In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 6 - No Clemency for Old Men - full transcript

Hey, you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah. God damn hotdog's
burning a hole in me.

Well, come on, sit down.
Come on.

You, on the floor now.
Get down.

On the ground.
All the way.

Watch him.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, God!

- Let me--
let me think of something.

What the hell is taking
so long?



We got two minutes
before lockup.

My guys got the back for you.
We got no time here.

He's having a heart attack.
I'm getting him to a hospital.

Are you out of your mind?
We gotta go now!

You gonna shoot a cop?

Yeah, you're that stupid.

Good boy.
Get the money.

I'll clean up here.

Get an ambulance.

Go on, get an ambulance!
And don't call the cops.

Call the FBI.

Hey...
I'm gonna get you help.

All right?
Hold on.

We moved on Christmas Eve, the year
that I turned six.



Jake's got us some used .45s,

A yard sale big wheel and
a patch of grass out back.

She told me if I paddled good and slow
I can go anywhere I want.

Anywhere extended only
as far as our back yard, but still,

It was free.

A six year old version of the open road.

That was probably the last vehicle I got
really attached to.

Until now.

It needs a new transmission
and an alternator.

And the squirrels that
run the engine

Should probably retire.

So, what, just shoot it
and put it out of its misery?

No. But I figure
you need time to mourn

Before jumping into
something new,

So I have a loaner for you.

- Wow. Really?
- Really.

So...Heard from your sister
lately?

- Mm-mm. You?
- Been a while.

I've called every day
this week,

But it goes straight
to voice mail.

And I kinda promised
not to tell you,

But she borrowed $20,000.

What?

From you?
From me.

And did she tell you why?

No.

Oh, well, you know Brandi.

So the money's probably
in mutual funds

Earning 6% until she has enough

To open the refugee center.

Peter...I'm sorry.

Um, I'll--
I'll try to reach her, okay?

Yeah.

How about this one?

Come on, you can
actually sell this one.

Just give me something
like the probe.

I don't have anything
like the probe.

I like the cars I sell.

Try it out for a bit.

If you want it,
I'll give you a deal.

You sure?

Uh, all right.

You drinking again?
My God.

Crap.

Hi, it's Brandi.

Please leave a message
at the beep.

Hey, Brandi, this is
the last message I'm leaving.

If you don't call me back
in 24 hours,

I'm telling the police
you died, having a funeral,

Selling everything you own.

And if you ever show up again,

I'll have you arrested
for identity theft.

"happy birthday...Mom."
that's nice.

My birthday was
three weeks ago.

Yes. Yes, I know.

But you know how the mail
in the program is, right?

The really slow system?
We've gone over this.

It has to go from your mom
to the central office

To our office.

I just got it yesterday.
Wow.

Those look good.

- You gonna...
- I can't.

No. You mind?

I missed lunch.

Mmm...That is so good.

- My mom ran a bakery.
- I know.

I used to love the way
the ovens smelled...

Smelled in the morning.
I know.

You said.
Lois, look,

I know it's hard, okay?

I know sometimes it's hard
being alone, but you really--

- You don't like coming
to see me much, do you?

That's not true.

I told you I like
coming to see you fine.

I don't blame you.

I don't love seeing you either.

It reminds me how cut off I am.

I've got a job to do.

Part of my job is helping you
move on with your life.

So go ahead. Go ahead.
What is it?

The apartment again?
Okay, yes, the apartment again.

My job, again.
My life, again.

I'm so sorry, again!

Hey, Lois, calm down.

Yeah, Stan what is it?

Lois.
Keep the cookies.

This is an odd one we inherited

From the Phoenix office.

Frank Jerome,
ex-bank robber.

Testified against
a bunch of dirty cops

He was pulling scores with.

Got himself one crap deal--

38 years
in Witness Protection...

In prison.

Can I pass?

Sorry?

The guy spent
four decades inside.

I don't know anything
about him--

I know everything about him.
Ex-cons are all the same.

He's gonna show me
what I want to see,

Tell me what I want to hear,
swear he's changed,

And the second I blink,
shank me in the back.

