)

He was gonna hurt Mariss...

Eleanor.

Defending colored woman

not exactly the best way
to stay healthy around here.

No.

You got diggings?

Place to bed?

You want to bed down with me?

Come on.

Come on,
plenty room.

Come on.

You are a fit load
of trouble, mister.

Hyah! Michael!

(clock cuckooing)

See, you don't understand.

Just this, you...
you just sit here,

and I will... I check with
lady of the house, okay?

I clear it with her.
Hello?

WOMAN:
Mr. Best...

What's happened?

Oh, Daniel Sullivan,
that's what.

Sure, it's as cold as
a wagon rim, he is.

I'll-I'll be fine. You'll
be nothing of the sort

until you get some lamb stew
and barley into your belly,

and a good night's rest.

Put the kettle on to boil,

and fetch me the
tincture of iodine.

And the chamber set.

Iodine, the tinc...

Yes, coming right up.

So, new in town, you are.

Uh, sort of.

If you lived here,
it's a wider berth

you'd know to give himself...
Daniel Sullivan.

(clears throat softly)
Yes, ma'am.

Never mind.

You'll be right as rain
by tomorrow.

But that's... I don't...

I don't have until tomorrow.

Nonsense!
You've got tomorrow,

and plenty of tomorrows
after that.

You're a strong
young man, Mister...

You haven't introduced
us, Mr. Best.

Oh, um...

Gary Hobson, may
I present to you

my landlady, Mrs. O'Leary.

Hello... The stew will be ready
in a moment, Mr. Hobson.

You'll forgive me
for rushing off,

but I'm after milkin' the cow.

(distorted, echoing):
Drop it!

(mechanical whirring)

No...!

(cat meows)

(purring)
What are you doing here?

What am I
doing here?

"The city of Chicago
has been visited

"in the providence
of Almighty God

"with a calamity
almost unequalled

"in the annals of history.

"At 9:20 p.m.,
a small cow barn on the corner

"of DeKoven and Jefferson
Streets emitted a bright light,

"followed by a blaze,
and in a moment,

"the building
was hopelessly on fire.

"Lashed by
60-mile-an-hour winds

"in less than ten minutes,
the fire embraced the area

"between Jefferson and Clinton,

"and rapidly pushed eastward
to Canal Street.

"By the time the engines
were at work,

"a perfect sea of leaping
flames covered the ground.

"By dawn, the inferno
raged seven miles long.

"The rich have been
reduced to penury,

"the poor have lost
the little they possess.

"God save us,

for surely the Devil
has taken his due."

That's a little over my head,
don't you think?

Oh, good morning.

Uh, your uh, your, uh...

(whistles)
Oh, left the barn door open.

(mutters)

Barn...

Mrs. O'Leary was up
all night with the baby,

so I am going to do the...
the early milking for her.

Wait, Morris, I need,
I need to talk to you.

All right, but first,
I must go to barn, so...

The barn...
that's a good idea, Morris.

I'll meet
you in the barn.

(cow mooing)

Morris?

Boy, this place is a uh...
a real fire hazard here.

Did you ever consider that?

It's sort of an accident waiting
for something to happen, huh?

Hello, Daisy.

How do you know her name?

Yeah, well, that's what I wanted
to talk to you about, Morris.

See, Morris...

I'm from the future.

The future?

You mean...

I mean I'm from
the future.

1998, 127 years from now.

And I'm in a bit of a jam.

Mm-hmm.

You see, you see, I-I get
tomorrow's newspaper today.

Usually I get 1998's paper,
but this is tomorrow's.

It's October 9, 1871.

Well, let me read it
to you, Morris.

You see, right here,
it says, "At 9:20 p. m."...

that's tonight, Morris...

"a small cow barn on the corner
of DeKoven and Jefferson Streets

"emitted a bright light
followed by a blaze,

and in moments, the building
was hopelessly on fire."

That's this barn, Morris.

This barn is gonna burn.

Do you see what
I'm saying?

You get away.

Oh, no, I'm not
gonna hurt you.

Stay away.

The whole city is
gonna burn, though.

Nyet.
Da.

It's gonna be the worst fire
the country's ever seen!

Now look, from where
I come from, every kid knows

that Miss O'Leary's cow,
this one, Daisy,

started the Chicago Fire.

Now, you don't want
that to happen, do you?

Now, listen...
Get out.

Listen, Morris,
I've got hundreds of people

that are gonna die
a whole century apart.

I've gotta get back
to the future.

And the only way I can do that
is knowing that someone's gonna

put this fire out, and that
someone is gonna be you, Morris.

You leave me alone.

You leave
Mrs. O'Leary alone!

Take it easy, now.
Get away!

(speaking Yiddish)

Get out of this barn!

All right.
Get out of this home!

Go find Commissioner Hayes.

Tell him we got her.

Yes, sir.

(cat meows)

I don't know what to do.

