Early Edition (1996–2000): Season 2, Episode 6 - Angels and Devils - full transcript
Sister Mary works with inner-city youths, but begins to question her effectiveness and faith after witnessing too many young people ruin their lives through crime and violence. Gary tries to help her keep a young boy named Marcus on the straight and narrow path after his older brother Kareem is released from prison. Kareem has plans to tutor Marcus in the ways of crime, and he has no patience for Gary's interference.
All right, here you go, Marcus.
Here's your salmon.
All right, cool. Thanks. Yeah.
Afraid that's all I got for today.
Oh, no, that's all right; we'll feed
a mess of homeless with all this.
All right.
You take care.
Thanks.
Yep.
Oh, hey, fellas. How you doin'?
Fine.
Whoa, whoa,
wait just a second.
Oh, it's cool, Mr. Fishman;
we got it covered.
No, no.
Where'd you get this, huh?
Salmon?
Did he give you salmon?
It's a soup kitchen,
and you're giving 'em
very expensive salmon.
Fellas,
put that stuff right here.
I got something very special
for you.
What are you doing?
CHUCK: Oh, no.
You're gonna love this.
(grunts)
All right.
Right here.
What is it?
Chicken noodle soup.
Two and a half gallons.
I'm sorry, bro.
Sister Mary said
no more soup.
Uh, and, uh, fellas,
what am I supposed to do
with this stuff, huh?
I slaved over a hot stove
all day.
Put a couple of fish in it,
and call it an aquarium.
(both laugh)
Is that what they're teaching
you in school today?
Huh?
Exactly.
GARY:
Hey, tell Sister Mary
I hadn't forgotten
about tonight, huh?
Oh, you're coming
to watch us play?
Coming to watch you play?
I'm gonna ref. Yeah.
And I'm coaching,
so, uh, guess what?
You don't have to worry
about the refreshments,
'cause I got it covered.
Yeah. All right, later.
All right.
Yeah, and work on
that jump shot.
You're looking a little
sloppy to the right.
OFFICER:
All right, Jack,
he's coming through.
(lock buzzes)
You a betting man,
Karim?
'Cause we got two-to-one
odds running
that you'll be back
in a month.
You better hope that I'm not.
(wry laughter)
(dogs barking
ferociously in distance)
(siren wails in distance)
♪
♪
My man.
(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: When they get the ball...
All right, great job, guys.
Just a few things.
Now, Marcus, I know JoJo's
your best friend,
but Thomas has been open
for the last half hour.
You own the court.
Don't let anybody get
between you and the basket!
How many I's in the word team?
ALL:
None!
Thank you very much! Let's go!
All right, y'all,
let's go!
ALL:
One, two, three... play!
ALL:
Game time!
SISTER: Keep your hands up.
Got it?
Okay. All right, take the team.
(shouting)
Dead air!
CHUCK: Three seconds!
Open your eyes, Gare!
SISTER:
Let's go, Leroy!
He's grabbing his ankle.
He's grabbing...
He not grabbing his...
Come on, Marcus!
Drive it in!
He's wide open!
(whistle blows)
GARY:
Reaching! White's ball.
Good call, ref.
Don't start with me.
What do you mean, reach in?
That wasn't a reach in.
You're favoring the nun!
Again, you're favoring the nun!
GARY: White's ball. Let's go.
(siren wailing in distance)
(whistling, cheering
and applause)
CHUCK:
All right, fellas,
good game.
Hit those showers now.
Use soap!
All right, Sister.
Congratulations.
Good game. Thank you very much.
Of course, it doesn't hurt to
have the Big Guy on your side.
Not to mention
the ref!
Always a pleasure,
Chuck.
Take care, Sister.
Get you next time.
Bye, Gare.
(laughing)
See you later, buddy.
(footsteps approaching)
JOJO:
Hey, Marcus.
Look who's here.
It's your brother.
What?
Karim?
Oh, Karim!
What's up now,
baby boy?
Hey. I've been looking for you.
Hey, man.
MARCUS:
When'd you get out?
Today.
(laughing)
Right. Today.
Good to see you, man.
KARIM:
Let's go.
Oh, hey, see you
later, Sister.
Hey!
Can I hold you guys
to that?
What you mean?
Back off, Sister.
This here
don't concern you.
What you lookin' at?
MARCUS:
Hey, Karim,
he's cool, man;
he's cool.
Come on, let's go.
Marcus, you guys are going home?
Come on, Sister,
I haven't seen my brother
in a while, all right?
I just want to spend a
little time with him.
You know,
we're just gonna hang.
Right, Karim?
Maybe.
Okay, you guys are gonna hang,
so why don't you just hang here?
That ain't gonna
happen.
All right, look,
you're going out.
It's late.
Just don't do
anything stupid, okay?
You callin' me stupid?!
I don't think anyone's calling
anyone stupid.
Hey, hey, Karim,
it's cool, man.
It's-it's cool.
All right, come
on, let's go.
Yeah.
Marcus, you take care.
Great.
Looks like
it's gonna be
four-on-four tomorrow night.
Don't worry, Sister.
You just gotta have
a little faith.
You got time for coffee?
Uh... well, I'd love to,
but I've got something
I gotta do, actually.
Uh...
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you soon.
What's up, Karim?
Where we going?
It's time for us to go
make a little money.
(car engine starts)
MANAGER:
Close down early?
You got to be kidding me.
Do you know how much business
I do at night?
Yeah, but not tonight. I heard
something about a robbery.
Yeah, like last week
and the week before that?
Uh... listen, you don't
have much time.
Yeah, tell me about it.
I'm a smoker.
Huh?
All right, now y'all are
up for this, right?
Don't worry,
we're cool.
That's right.
Hey, man, what if he gets
a customer, or something?
So what? We're ready for that.
Ain't that right, JoJo?
(laughs)
Man, I don't know.
What you worried about?
That's just insurance.
Yeah, but...
Marcus,
listen, man.
I'm your brother.
I ain't gonna let nothing
happen to you.
Okay?
Okay?!
Okay.
KARIM: Okay.
(tires squealing)
(brakes squeaking)
Please, you gotta shut down
right now.
Come on, man, you're
being a nuisance.
Don't make me
call the cops.
You want to go ahead and call
the cops? You call the cops.
I'm shutting you down right now.
You! Put everything
on the counter now!
And you, face down!
Do it!
Easy, man.
(gunshot)
(groans)
I've never had to do that
before.
Hey, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
(whimpers)
JoJo.
MARCUS: Go, go, go, go!
Come on, man!
Go, go, go,
go, go!
(engine sputtering)
(tires squealing)
JoJo,
you all right?
Easy.
(gasping for air)
(siren wailing)
DOCTOR: Take him to Trauma Four!
EMT:
16-year-old male,
gunshot wound in
the abdomen.
BP 90/60, pulse 55
and erratic.
NURSE: What's his name?
DOCTOR: Let's go!
Joseph Perez. Everybody calls him JoJo.
Let's move him on three.
Go ahead and page
Dr. Rosenberg
to the ER, stat.
DOCTOR: Let's go!
NURSE: BP 80/40. Starting IV...
DOCTOR:
One, two,
three... go.
Okay, let's go.
Let's get that oxygen hooked up,
please.
Get me a stethoscope.