It's all just a waste
of my time.

Come on,
give me something else.

Orphan with a crutch,
widow with a puppy?

Orphan puppy?

Shut up and go?
That.

Frank.

Hey.

Hey...

Call me tomorrow.
I got trouble.

- Jesus, Ray,
I told you not to--

Hey.
- Hey, Frank.

We gotta go.
We've got that thing, remember?

Uh, just a sec, honey.

No, it can't wait.
Come on.

- Who's this?
- Uh, this is, uh...

Prison groupie.

Oldies but goodies get me
all kinds of horny.

Let's go.

Ray Petevich.

- Hi, Ray.
- Pleased to meet you.

Ray and I need a moment.
Huh?

Yo, Ray, come on.

You gave your boy
his big welcome back.

Now we gotta roll.
Mike, what's doing?

Not much, Frank.
Ray?

This is for you, Frank.

Hey, man.

Let's go.
Come on.

What's with the prison
homecoming dance?

You weren't supposed to tell
anyone you were being released.

Oh, I must have
misunderstood the rules.

My apologies.

You know, the old memory
ain't what it used to be.

That and everything else
in your life.

Yeah.

From this point forward,
I am your personal

We-never-sleep
clanging iron door.

You do what I say
when and how I say it,

The door stays open.
You don't,

I'll slam it on your nuts
till you're begging for prison.

Wow.

Never had a groupie before.

You're a dream come true.

Shut up and buckle.

Since 1970, the federal
Witness Protection program

Has relocated
thousands of witnesses,

Some criminal, some not,

To neighborhoods
all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute,

Distinguishing them
from the rest

Of the general population.

And that is,
somebody wants them dead.

Correct.
You sent the DVDs.

I ordered the blu-ray,
the chief difference being

The ability to toggle between

The charmingly inept
original effects

And the glittering new,
but strangely antiseptic

Hi-def ones.

Star trek demands the toggle.

Thank you. Mann out.

Inspector...

I believe you know Lois Turner.

Lois, good to see you.
How are you?

Is Mary here?

She's out for most of the day.

Is everything all right?

Two things.

First thing,
not that big a deal...

I have a strange growth...
Downstairs.

It looks like
some kind of fungus.

I'm not sure I'm qualified...

I've had a guy
take a look at it,

But he thinks it'll cost
thousands to get rid of.

And my landlord refuses
to do anything.

And I--

I just want out of that place.

Ah, you have mold
in your apartment,

And you want to move.

Have you told Mary?

This is awkward,

But the other problem is Mary.

I know she's your friend,

But you know,
she can be a little--

- Brash.

But she's the best marshal
I've ever met.

Am I allowed to fire her?

Hey, did people out here
get bigger?

Fatter.

Quadruple-x sweat suits
are a real growth industry.

Well, I'll keep that in mind
as I mull career options.

Hey, nobody looks
at anybody else now.

It's not like
a single second goes by

When people aren't fed,
distracted, entertained,

Or spouting off about being fed,
distracted, and entertained.

Welcome to 2010.

I was hoping for jet packs.

You could tweet about it.

- What?
- You don't want to know.

Look, all this stuff, you'll
hate it for about an hour,

And then you won't be able
to live without it.

Trust me.

Hey, here we go.

Well, these haven't
changed much.

You play?

I just started before I,
uh, got called up.

Worked on my short game inside
with a broom and a Dixie cup.

I'll take 'em.

Yeah, not on your budget,
tiger.

Your deal got made back in '73

With no adjustments
for inflation.

Eh...So be it.

Aren't you gonna work me
with some sob story?

Try and hustle up
a shiny new deal?

I don't do sob stories.

If you can come up
with more dough, great.

If not, I'll get by.

In the meantime,

Here's a cost-effective way

Of becoming completely
self-involved,

Oblivious to everyone
and everything,

A tal pro at useless games

And a genius at
accessing the pointless.

Well, I'm so grateful.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.

Squish? Wow.

Nice to hear the unrecorded
version of your voice.

What's this number
you're calling from?