No one listens to me.

I've been to,
to every fire station

from here to the North Side.
You...

Hey!

Jesse.

What happened?

Where's your sister?

Sullivan's men grabbed
her at the station,

so I ran.

They've got her prisoner.

Jesse, I... I wish
I could do something.

I, I've got things
I've gotta do.

Yeah.

Ellie said
no one would help her.

Guess she was right.

Oh, no, Jesse,
it's not that.

Listen, don't trouble
yourself, mister.

You got no reason to help us.

Where is she?

There she is.

GARY (whispering): See, Officer,
that's her right there.

Hmm.

Clean this up.

This is a respectable
establishment.

The hell it is.

Jesse, go get her.

You'll pay
for this, boy.

GARY: Sullivan here
kidnapped Eleanor...

Jesse! so he could
bribe a politician.

I hope there's something
you can do about this.

Indeed I can.
Thank you.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Refreshments are on
the house, as usual.

(snoring)

It starts at 9:20.

(watch chiming)

Half an hour.

Half an hour.

Hey!

Hey! Anybody here?

Listen to me!

The city's gonna burn,
you hear me?!

Do you hear me?!

Chicago's gonna burn!

She's here?

I'm sure you'll
want to see her...

just as soon as we
close our deal.

Anybody?

Anybody?!

You have a visitor, Eleanor.

No, I was referring

to Commissioner Hayes.

He's right out there.

He's here to accept
your apology.

No.

What?

I've never done anything
I'm ashamed of,

and I'm not about to do it now.

You'll do as I say.

No.

I think you'll
be wanting

to reconsider your position.

(clock cuckoos)

Oh, yeah, you
skunked me again.

You are a huckleberry
above my persimmon.

Mr. Best, would you
do me a small favor?

Of course,
Mrs. O'Leary.

The lantern is
a wee bit low.

Oh.

All right, off to bed
with you, little missy.

I'm going to get
you next time, Mary.

Don't you worry.

Heat, the fuel, here we go.

Here we go.

Thank you, Mr. Best.

Oh, my pleasure, Mrs. O'Leary.

(door opening)

Take your time, Commissioner.

Oh, and Eleanor,

no need to worry
about your brother.

He'll be right out here
with me and the boys.

Jesse...

Lock him in the cellar.
Yes, sir.

Come on, you.

Beer, Liam?

Hey, stop that kid!

Grab him!

Oh! Uh... (growls)

Psst! Psst!

Jesse.

Hey, you have to come.

You have to help Ellie.

Well, I, I'm a little
locked up right now.

Listen, if I get you
out of here,

will you promise
to help her?

How are you gonna do that?
Just promise.

(grunts)
Do it. Do it.

Uh, yeah, yeah,
sure, I promise.

All right, stick this
in the lock.

It's wax.

I can make a key.

All right, give it here.

All right.

(whispers):
Hey.

MAN:
How much longer?

All right,
here you go.

How did you...?

Forget it.

(lock clicks)

(door screeches)
Go on! Scoot!

Hey, you're welcome.

No! No!

No! No...!

Come on, let's get
you out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

What? What is it? What?

I am done with you,
Daniel Sullivan.

The hell with your women.

The hell with your deal!

It's time for
the last milking, Mr. Best.

Watch little Jimmy
for just a moment, will you?

Oh, no problem.

Yes. Hello, little Jimmy.

Come to Uncle Morrie.

Yes, come to
Papa Morrie, huh?

Huh?

You hungry, Jimmy?

You wanting cookie?

Yes?

You like that, don't you?
(clock cuckoos)

♪ Let grasses grow and water
flow in a free and easy way ♪

♪ And give me enough
of that fine old stuff ♪

♪ That's made near Galway Bay ♪

♪ Let...

(baby crying in distance)

(moos)

Baby, you're pishing everywhere.

You have to stop, please.

Uh, he, uh, he wet
himself, Mrs. O'Leary.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

It's a perfectly natural
body function, that's all.

Get me a rag
and I'll clean your shirt.

Oh, mama...

That's right.
That's right.

(moos)

(moos)

Where are we going,
Mr. Hobson?

Long story.
Jesse, what time is it?

It's, uh, 21 minutes
after 9:00.

(cow moos)
Oh, no.

Oh, my God, you smell that?

It smells like...
Smoke?

Whatever happened
to your Mr. Hobson?

Oh, well, he was
nice fellow,

but a couple of straws
short of bale, you know.

Oh, dear.

GARY:
Fire! Help!

Oh, no.
GARY: Fire!

No, no, you-you
wait here.

You just wait with children.

I see what's burning.

GARY:
Fire!

Morris, give me a hand!

Oh, my God...
Grab the blanket!

You-You did know!

You are from future!

Oh!

Give me a hand with the trough.

Come on. On three.

One, two, three...

That one.

(coughing)

Get out!

(grunting)

You did it.