Hey, JoJo?
JoJo, how you doin' there?
Take some deep breaths
for me.
Keep bagging him.
Joe, come on.
Okay, get a
second IV,
large bore wide open.
Give him a bolus.
NURSE:
Starting second IV.
Bolus start. Okay, we're
gonna need to intubate him.
Set me up with a
seven-and-a-half, McGill.
DOCTOR:
McIntosh blade.
Okay, blood type
cross and match.
Hey, Marissa.
Marissa...
Where you been?
Oh, I was just visiting
Gary at the hospital.
I brought him
breakfast, but, uh,
he's talking
to the doctor.
Things don't
look too good.
Oh, poor kid. Yeah.
I wish there was
something more
I could do.
Where is Julio?
Uh, he quit.
He quit?
What do you mean, he quit?
Oh, he quit.
Oh, that ungrateful bum.
After all I did for him.
I taught him
everything he knows.
Well, it's a mystery,
Chuck.
Did he leave his hat?
What?
Yeah.
Maybe it'll fit.
Fit you?
Yeah. Yeah.
We gotta streamline
anyway.
Hey, I know my way
around the kitchen.
Where are the pots? No,
Chuck, you're the manager.
Yes, I am the manager slash
co-owner, and now slash chef.
I mean, it's dessert.
How hard could it be?
A little flour, a little
sugar, baboom...
you got yourself an éclair.
Give me a break.
(laughing)
What's so funny?
Well,
I already called
the Culinary Institute.
They're gonna send over
a few of their students
this afternoon for interviews.
Um, excuse me, Marissa.
We're trying to establish
a hierarchical structure
at this establishment, okay?
That is my
jurisdiction,
and you've overstepped
your bounds.
However, I would have definitely
delegated that responsibility
to you.
So, good job.
WOMAN (over P.A. system): Dr. McAllister,
please call the G pharmacist...
Man, how's JoJo?
Well, he's
in a coma.
Where you been, Marcus?
Oh, man, we just
heard the news.
Hmm.
Can I see him?
No.
Sister Mary Alice is in
with the doctor right now.
(distant sirens wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
Is he gonna die?
I don't know.
It doesn't look good.
(phone ringing)
Oh, man.
(remote buzzer sounding)
WOMAN (over P.A. system):
Dr. London to Admitting.
Dr. London to Admitting, stat.
Come on, man.
We'll check him out later on.
What are you
doing here?
I came to see JoJo.
You're responsible for this.
You satisfied now?
Well, see, Sister,
you don't know what
you're talking about.
I know enough.
I think you should leave.
No problem.
Let's go.
The doctors don't know
everything, right?
I mean... JoJo's strong.
You know, Marcus,
no one is as strong
as they think they are.
KARIM:
Marcus?!
Let's go!
I'm sorry, Sister.
(sighs)
(huffing)
(distant siren blaring)
Are you all right?
(sniffles)
I've been here too many times.
This hallway, in this hospital.
You've got a difficult parish.
(sighs)
They're all tough.
They take everything you got.
When everything
you got isn't enough,
you can't blame the parish.
(buzzer sounds)
Well, don't sell yourself short.
You've done a lot of good.
You got the
community center.
You got the, uh...
the basketball program.
Oh, the basketball program.
That's a great thing, right?
Keeps the kids
off the street,
gives them something
to work toward.
(sniffles)
Last year,
we were Cook County finalists.
Three months later,
two of the players were in jail,
and one of them was dead.
And now...
JoJo.
You know, a little
while back...
I looked into
getting a transfer.
Mother Superior told me
I should wait six months
to think about
it, you know?
Maybe I just
needed a breather.
Gary, it's been six
months, and I don't know
if a transfer's
gonna be enough.
Listen, Sister, I...
You're doing your best.
No one works harder than you do.
And I got to tell you something.
Those kids... they need you.
Maybe they just need
somebody better.
Maybe she'll
change her mind.
Chuck, she's giving up her vows.
It's not like she's quitting
her job at the bank.
What difference does it make?
She's a nun, she's not a nun.
The point is, JoJo is still
in the hospital, right?
Maybe...
Maybe what?
Well, I mean,
I hate to say this,
but maybe it's not just JoJo.
What the heck
are you talking about?
I have no idea
what's going on here.
(distant church bells tolling)
Scare you?
This is the last place I
expected you to be, Karim.
I'm here to see you.
We've got nothing
to talk about.
You had plenty
to talk about at the hospital.
Talking about,
I got JoJo shot.
I know what I know.
Like I told you,
you don't know
what you're talking about.
And it would be best for you
to keep what you don't know
to yourself.
Are you threatening
me, Karim?
I'm just talking, Sister.
See you around.
(sighs)
What did Smiley want?
You know Karim.
Just being neighborly.
Yeah, well,
you've got some neighborhood.
That's what
it'll do...
wear you down and make you mean.
I remember when Karim
was just a good kid
with a few rough edges.
Oh, you mean like Marcus?
Yeah.
Only now it seems like
Marcus is about ready
to head down
the same path.
Oh, but he hasn't
yet, Sister.
What are you doing
here, anyway?
Well, I'm going to visit JoJo
at the hospital,
and I wonder if maybe
you might want to come along.
Yeah. Just give
me a minute.
You never know.
They might have some good news
for a change.
(sighing):
I could use some good news.
Good.
(heart monitor beeping
rhythmically)
I can't... I can't
believe it.
He just woke up,
just like that?
I couldn't, either,
but it happens.
Should happen
more often.
(whispering): I'd like
to speak to Sister Mary.
He asked for
you, Sister.
Welcome back, JoJo.
(distant phone ringing,
rhythmic beeping continues)
(distant siren blaring)
(quiet laugh)
(whispering)
Marcus...
What?
(whispering inaudibly)
Tell Marcus...
to stay in the light.
Okay.
Okay.
GARY:
Tell me something, Sister.
What is it exactly
JoJo said to you up there?
Well, I think he...
(car engine starting)
You know, I
really don't know.
Well, I hope you'll be
hitting us up for more money.
Could be.
See you at basketball.
Thanks, Gary.
Take care, Sister.
Okay.
(engine starting)
Nurse, look,
I need your help.
The kid in ICU... he's
not gonna make it.
What?
The kid in ICU... you need
to send someone in there right now.
Are you a doctor?
No, I'm not,
but listen, trust me,
you need
to send someone in there.
I can see that you're very
concerned about this.
Yes, I'm very upset! Listen,
he just came out of a coma
this morning,
but he's not gonna make it.
You send someone
in there right now,
or you're gonna
lose the kid.
All right, look, I am a doctor,
but I'm not affiliated
with this hospital.
Now, send someone in there
right now.
Okay, Doctor.
(buzzer sounds)
Thank you.
Just take him
downstairs, please.
Listen, I'm telling you, send someone in
there right now. Take him downstairs now,
or you're gonna
lose that kid!
He'll be fine.
Well, he'll be fine.
(heart monitor beeping steadily)
Oh, God.
NURSE:
Code nine nine, ICU.
Code nine nine, ICU, stat.
NURSE: Got the paddles
charged, ready to go.
DOCTOR:
Come on, let's go, people.
NURSE: Got the gel?
DOCTOR:
Okay, get the oxygen hooked up
so we can start bagging him.