I lost my cell,
but this is just a temp,

And I can still get
my voice mail.

So I heard that you called.

So...Where are you?

Still in Jersey.

Right. Jersey. Cool.
What you been doing?

Oh, stuff.
You know.

Sure, stuff.

- Mary...
- No, I get it.

Stuff's huge.
Stuff matters.

All right, look, I know
I've been a bit of a flake.

Yeah, you think?

Brandi, I'm fine with it, okay?
I'm whatever.

But I saw peter--he said
you haven't called all week.

Oh. You're right.
You're right, I'll call him.

I--I gotta go.

No, Brandi, come on.

Brandi!

What's this?

It's my newbie, rip van winkle.

Got the guy a cell phone.
It's excellent.

He has no idea it's also a GPS

'cause he's never heard
of a GPS.

How's his first night been?

Standard. Home, laundromat,
home again.

But something's up.

He's got this friend
on the inside--ray Petevich.

Wheel man, mostly.
Stick-ups. Nothing violent.

But he's in play
with these two guys.

A couple of real winners.

They go by the names
big Mike and little Mike.

"home invasion, kidnapping,
attempted murder."

Can't say they're not
dedicated.

These two are why civilization
created the man-sized cage.

I don't care about any
of these idiots.

I just want to know Frank's
worth my time.

Am I sensing reluctant
affection?

No, you're sensing that
if Frank's a loser,

I'd like to know up front.

Hmm. And yet your
protective manner,

Your warmish, for you,
vocal tone...

Wrong.

Slight flush of the skin

When we discuss him...
Ew, nausea.

All indicate a kind of warmth.

And Frank Jerome, Nee Jergens,
is a handsome,

Charming bank robber
of fatherly age.

- I see.
- Need I say more?

Should I lie down, Dr. Phil?
Give me a break, Marshall.

Honestly.
One break coming up.

The donut hut?
What'd you do?

- Eat first.
- You can't sugar-manage me.

Then you should have
no problem staying surly

As you masticate.

Pbbbt.

Lois Turner stopped by
after your house call.

She wants a divorce.

She's not married.

And don't say "masticate."

I know it's hard to accept.

People change, grow, move on.

Wait, you're saying
she wants to divorce me?

She wants you over me?

Oh, three words--

Good luck, sucker.

She's sensitive.

You dot do well with sensitive.

Look, I get it.

First Lois seems a little sad,

Slightly needy, right

Like a big hug
will cure everything.

But trust me, Marshall,

I've been dealing with her
for six years.

She is a full tank
of unleaded crazy.

You know how many jobs
I helped her get just this year?

Two. You know
how many apartments? Four.

She's an artist, a poet.

Yeah, all right,

If emotional terrorism is
an art form.

Look, Lois is never happy
no matter what,

And she makes you suffer
for it.

She will tie your hand
to the table

And then smash it with a hammer

Made of tears and guilt.

Don't let her suck you in,
Marshall, she needs tough love.

Let us bear in mind

That is the only love
you know how to give.

Come on.

Your witness is on the move.

Looks like he's thirsty.

You know the only thing
that ever scared me in school?

Girls who hit back?

The old pop quiz.

- Another?
- Why not?

♪ ♪

Hmm, that's nice.

- 12 years.
Oak-barreled.

No, the perfume.
I hope I'm not out of line.

It's just, uh--
it's been a while.

Let me know
when you need a refill.

- Hey.
- Jesus!

It's like being haunted.
How in the hell did you find me?

Esp. All the ladies have it
these days.

A lot's changed
since you went in, Frank.

Now women have the power
to read men's thoughts.

Always did.

Everybody was just
too polite to talk about it.

Listen, Frank, here's the deal.

I know what you do,
I know where you go, everything.

So from now on,
toeing the line's not a choice.

It's a matter of survival.

Speaking of which, what's your
buddy Ray Petevich doing

Hooked up with a couple
of psychos

Like big Mike Catone
and little Mike Vesey?

Whoa.

You're gonna take
a little getting used to.

Can I get you--
- I'll have a coke.

Uh, Janine...