You saved Chicago.

We... We did.

We saved...
We saved Chicago.

Good job, my friend.
Thank you.

Very good job.

You've interfered
for the last time.

MORRIS:
Who is this?

Oh, hey, what is problem, huh?

(angry yell)

Oh, no, no, no, no.

The lantern! Fire!

Jesse!

Run, Jesse!

I'll kill the little bastard!

Run, Jesse!
Come back here!

Come back here, you little...

He's going to kill him,
Mr. Hobson.

He told me he would.

Please, Mr. Hobson!

Morris, wake up.
Come on.

Come on, Morris.

You got to put the
fire out. You hear me?

Fire?
Yeah.

I thought we already did.

Well, there's
another one.

Oh...
Here! Here!

Dropped your timepiece.

(crunching)
What a shame.

Come here, you little...

See you in hell,
Jesse Mayfield.

Jesse...
You all right?

He was going to kill me.

Yeah.

And my watch...

Come on, let's go
back to the barn.

Mrs. O'Leary!

Mrs. O'Leary,
the barn's on fire!

The barn's on fire!

Get out!

Get out! It's no use!

Get out!

Get out!

Fire, Daisy. Fire!

(mooing)

Daisy, don't burn!

What in the name of God?

Look, I'll raise
the alarm, okay?

Get out!

Take her out!

Throw the alarm!
Throw the alarm!

Fire!
What happened?

This colored woman and her
brother were running away

from saloon keeper,
when this man from the future,

he tried to...

No!

This man from future, he...

Oh, hell.

It was Mrs. O'Leary's cow.

Mrs. O'Leary's cow
started the fire!

Throw the alarm!

(in distance):
Fire!

(murmuring)

Hey, hold up there.

Stop! Hey!

Listen, can you get these people
out of here for me?

The fire's going to spread.

Where are we going?

We're gonna get
you out of here.

The city's going
to burn tonight.

What?
What are you talking about?

The city's going to burn?

Everything's going
to be all right, Jesse.

We can find you
if we get in trouble again?

Look, Jesse, I-I'm
just passing through. I...

Sure.

Listen, I wish I could
make everything right,

but I-I can't do that.

Here... Jesse...

Look, you take this.

Go ahead.

I want you to have that.

You... You sure, mister?

Yeah. I'm sure.

And don't give up.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

'Cause if you do, I'm
going to know about it.

Don't give up.

Yeah.

All right.

God bless you, Mr. Hobson.

Take care.

All right.

(knocking on wagon)
Go!

DRIVER:
Giddyup! Giddyup!

Jesse, don't give up!

Jesse, you don't give
up, you understand?

Come on.

(cat meowing)

Hey, let's go!
It's no use!

I gotta try...

I gotta try.

Mister! Hey, no!

Gary, no!

Gary, get out!

Get out!

(bells chiming)

You okay?

Yeah.

Ready?

And...

Trotter!

(horn honking)

Trotter?
Sir?

Shut it down, now.

But...
My office, Trotter...

tomorrow, 9:00 am.

Gare!

Oh, what a day
I have had!

I want to thank you,
Mr. Fishman.

And you, too.

Now, please be assured
that there's no way

my company
would ever do anything

to compromise the safety
of the people here in Chicago.

No, no, no.
We were just, uh, concerned.

Oop! Have an appointment.

Excuse me.

Where did you get that watch?

Oh, you like it, huh?

Well, the, um, story goes
all the way back

to the Great Chicago Fire.

Chicago Fire?

CHUCK:
Yeah, you know, the cow,

Mrs. O'Leary, flames...

My great-grandfather

almost died in that fire, and
the stranger that saved his life

gave him this watch.

Since then,
it's been passed down

from generation
to generation.

Stranger?

Well, that's the story, anyway.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I
really have to get out of here.

I...
Hey, can I ask...

Can I ask you,

uh... I didn't even
get your name.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Mayfield.

Jesse Mayfield IV.

Jesse...

Well, again,
thanks to you both, okay?

Thank you, Mr. Mayfield.

Okay.

What are you looking
at me like that for? What?

I got something in my teeth?

No. Geez...

I think I need to sit down.

Look, those guys said
you were only knocked out

for two minutes, but...

and don't take this
the wrong way,

you look kind
of chawed up.

What did you just say?

You look kind
of messed up.

Marissa?

Yeah?

You, uh, you...
you're all right.

Well, yeah.

I'm not the one
that got knocked on the head.

You want some tea?

No... Yeah... Yeah, sure.

No, what I mean is,
you're... okay?

Right.

I'll get some tea.

Is there something

you're not sharing
here, buddy?

(whispering): Chuck, do
you remember Physics 201?

Space-time continuum?

Time, it's not a line, it's a...
Time is a...

It's a magazine.

What are you talking about?

It's a magazine.

I don't know
what I'm talking about.

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you.

I just don't know.

(meows)