We need some lidocaine,
get the epi set.
NURSE:
Lidocaine and epi
coming through.
DOCTOR:
Charge to 200, please.
Can I have the paddles?
I have that
on board.
Start to bag him.
200 joules.
Everybody clear.
Clear.
(paddles thump)
(droning beep)
Nothing, Doctor.
DOCTOR: He's still in V-fib.
Come on, kid.
Charge to 300.
Charging 300 joules.
Everybody clear.
Clear.
(thumping)
I got backup.
Still nothing.
Still V-fib.
NURSE:
Come on, kid.
DOCTOR:
Okay, one more time. 360.
Clear.
360.
(paddles thump)
(droning beep)
DOCTOR: Still V-fib.
Let's get ready to intubate him.
Give him
a little lidocaine.
NURSE:
Here we go.
DOCTOR:
75 milligrams.
NURSE:: 75 milligrams
of lidocaine.
We're loaded.
DOCTOR: Any response?
NURSE::
No response.
Flat line.
DOCTOR:
He's gone.
(loud, droning beep)
CHUCK:
Mm-hmm.
Sweet, but not gaudy.
A bit boozy.
I like your style.
Chuck, you have to try
the strawberry shortcake.
It's delicious.
So?
Not bad.
Not bad?
Mm. It's a bit obvious.
Unbelievable.
What is it?
An apple.
An apple?
You said
make our favorite dessert.
Yes, I know,
but an apple?
Don't listen to her.
I think it's brilliant.
Perfection
in simplicity.
Simple is good.
Simple is McGinty's.
Simple is Chuck.
They just told me
that you were waiting.
(bells tolling)
I've got something
to tell you, Sister.
I know about JoJo.
The hospital called and
told me that he died.
McGinty's, uh...
M-McGinty's will
pick up the, uh,
cost of the funeral.
And what about
the next one?
And the one
after that?
You gonna pay
for those, too?
Look, Sister, you
can't think like that.
That's the way it is.
I can't change it.
Sister, those boys that are
gonna be at that gym tonight...
they count on you.
Those kids... they need you.
(sighs)
You're making a difference.
It's not enough.
Looks like somebody got lost.
(sirens wailing)
Marcus, I need to talk to you.
We ain't got time, man.
Yeah, I think
he'll make time.
JoJo's dead.
Oh, no, man, I thought
he came out of it.
He did for about 15 minutes.
He came out of it long enough
to look around the room.
He saw Sister Mary.
Where were you?
Sister Mary. Look, Marcus,
I know you're hurt.
Sister Mary's hurt, too.
KARIM:
So is Sister Mary.
Talk to her.
That's enough.
You ain't got nothing else
to say to my brother.
Are we clear?
Are we clear?!
Marcus,
talk to her.
Marcus.
(distant siren wailing)
(dialing)
OPERATOR:
911, emergency.
Yeah, I want to report
a robbery in progress.
It's still there.
Karim.
Marcus, what the hell
are you doing here?
I told you to stay at home.
Look, man, I know what you're gonna do.
You don't know nothing.
Now, this here is between me
and the man who shot JoJo.
Yeah, man, but
it's wrong.
It's wrong? Look, we
never should have went
in there in the
first place.
Marcus, you're just a kid.
Go on back to the house.
Marcus.
Hey, wait, listen.
You go in there, you're
going to get hurt.
Man, you're really starting
to tick me off.
I already called the police.
Oh, well, good for you.
Cops in this part of town...
they'll get here
about three hours from now.
Look, don't do it,
Karim, all right?
I don't want
you going back to jail.
Well, I don't care
what you want.
The hell with you.
(siren wailing)
Marcus, wait!
Marcus!
(tires screeching)
GARY:
I don't get it.
Marcus is a smart kid;
he should know better.
Every time his brother's around,
he shuts down.
Yeah, well, that's families,
Gare, that's how it works.
Yeah, and Sister Mary,
she's offering him something...
something good.
He should know
that; it's obvious.
No, it's obvious,
Gare,
that you never had
an older brother.
MARISSA:
Chuck's right, you know.
The kid can't just turn his back
on his family like that.
That's something he's going
to have to choose for himself.
Yeah, well, sooner or later,
he's going to lose that chance
to make that choice.
Well, do the best you can, Gary.
It's frustrating.
Gare, may I make a
little suggestion?
You've been looking a little
tense, a little tight lately.
World on your
shoulders.
I got one word
for you... cannoli.
Our first batch, made by
our new pastry chef Cindy.
Say hello
to Cindy.
Hello.
Hello, Cindy.
Come on, now,
tell her
what you think.
She can take it.
She's a
professional.
MARISSA:
Mmm.
ALL THREE:
Mmm...
I agree with Marissa.
Mmm... (muffled): They're...
a little chewy for a cannoli,
hmm?
Where you going?
The, um, hierarchical structure,
remember?
That's, uh, your jurisdiction.
Cindy, can I have a
word with you, please?
Is there a problem, Mr. Fishman?
These cannolis... there's,
um, there's not enough
of something and there's
too much of something.
Could you please, um,
fill me in on your process?
Well, I start
with a pastry crust...
okay, well, it's not
exactly a pastry crust.
It's soy-based
instead of butter and...
see, I'm macrobiotic.
Did I tell you that?
No, no, you failed to mention
that you were macrobiotic.
Oh, yeah.
Mm.
So, um, does that mean
you don't use sugar?
Crystallized date extract.
Mm-hmm.
And, um, instead of
cheese, it's, um...?
Goat curd.
Ah.
(chuckles)
Here, well, you...
keep up the good work.
Thank you.
(gulps)
Karim.
Where's Marcus?
I don't know.
I was hoping he'd
show up here.
Basketball.
It's a waste of time.
Well, I don't know.
At least Marcus won't get shot
playing basketball.
Well, he sure as hell
ain't gonna get rich either.
In case you hadn't noticed,
he's no Michael Jordan.
Hmm.
Is that what you're into?
Getting rich, Karim?
I'm into getting by.
Ah, getting by.
(indistinct
chatter)
You wouldn't know nothing
about that, though, would you?
(door closing)
Marcus!
What are you doing
with her?
Just talking to her.
Talking about what?!
Nothing, man.
We were talking
about JoJo.
Your brother
needed to talk.
He just lost
his best friend.
JoJo was my friend, too.
So let's talk.
I don't think so.
Let's go, man.
Marcus, I thought we were gonna
play a little three-on-three.
Didn't you just hear me tell him
it's time to go?
Marcus, what happened the
last time you left here
with your brother? What you
trying to do here, Sister?
Trying to make him choose?
I'm not trying to
make him do anything.
You're making him
leave his family.
Hey, listen, Karim...
No, it's okay.
You angry?
You want to
hurt me, Karim?
Don't tempt me,
Sister.
I'm leaving.
I'll, I'll be back.
(sighs)
That's it.
No practice tonight.
(players groaning)
Let's just go kick it
at the crib, y'all.
(ball bouncing)
Psst, psst, hey.
Come here, come
here, come here.
What's the crisis?
What do I
say to her?
What do you mean
what do you say to her?
You know, I never had to
fire anyone like her before.
What about Joey,
Leftie, Irv?
That was different.
They weren't,
you know...