Can you believe she told me

She loved me, man?

I nearly fell off
out of my chair like that.

Boom!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Okay, boys, dial it down,

Or settle up and go--
your call.

Settle up?

Bitch thinks we're gonna pay

For this piss
right here? Look.

- Hey!
- Leave it, Frank.

- Apologize.
- Hey, Frank...

- Excuse me?
- To the lady.

I don't see any ladies in here.

All I see is a burnt-out piece
of jet trash behind the bar.

All right.

And then there's you
and your pet tranny.

Sorry about this.
I can pay for the damages.

Might take me about ten years.

Nah.

Worth it to finally
shut those assholes up.

Hopefully move 'em on
down the road

To a place with pita wraps
and karaoke.

Mm.

How's your hand doing?

- Oh, it's fine.
- Let me see.

Ugh.
Excuse me.

Can I talk to you a sec?
Yeah, sure.

We're good with the cops.
No charges.

Charges?
It was three against one.

Three against two.
I saved your ass.

True.

Frank, you got
a free pass tonight, all right?

But that was your
one and only badass bridge

From prison life
to the real world.

No more.

No fights, no parking tickets,
no jaywalking.

And, Frank, absolutely
no contact with any criminals.

You read me?
Like the bible.

But could you explain something
to me?

When did people get
so rude and stupid? Huh?

Somebody drop a bomb?

I mean, this isn't the way
the world was.

"please" is gone.

"thank you" is headed
out the door.

People are savages.

And I say that after
four decades in prison.

I couldn't agree more.

You know, which brings me
to the following.

Thank you, Mary.

Hey, buddy.

You got my message, huh?

Ray?

Hey, what happened?

A little disagreement.

- Yeah, wild guess--
the Mikes?

- Luckily it was a--

It was a fair fight, mostly.

Yeah, you're a real terror.

Probably shot yourself.

Listen, I told you
when you were inside

Not to get mixed up with them.

I owe them.
They want to collect.

They're animals, Ray!

Obviously they're guys
I can't do business with.

I wanted to get out.
They didn't like that much.

Man, we've gotta get you
to a hospital.

No. No, no hospitals,
Frank.

They'll look there.
Plus the cops. No.

Well, what are you gonna do,
bleed out? Huh?

Th's brilliant!

I know a doc.
He's off the books.

He does this kind of thing.

He's good, but he ain't cheap.

I'll get the money.

Help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for
Lois Turner.

A business call?

Personal.
I see.

Lois.

Um, clock out if you're
taking your break, okay?

No, no, this won't take long.

Good news, you're about to be
footloose and fungus-free.

I led your landlord to believe

I work for the county
health inspector.

Thank you, Marshall.
That's great.

I just thought
you'd want to live without

Respiratory distress
while deciding

Where you want to move.

Lois, what's wrong?

Nothing.

I, uh...
I just found out

That I'm up for a promotion.

- That's great.
- Waylon's leaving.

So it's my big chance
to become Waylon.

All because two drug dealers
shot each other

In my front yard.

Something I never wanted to see,
never should have seen.

My life is not real to me.

None of this is mine.

I'm a writer.

I know.

And I will never publish again.

Which is fine.

I mean, I haven't written a word
since I got here.

Writing comes from you.

What happens when
there's no more you?

Lois...

Either take your break
or finish the circus posters.

We're nine minutes behind.

Look, maybe you should
take your break

So we can talk?

About what?

Seriously, what do I have
to talk about?

You know,
the last real job I had

Was working in a garage.

I figured I'd pick it up again.

But you see?
Need my own tools.

You know better than anybody
that my deal stinks.

I'm starting to run short here.

I need a job.
This is my best shot.

Well, unfortunately

I'm not in charge of the money
these days.

But let me see what I can do.

$600 for a set
of used car tools?

Yep.

In addition to the stipend
we're paying him?

Or you could just make it
an advance.

- Okay.
- Really?

Takes money to make money.
600 now will save us a lot

When Mr. Jerome is holding down
a steady job.

You should also look
at updating his m.O.U.

I see a little wiggle room
for cost of living increases.