What if I leave her a message
on the answering machine?
Chuck, stop.
All right, you're right,
you're right, in person.
Be a man.
Right.
CHUCK:
Uh, Cindy?
Can I have a word
with you, please?
Yes, Mr. Fishman?
Uh, in the office, please.
Cindy...
Marissa has something
she'd like to tell you.
Cindy...
(chuckles nervously)
Some say you should remember
how a man lived...
not how he died.
Not me.
Today I say remember
how this man,
this boy died.
The word of God says
judge not,
that you not be judged,
but I say to you,
I challenge you
to judge your own hearts.
JoJo made the wrong choices.
Did we?
For we all shared with JoJo
responsibility for his life...
those of us who led him
down the wrong path
and those of us who failed
to lead him down the right,
and perhaps, worst of all,
those of us who promised
to illuminate his path
and then failed
to provide enough light.
JoJo was my friend,
and I let him down.
I don't ever want
to do that again.
So I say,
remember how JoJo died...
...and judge your own hearts.
I know I have.
PRIEST:
Eternal rest grant unto him...
I'm quitting
the order.
...and let perpetual light shine
upon him.
May he rest in peace.
May his soul and all the souls
of the faithful departed
rest in peace.
ALL:
Amen.
(door creaking)
Sister?
Oh, hi.
I was afraid I was
going to miss you.
Oh, I'm not leaving
till tomorrow morning.
You... you'll be
back, though?
Yeah, in a week
or two.
Well, what are
you going to do?
(sighs) You know, I don't know.
I've never looked
for a job before.
Well, the Bulls... they're
looking for a new head coach.
I was thinking more
along the lines of teaching.
You'd be a good
teacher, Sister.
I-I-I wanted to talk
to you about Marcus.
What happened?
No, nothing, nothing like that.
It's just that, uh...
well, we've got an opening
at McGinty's,
and I was thinking
about bringing him in.
And... you want my blessing?
Oh, no, no.
No, I... it's just that...
well, he's going to be
in a new environment,
and it might be
a little hard on him,
and I thought that maybe...
I can't help you.
Gary, I've already
made my decision.
Nice try, though.
(engine starting)
GARY:
Marissa, I don't understand.
There's got to be
a connection.
Why, because of what
the article said
about Marcus's death?
No, because of what
the other article says.
It... look, it didn't
even appear
until after Sister Mary Alice
was driving away.
So, you're saying that
Sister Mary Alice
will be responsible
for Marcus's death?
You can't believe that, Gary.
No, I'm not saying that.
What I'm saying...
I... what I'm
saying is,
maybe I'm just postponing
the inevitable.
Or it's the paper telling me
that it's up to me
to save Marcus.
Well, will he
listen to you?
I don't know.
All right, so lunch
is Tuesday through Sunday.
It's 10:30 to 3:00.
Dinner is 5:30 to 10:00.
Well, it sounds like a busboy job.
Well, it is a busboy job.
And if you want it, it's yours.
Well, I don't know.
I've never done nothing
like that before.
Well, it's not
that difficult.
It's an entry-level job...
I understand that...
but everyone's got to
start somewhere, you know.
Oh, yeah?
Where did you start?
Where did I start?
I started in a 24-hour diner
washing dishes,
and believe me,
busboy is a promotion.
Come on.
(sighs)
How much does
this pay?
Well, minimum wage to start.
What's that?
Five, six bucks
an hour, man?
That's nothing.
Well, yeah,
but you got
to start somewhere.
Man, I know guys making
ten times that amount
in ten minutes.
Yeah, well, where are they
ten years from now, huh?
I hear you, man.
Come on, this is a good deal.
(pager beeping)
Hey, that's my brother, man...
I got to go.
Look, you want the job,
you can start right now.
What, tonight?
What about my brother, man?
You can call your brother up
to tell him you're working.
MARCUS:
No, man.
I'm busy.
Doing stuff.
All right.
Look, uh... just pick
me up later, okay?
Yeah... peace.
Everything all right?
Yeah, man.
Yeah, no problems, no problems.
You ready to start?
Yeah.
Excellent.
All right, here's
what I need you to do.
Need you to
deposit this
over at the Lakeshore
Federal Bank.
You know where
that is?
Yeah.
All right.
Just drop this in the
night deposit slot.
It's out front.
Gare, can I, uh, talk to
you for a second? Not now.
No, Gare, I need to...
Not now.
This all money?
Yeah, it's what
we took in today.
And then, when you come back,
I'll get you your uniform.
Okay.
All right?
All right.
Mm.
Tell me that isn't
what I think it is.
That's not what you
think it is.
Do you have any idea
what you're doing?
I think I know exactly
what I'm doing.
Uh, Sister Mary?
Hello... yeah,
this is Gary Hobson.
Sister Mary, there's something
I'd like to show you.
Marcus.
What's up, man?
What you doing here?
I told you I'll call
you when I'm done.
Done with what?
I'm working.
Working?
You're walking
down the street.
Yeah, well, I'm
running some errands.
Well, anyway,
uh, what time
you think you'll
be done with that?
'Cause, uh, I got
some things I need to do,
and I'm going
to need your help.
What, tonight?
Yeah, tonight.
No, no, I can't
do it tonight.
I got to do this.
So, how much did
you trust him with?
A lot.
Well, how much
is a lot?
Well, enough
to buy a car, a lot.
Well, what kind of car?
I mean, nicer than this one?
Well...
you don't think I made
a mistake, do you, Sister?
Well, let's just say right now,
I think you have
a little more faith than I do.
Well, uh...
well, it looks
like we're about to find out.
KARIM:
Hey!
Here's what I'm thinking.
What kind of errand
is so important
you got to be running it
in the middle of the night?
Look, I told you,
so just leave it alone.
You told me?
When did you start telling me?
I'm your brother.
You forgetting who I am?
Look, I know who you are.
I'm the one that's looking out
for you, boy.
Oh, yeah?
When you're not in jail
or you're getting me shot at?
What'd you say?
Nothing.
Don't turn away
from me, Marcus.
Come on, Marcus.
So, that's your
little errand, huh?
How much is
in the bag?
It doesn't matter,
'cause I'm putting it
in the bank.
You don't want to do that.
This is not our money, man.
All right, this guy is trusting me with it.
Marcus, listen.
Do you understand
what that money can do for us?
If we take it...
ain't going to change anything.
Marcus.
(grumbling)
Wait, Sister.
I guess I'll just have
to take it myself.
No.
(gun clicks)
Give me the money, Marcus.
Do what you got to do, brother.
So, that's your choice?
You're choosing them over me?
No.
I'm choosing myself.
(gun clicks)
"Tell Marcus to stay
in the light."
What's that, Sister?
That's what JoJo said
in the hospital.
"Tell Marcus to stay
in the light."
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Good morning, Chicago.
It's 6:30 a.m., (cat meows,
paper thuds against door)
and in the next 15 minutes,
we'll have Chuck with traffic
I'm coming.
and Lisa with the latest...
(meowing)
(growls)
(cat meows)
(cat meows)
RADIO DISPATCH: Unit 15 in
pursuit of 211 suspect.
Be advised, suspect is armed and dangerous.
(police siren wailing)
(siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
(siren blaring)
(tires screeching)
Hands on your head!
Don't move!
Get on the hood.
Come on.
Let's go.
CHUCK: Sometimes, no matter
how much faith we have,
we lose people.
But you never forget them.
And sometimes,
it's those memories
that give us the faith
to go on.
Here's your salmon.
All right, cool. Thanks. Yeah.
Afraid that's all I got for today.
Oh, no, that's all right; we'll feed
a mess of homeless with all this.
All right.
You take care.
Thanks.
Yep.
Oh, hey, fellas. How you doin'?
Fine.
Whoa, whoa,
wait just a second.
Oh, it's cool, Mr. Fishman;
we got it covered.
No, no.
Where'd you get this, huh?
Salmon?
Did he give you salmon?
It's a soup kitchen,
and you're giving 'em
very expensive salmon.
Fellas,
put that stuff right here.
I got something very special
for you.
What are you doing?
CHUCK: Oh, no.
You're gonna love this.
(grunts)
All right.
Right here.
What is it?
Chicken noodle soup.
Two and a half gallons.
I'm sorry, bro.
Sister Mary said
no more soup.
Uh, and, uh, fellas,
what am I supposed to do
with this stuff, huh?
I slaved over a hot stove
all day.
Put a couple of fish in it,
and call it an aquarium.
(both laugh)
Is that what they're teaching
you in school today?
Huh?
Exactly.
GARY:
Hey, tell Sister Mary
I hadn't forgotten
about tonight, huh?
Oh, you're coming
to watch us play?
Coming to watch you play?
I'm gonna ref. Yeah.
And I'm coaching,
so, uh, guess what?
You don't have to worry
about the refreshments,
'cause I got it covered.
Yeah. All right, later.
All right.
Yeah, and work on
that jump shot.
You're looking a little
sloppy to the right.
OFFICER:
All right, Jack,
he's coming through.
(lock buzzes)
You a betting man,
Karim?
'Cause we got two-to-one
odds running
that you'll be back
in a month.
You better hope that I'm not.
(wry laughter)
(dogs barking
ferociously in distance)
(siren wails in distance)
♪
♪
My man.
(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: When they get the ball...
All right, great job, guys.
Just a few things.
Now, Marcus, I know JoJo's
your best friend,
but Thomas has been open
for the last half hour.
You own the court.
Don't let anybody get
between you and the basket!
How many I's in the word team?
ALL:
None!
Thank you very much! Let's go!
All right, y'all,
let's go!
ALL:
One, two, three... play!
ALL:
Game time!
SISTER: Keep your hands up.
Got it?
Okay. All right, take the team.
(shouting)
Dead air!
CHUCK: Three seconds!
Open your eyes, Gare!
SISTER:
Let's go, Leroy!
He's grabbing his ankle.
He's grabbing...
He not grabbing his...
Come on, Marcus!
Drive it in!
He's wide open!
(whistle blows)
GARY:
Reaching! White's ball.
Good call, ref.
Don't start with me.
What do you mean, reach in?
That wasn't a reach in.
You're favoring the nun!
Again, you're favoring the nun!
GARY: White's ball. Let's go.
(siren wailing in distance)
(whistling, cheering
and applause)
CHUCK:
All right, fellas,
good game.
Hit those showers now.
Use soap!
All right, Sister.
Congratulations.
Good game. Thank you very much.
Of course, it doesn't hurt to
have the Big Guy on your side.
Not to mention
the ref!
Always a pleasure,
Chuck.
Take care, Sister.
Get you next time.
Bye, Gare.
(laughing)
See you later, buddy.
(footsteps approaching)
JOJO:
Hey, Marcus.
Look who's here.
It's your brother.
What?
Karim?
Oh, Karim!
What's up now,
baby boy?
Hey. I've been looking for you.
Hey, man.
MARCUS:
When'd you get out?
Today.
(laughing)
Right. Today.
Good to see you, man.
KARIM:
Let's go.
Oh, hey, see you
later, Sister.
Hey!
Can I hold you guys
to that?
What you mean?
Back off, Sister.
This here
don't concern you.
What you lookin' at?
MARCUS:
Hey, Karim,
he's cool, man;
he's cool.
Come on, let's go.
Marcus, you guys are going home?
Come on, Sister,
I haven't seen my brother
in a while, all right?
I just want to spend a
little time with him.
You know,
we're just gonna hang.
Right, Karim?
Maybe.
Okay, you guys are gonna hang,
so why don't you just hang here?
That ain't gonna
happen.
All right, look,
you're going out.
It's late.
Just don't do
anything stupid, okay?
You callin' me stupid?!
I don't think anyone's calling
anyone stupid.
Hey, hey, Karim,
it's cool, man.
It's-it's cool.
All right, come
on, let's go.
Yeah.
Marcus, you take care.
Great.
Looks like
it's gonna be
four-on-four tomorrow night.
Don't worry, Sister.
You just gotta have
a little faith.
You got time for coffee?
Uh... well, I'd love to,
but I've got something
I gotta do, actually.
Uh...
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you soon.
What's up, Karim?
Where we going?
It's time for us to go
make a little money.
(car engine starts)
MANAGER:
Close down early?
You got to be kidding me.
Do you know how much business
I do at night?
Yeah, but not tonight. I heard
something about a robbery.
Yeah, like last week
and the week before that?
Uh... listen, you don't
have much time.
Yeah, tell me about it.
I'm a smoker.
Huh?
All right, now y'all are
up for this, right?
Don't worry,
we're cool.
That's right.
Hey, man, what if he gets
a customer, or something?
So what? We're ready for that.
Ain't that right, JoJo?
(laughs)
Man, I don't know.
What you worried about?
That's just insurance.
Yeah, but...
Marcus,
listen, man.
I'm your brother.
I ain't gonna let nothing
happen to you.
Okay?
Okay?!
Okay.
KARIM: Okay.
(tires squealing)
(brakes squeaking)
Please, you gotta shut down
right now.
Come on, man, you're
being a nuisance.
Don't make me
call the cops.
You want to go ahead and call
the cops? You call the cops.
I'm shutting you down right now.
You! Put everything
on the counter now!
And you, face down!
Do it!
Easy, man.
(gunshot)
(groans)
I've never had to do that
before.
Hey, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
(whimpers)
JoJo.
MARCUS: Go, go, go, go!
Come on, man!
Go, go, go,
go, go!
(engine sputtering)
(tires squealing)
JoJo,
you all right?
Easy.
(gasping for air)
(siren wailing)
DOCTOR: Take him to Trauma Four!
EMT:
16-year-old male,
gunshot wound in
the abdomen.
BP 90/60, pulse 55
and erratic.
NURSE: What's his name?
DOCTOR: Let's go!
Joseph Perez. Everybody calls him JoJo.
Let's move him on three.
Go ahead and page
Dr. Rosenberg
to the ER, stat.
DOCTOR: Let's go!
NURSE: BP 80/40. Starting IV...
DOCTOR:
One, two,
three... go.
Okay, let's go.
Let's get that oxygen hooked up,
please.
Get me a stethoscope.
Hey, JoJo?
JoJo, how you doin' there?
Take some deep breaths
for me.
Keep bagging him.
Joe, come on.
Okay, get a
second IV,
large bore wide open.
Give him a bolus.
NURSE:
Starting second IV.
Bolus start. Okay, we're
gonna need to intubate him.
Set me up with a
seven-and-a-half, McGill.
DOCTOR:
McIntosh blade.
Okay, blood type
cross and match.
Hey, Marissa.
Marissa...
Where you been?
Oh, I was just visiting
Gary at the hospital.
I brought him
breakfast, but, uh,
he's talking
to the doctor.
Things don't
look too good.
Oh, poor kid. Yeah.
I wish there was
something more
I could do.
Where is Julio?
Uh, he quit.
He quit?
What do you mean, he quit?
Oh, he quit.
Oh, that ungrateful bum.
After all I did for him.
I taught him
everything he knows.
Well, it's a mystery,
Chuck.
Did he leave his hat?
What?
Yeah.
Maybe it'll fit.
Fit you?
Yeah. Yeah.
We gotta streamline
anyway.
Hey, I know my way
around the kitchen.
Where are the pots? No,
Chuck, you're the manager.
Yes, I am the manager slash
co-owner, and now slash chef.
I mean, it's dessert.
How hard could it be?
A little flour, a little
sugar, baboom...
you got yourself an éclair.
Give me a break.
(laughing)
What's so funny?
Well,
I already called
the Culinary Institute.
They're gonna send over
a few of their students
this afternoon for interviews.
Um, excuse me, Marissa.
We're trying to establish
a hierarchical structure
at this establishment, okay?
That is my
jurisdiction,
and you've overstepped
your bounds.
However, I would have definitely
delegated that responsibility
to you.
So, good job.
WOMAN (over P.A. system): Dr. McAllister,
please call the G pharmacist...
Man, how's JoJo?
Well, he's
in a coma.
Where you been, Marcus?
Oh, man, we just
heard the news.
Hmm.
Can I see him?
No.
Sister Mary Alice is in
with the doctor right now.
(distant sirens wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
Is he gonna die?
I don't know.
It doesn't look good.
(phone ringing)
Oh, man.
(remote buzzer sounding)
WOMAN (over P.A. system):
Dr. London to Admitting.
Dr. London to Admitting, stat.
Come on, man.
We'll check him out later on.
What are you
doing here?
I came to see JoJo.
You're responsible for this.
You satisfied now?
Well, see, Sister,
you don't know what
you're talking about.
I know enough.
I think you should leave.
No problem.
Let's go.
The doctors don't know
everything, right?
I mean... JoJo's strong.
You know, Marcus,
no one is as strong
as they think they are.
KARIM:
Marcus?!
Let's go!
I'm sorry, Sister.
(sighs)
(huffing)
(distant siren blaring)
Are you all right?
(sniffles)
I've been here too many times.
This hallway, in this hospital.
You've got a difficult parish.
(sighs)
They're all tough.
They take everything you got.
When everything
you got isn't enough,
you can't blame the parish.
(buzzer sounds)
Well, don't sell yourself short.
You've done a lot of good.
You got the
community center.
You got the, uh...
the basketball program.
Oh, the basketball program.
That's a great thing, right?
Keeps the kids
off the street,
gives them something
to work toward.
(sniffles)
Last year,
we were Cook County finalists.
Three months later,
two of the players were in jail,
and one of them was dead.
And now...
JoJo.
You know, a little
while back...
I looked into
getting a transfer.
Mother Superior told me
I should wait six months
to think about
it, you know?
Maybe I just
needed a breather.
Gary, it's been six
months, and I don't know
if a transfer's
gonna be enough.
Listen, Sister, I...
You're doing your best.
No one works harder than you do.
And I got to tell you something.
Those kids... they need you.
Maybe they just need
somebody better.
Maybe she'll
change her mind.
Chuck, she's giving up her vows.
It's not like she's quitting
her job at the bank.
What difference does it make?
She's a nun, she's not a nun.
The point is, JoJo is still
in the hospital, right?
Maybe...
Maybe what?
Well, I mean,
I hate to say this,
but maybe it's not just JoJo.
What the heck
are you talking about?
I have no idea
what's going on here.
(distant church bells tolling)
Scare you?
This is the last place I
expected you to be, Karim.
I'm here to see you.
We've got nothing
to talk about.
You had plenty
to talk about at the hospital.
Talking about,
I got JoJo shot.
I know what I know.
Like I told you,
you don't know
what you're talking about.
And it would be best for you
to keep what you don't know
to yourself.
Are you threatening
me, Karim?
I'm just talking, Sister.
See you around.
(sighs)
What did Smiley want?
You know Karim.
Just being neighborly.
Yeah, well,
you've got some neighborhood.
That's what
it'll do...
wear you down and make you mean.
I remember when Karim
was just a good kid
with a few rough edges.
Oh, you mean like Marcus?
Yeah.
Only now it seems like
Marcus is about ready
to head down
the same path.
Oh, but he hasn't
yet, Sister.
What are you doing
here, anyway?
Well, I'm going to visit JoJo
at the hospital,
and I wonder if maybe
you might want to come along.
Yeah. Just give
me a minute.
You never know.
They might have some good news
for a change.
(sighing):
I could use some good news.
Good.
(heart monitor beeping
rhythmically)
I can't... I can't
believe it.
He just woke up,
just like that?
I couldn't, either,
but it happens.
Should happen
more often.
(whispering): I'd like
to speak to Sister Mary.
He asked for
you, Sister.
Welcome back, JoJo.
(distant phone ringing,
rhythmic beeping continues)
(distant siren blaring)
(quiet laugh)
(whispering)
Marcus...
What?
(whispering inaudibly)
Tell Marcus...
to stay in the light.
Okay.
Okay.
GARY:
Tell me something, Sister.
What is it exactly
JoJo said to you up there?
Well, I think he...
(car engine starting)
You know, I
really don't know.
Well, I hope you'll be
hitting us up for more money.
Could be.
See you at basketball.
Thanks, Gary.
Take care, Sister.
Okay.
(engine starting)
Nurse, look,
I need your help.
The kid in ICU... he's
not gonna make it.
What?
The kid in ICU... you need
to send someone in there right now.
Are you a doctor?
No, I'm not,
but listen, trust me,
you need
to send someone in there.
I can see that you're very
concerned about this.
Yes, I'm very upset! Listen,
he just came out of a coma
this morning,
but he's not gonna make it.
You send someone
in there right now,
or you're gonna
lose the kid.
All right, look, I am a doctor,
but I'm not affiliated
with this hospital.
Now, send someone in there
right now.
Okay, Doctor.
(buzzer sounds)
Thank you.
Just take him
downstairs, please.
Listen, I'm telling you, send someone in
there right now. Take him downstairs now,
or you're gonna
lose that kid!
He'll be fine.
Well, he'll be fine.
(heart monitor beeping steadily)
Oh, God.
NURSE:
Code nine nine, ICU.
Code nine nine, ICU, stat.
NURSE: Got the paddles
charged, ready to go.
DOCTOR:
Come on, let's go, people.
NURSE: Got the gel?
DOCTOR:
Okay, get the oxygen hooked up
so we can start bagging him.
We need some lidocaine,
get the epi set.
NURSE:
Lidocaine and epi
coming through.
DOCTOR:
Charge to 200, please.
Can I have the paddles?
I have that
on board.
Start to bag him.
200 joules.
Everybody clear.
Clear.
(paddles thump)
(droning beep)
Nothing, Doctor.
DOCTOR: He's still in V-fib.
Come on, kid.
Charge to 300.
Charging 300 joules.
Everybody clear.
Clear.
(thumping)
I got backup.
Still nothing.
Still V-fib.
NURSE:
Come on, kid.
DOCTOR:
Okay, one more time. 360.
Clear.
360.
(paddles thump)
(droning beep)
DOCTOR: Still V-fib.
Let's get ready to intubate him.
Give him
a little lidocaine.
NURSE:
Here we go.
DOCTOR:
75 milligrams.
NURSE:: 75 milligrams
of lidocaine.
We're loaded.
DOCTOR: Any response?
NURSE::
No response.
Flat line.
DOCTOR:
He's gone.
(loud, droning beep)
CHUCK:
Mm-hmm.
Sweet, but not gaudy.
A bit boozy.
I like your style.
Chuck, you have to try
the strawberry shortcake.
It's delicious.
So?
Not bad.
Not bad?
Mm. It's a bit obvious.
Unbelievable.
What is it?
An apple.
An apple?
You said
make our favorite dessert.
Yes, I know,
but an apple?
Don't listen to her.
I think it's brilliant.
Perfection
in simplicity.
Simple is good.
Simple is McGinty's.
Simple is Chuck.
They just told me
that you were waiting.
(bells tolling)
I've got something
to tell you, Sister.
I know about JoJo.
The hospital called and
told me that he died.
McGinty's, uh...
M-McGinty's will
pick up the, uh,
cost of the funeral.
And what about
the next one?
And the one
after that?
You gonna pay
for those, too?
Look, Sister, you
can't think like that.
That's the way it is.
I can't change it.
Sister, those boys that are
gonna be at that gym tonight...
they count on you.
Those kids... they need you.
(sighs)
You're making a difference.
It's not enough.
Looks like somebody got lost.
(sirens wailing)
Marcus, I need to talk to you.
We ain't got time, man.
Yeah, I think
he'll make time.
JoJo's dead.
Oh, no, man, I thought
he came out of it.
He did for about 15 minutes.
He came out of it long enough
to look around the room.
He saw Sister Mary.
Where were you?
Sister Mary. Look, Marcus,
I know you're hurt.
Sister Mary's hurt, too.
KARIM:
So is Sister Mary.
Talk to her.
That's enough.
You ain't got nothing else
to say to my brother.
Are we clear?
Are we clear?!
Marcus,
talk to her.
Marcus.
(distant siren wailing)
(dialing)
OPERATOR:
911, emergency.
Yeah, I want to report
a robbery in progress.
It's still there.
Karim.
Marcus, what the hell
are you doing here?
I told you to stay at home.
Look, man, I know what you're gonna do.
You don't know nothing.
Now, this here is between me
and the man who shot JoJo.
Yeah, man, but
it's wrong.
It's wrong? Look, we
never should have went
in there in the
first place.
Marcus, you're just a kid.
Go on back to the house.
Marcus.
Hey, wait, listen.
You go in there, you're
going to get hurt.
Man, you're really starting
to tick me off.
I already called the police.
Oh, well, good for you.
Cops in this part of town...
they'll get here
about three hours from now.
Look, don't do it,
Karim, all right?
I don't want
you going back to jail.
Well, I don't care
what you want.
The hell with you.
(siren wailing)
Marcus, wait!
Marcus!
(tires screeching)
GARY:
I don't get it.
Marcus is a smart kid;
he should know better.
Every time his brother's around,
he shuts down.
Yeah, well, that's families,
Gare, that's how it works.
Yeah, and Sister Mary,
she's offering him something...
something good.
He should know
that; it's obvious.
No, it's obvious,
Gare,
that you never had
an older brother.
MARISSA:
Chuck's right, you know.
The kid can't just turn his back
on his family like that.
That's something he's going
to have to choose for himself.
Yeah, well, sooner or later,
he's going to lose that chance
to make that choice.
Well, do the best you can, Gary.
It's frustrating.
Gare, may I make a
little suggestion?
You've been looking a little
tense, a little tight lately.
World on your
shoulders.
I got one word
for you... cannoli.
Our first batch, made by
our new pastry chef Cindy.
Say hello
to Cindy.
Hello.
Hello, Cindy.
Come on, now,
tell her
what you think.
She can take it.
She's a
professional.
MARISSA:
Mmm.
ALL THREE:
Mmm...
I agree with Marissa.
Mmm... (muffled): They're...
a little chewy for a cannoli,
hmm?
Where you going?
The, um, hierarchical structure,
remember?
That's, uh, your jurisdiction.
Cindy, can I have a
word with you, please?
Is there a problem, Mr. Fishman?
These cannolis... there's,
um, there's not enough
of something and there's
too much of something.
Could you please, um,
fill me in on your process?
Well, I start
with a pastry crust...
okay, well, it's not
exactly a pastry crust.
It's soy-based
instead of butter and...
see, I'm macrobiotic.
Did I tell you that?
No, no, you failed to mention
that you were macrobiotic.
Oh, yeah.
Mm.
So, um, does that mean
you don't use sugar?
Crystallized date extract.
Mm-hmm.
And, um, instead of
cheese, it's, um...?
Goat curd.
Ah.
(chuckles)
Here, well, you...
keep up the good work.
Thank you.
(gulps)
Karim.
Where's Marcus?
I don't know.
I was hoping he'd
show up here.
Basketball.
It's a waste of time.
Well, I don't know.
At least Marcus won't get shot
playing basketball.
Well, he sure as hell
ain't gonna get rich either.
In case you hadn't noticed,
he's no Michael Jordan.
Hmm.
Is that what you're into?
Getting rich, Karim?
I'm into getting by.
Ah, getting by.
(indistinct
chatter)
You wouldn't know nothing
about that, though, would you?
(door closing)
Marcus!
What are you doing
with her?
Just talking to her.
Talking about what?!
Nothing, man.
We were talking
about JoJo.
Your brother
needed to talk.
He just lost
his best friend.
JoJo was my friend, too.
So let's talk.
I don't think so.
Let's go, man.
Marcus, I thought we were gonna
play a little three-on-three.
Didn't you just hear me tell him
it's time to go?
Marcus, what happened the
last time you left here
with your brother? What you
trying to do here, Sister?
Trying to make him choose?
I'm not trying to
make him do anything.
You're making him
leave his family.
Hey, listen, Karim...
No, it's okay.
You angry?
You want to
hurt me, Karim?
Don't tempt me,
Sister.
I'm leaving.
I'll, I'll be back.
(sighs)
That's it.
No practice tonight.
(players groaning)
Let's just go kick it
at the crib, y'all.
(ball bouncing)
Psst, psst, hey.
Come here, come
here, come here.
What's the crisis?
What do I
say to her?
What do you mean
what do you say to her?
You know, I never had to
fire anyone like her before.
What about Joey,
Leftie, Irv?
That was different.
They weren't,
you know...
What if I leave her a message
on the answering machine?
Chuck, stop.
All right, you're right,
you're right, in person.
Be a man.
Right.
CHUCK:
Uh, Cindy?
Can I have a word
with you, please?
Yes, Mr. Fishman?
Uh, in the office, please.
Cindy...
Marissa has something
she'd like to tell you.
Cindy...
(chuckles nervously)
Some say you should remember
how a man lived...
not how he died.
Not me.
Today I say remember
how this man,
this boy died.
The word of God says
judge not,
that you not be judged,
but I say to you,
I challenge you
to judge your own hearts.
JoJo made the wrong choices.
Did we?
For we all shared with JoJo
responsibility for his life...
those of us who led him
down the wrong path
and those of us who failed
to lead him down the right,
and perhaps, worst of all,
those of us who promised
to illuminate his path
and then failed
to provide enough light.
JoJo was my friend,
and I let him down.
I don't ever want
to do that again.
So I say,
remember how JoJo died...
...and judge your own hearts.
I know I have.
PRIEST:
Eternal rest grant unto him...
I'm quitting
the order.
...and let perpetual light shine
upon him.
May he rest in peace.
May his soul and all the souls
of the faithful departed
rest in peace.
ALL:
Amen.
(door creaking)
Sister?
Oh, hi.
I was afraid I was
going to miss you.
Oh, I'm not leaving
till tomorrow morning.
You... you'll be
back, though?
Yeah, in a week
or two.
Well, what are
you going to do?
(sighs) You know, I don't know.
I've never looked
for a job before.
Well, the Bulls... they're
looking for a new head coach.
I was thinking more
along the lines of teaching.
You'd be a good
teacher, Sister.
I-I-I wanted to talk
to you about Marcus.
What happened?
No, nothing, nothing like that.
It's just that, uh...
well, we've got an opening
at McGinty's,
and I was thinking
about bringing him in.
And... you want my blessing?
Oh, no, no.
No, I... it's just that...
well, he's going to be
in a new environment,
and it might be
a little hard on him,
and I thought that maybe...
I can't help you.
Gary, I've already
made my decision.
Nice try, though.
(engine starting)
GARY:
Marissa, I don't understand.
There's got to be
a connection.
Why, because of what
the article said
about Marcus's death?
No, because of what
the other article says.
It... look, it didn't
even appear
until after Sister Mary Alice
was driving away.
So, you're saying that
Sister Mary Alice
will be responsible
for Marcus's death?
You can't believe that, Gary.
No, I'm not saying that.
What I'm saying...
I... what I'm
saying is,
maybe I'm just postponing
the inevitable.
Or it's the paper telling me
that it's up to me
to save Marcus.
Well, will he
listen to you?
I don't know.
All right, so lunch
is Tuesday through Sunday.
It's 10:30 to 3:00.
Dinner is 5:30 to 10:00.
Well, it sounds like a busboy job.
Well, it is a busboy job.
And if you want it, it's yours.
Well, I don't know.
I've never done nothing
like that before.
Well, it's not
that difficult.
It's an entry-level job...
I understand that...
but everyone's got to
start somewhere, you know.
Oh, yeah?
Where did you start?
Where did I start?
I started in a 24-hour diner
washing dishes,
and believe me,
busboy is a promotion.
Come on.
(sighs)
How much does
this pay?
Well, minimum wage to start.
What's that?
Five, six bucks
an hour, man?
That's nothing.
Well, yeah,
but you got
to start somewhere.
Man, I know guys making
ten times that amount
in ten minutes.
Yeah, well, where are they
ten years from now, huh?
I hear you, man.
Come on, this is a good deal.
(pager beeping)
Hey, that's my brother, man...
I got to go.
Look, you want the job,
you can start right now.
What, tonight?
What about my brother, man?
You can call your brother up
to tell him you're working.
MARCUS:
No, man.
I'm busy.
Doing stuff.
All right.
Look, uh... just pick
me up later, okay?
Yeah... peace.
Everything all right?
Yeah, man.
Yeah, no problems, no problems.
You ready to start?
Yeah.
Excellent.
All right, here's
what I need you to do.
Need you to
deposit this
over at the Lakeshore
Federal Bank.
You know where
that is?
Yeah.
All right.
Just drop this in the
night deposit slot.
It's out front.
Gare, can I, uh, talk to
you for a second? Not now.
No, Gare, I need to...
Not now.
This all money?
Yeah, it's what
we took in today.
And then, when you come back,
I'll get you your uniform.
Okay.
All right?
All right.
Mm.
Tell me that isn't
what I think it is.
That's not what you
think it is.
Do you have any idea
what you're doing?
I think I know exactly
what I'm doing.
Uh, Sister Mary?
Hello... yeah,
this is Gary Hobson.
Sister Mary, there's something
I'd like to show you.
Marcus.
What's up, man?
What you doing here?
I told you I'll call
you when I'm done.
Done with what?
I'm working.
Working?
You're walking
down the street.
Yeah, well, I'm
running some errands.
Well, anyway,
uh, what time
you think you'll
be done with that?
'Cause, uh, I got
some things I need to do,
and I'm going
to need your help.
What, tonight?
Yeah, tonight.
No, no, I can't
do it tonight.
I got to do this.
So, how much did
you trust him with?
A lot.
Well, how much
is a lot?
Well, enough
to buy a car, a lot.
Well, what kind of car?
I mean, nicer than this one?
Well...
you don't think I made
a mistake, do you, Sister?
Well, let's just say right now,
I think you have
a little more faith than I do.
Well, uh...
well, it looks
like we're about to find out.
KARIM:
Hey!
Here's what I'm thinking.
What kind of errand
is so important
you got to be running it
in the middle of the night?
Look, I told you,
so just leave it alone.
You told me?
When did you start telling me?
I'm your brother.
You forgetting who I am?
Look, I know who you are.
I'm the one that's looking out
for you, boy.
Oh, yeah?
When you're not in jail
or you're getting me shot at?
What'd you say?
Nothing.
Don't turn away
from me, Marcus.
Come on, Marcus.
So, that's your
little errand, huh?
How much is
in the bag?
It doesn't matter,
'cause I'm putting it
in the bank.
You don't want to do that.
This is not our money, man.
All right, this guy is trusting me with it.
Marcus, listen.
Do you understand
what that money can do for us?
If we take it...
ain't going to change anything.
Marcus.
(grumbling)
Wait, Sister.
I guess I'll just have
to take it myself.
No.
(gun clicks)
Give me the money, Marcus.
Do what you got to do, brother.
So, that's your choice?
You're choosing them over me?
No.
I'm choosing myself.
(gun clicks)
"Tell Marcus to stay
in the light."
What's that, Sister?
That's what JoJo said
in the hospital.
"Tell Marcus to stay
in the light."
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Good morning, Chicago.
It's 6:30 a.m., (cat meows,
paper thuds against door)
and in the next 15 minutes,
we'll have Chuck with traffic
I'm coming.
and Lisa with the latest...
(meowing)
(growls)
(cat meows)
(cat meows)
RADIO DISPATCH: Unit 15 in
pursuit of 211 suspect.
Be advised, suspect is armed and dangerous.
(police siren wailing)
(siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
(siren blaring)
(tires screeching)
Hands on your head!
Don't move!
Get on the hood.
Come on.
Let's go.
CHUCK: Sometimes, no matter
how much faith we have,
we lose people.
But you never forget them.
And sometimes,
it's those memories
that give us the faith
to go on.