Whoa, you're exceeding
my expectations.

Making me dizzy.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Hey, Frank.

I'm supposed to meet
a guy here.

I don't know his name
or what he looks like.

He said he'd be wearing
a gray ball cap.

- Yeah, he's in the bathroom.
- All right.

Hope you don't need him
for much.

He got here about an hour ago.

Already put away
four or five shots.

Hey, you're the doc?

You gotta be kidding me.

I'm fine.
What's your problem?

Let's go.

My friend's dying.

You put that glass down
or I'll break it

And cut your throat with it.

Let's get out of here.

Hey...
What the hell?

Aw, perfect.

What the hell's this?
Christ!

He had no place to go.
He needs a doctor.

Him? Forget it.

You, stumble on outta here.

Find some other patient
to kill.

Jesus, you, your breath!
Go. Come on, out!

I need an ambulance
at 420 copa De oro.

Gunshot victim.

Real genius you are, Frank.

Stan, Frank's location
has been compromised.

I need a security team
to meet me at the hospital.

Copy that?

Don't look so happy.

The iron door just slammed
on your nuts.

Idiot.

- I hate these friggin' places.
- Tell me about it.

You ever been shot?

Yeah. You?

Twice.

Once in the joint.

Prison hospitals make this
look like pebble beach.

It was Ray that got me through.

Got me the good meds,
the real doctor.

But it cost him.

He ended up owing
some big favors.

- Marshal Shannon?
- Yeah.

The bullet went through.

No fragments, which is good.

But there's been some
pretty serious damage

To the lower intestine,

And that's triggered
an infection.

- Okay. Thanks.
- Can I see him?

He'll be out for a while.
Maybe in the morning.

Thanks, doctor.

Hello, Lois.

You got a minute?
Yeah.

It's nice to see you.

I took the liberty
of contacting a college

Where I take a few
night classes,

And there's an opening
for a teacher.

Part-time, untenured,
obviously.

But it's 20th-century
American literature,

And I thought, well,
you're a part of that, so...

I'm not a teacher.
I've never taught.

I didn't even like school.

I know it's not perfect,
but you've got a lot to give.

"and if in this house,
in this fine house,

If in bed we lie."

Paris review, 2003.

I love the chiasmus
of how the "I-f" in if

Flips to become the "f-I"
in fine,

Then it
flips back again to if.

Then the double meaning
of lie in bed.

Really beautiful.

You looked that up?

It was the last piece
I did before...

So I'm supposed
to teach my writing

As someone else's work?

Yeah...

That won't make me want
to kill myself.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
No, I mean you're right.

I should just shut up
and be happy.

No one's saying that, Lois.

It's fine.
Marshall, it's fine.

I'm fine.

Hey, look at you, man.

Probably the nicest joint
you ever stayed in.

I thought the nurses
would be prettier.

Yeah, well, they're a little
disappointed in you too.

How you doing?

Well, I'm alive.

I guess I went to
the right guy for help.

Well, listen, man,
if it'd been up to me,

You'd have been operated on
in the tub

By a drunk with a butter knife.

If you want to thank
somebody, thank her.

Oh, the groupie.

Every con should have one.

Listen, Ray, she wants
to ask you something, all right?

Be straight with her.

Okay, Frank.

Ray, I need to know
if the Mikes have any idea

You went to Frank.

No.

Ray, this is important.

I never told them anything
about Frank.

And they didn't follow me.

I'm a wheel man.
I shook 'em.

Thanks.

Hey, get some rest, man.

And I'll go try
to find you some nurses

Up to your high standards.

Thanks, Frank.

Appreciate it.

All right,
so that was the touching part.

Now's the you tell me everything
right this second part.

Frank, you're not
in the yard anymore.

Okay, this is the real world.

As long as the Mikes are in it,

You're not even close to safe.

Well, just before he got out,

Ray heard from
this buddy of his

Who works security
at this grocery store bank...

How it'd be an easy hit,

Especially if he had
the access codes

To get behind the glass...

Which Ray got off his buddy,

Which he then stupidly gave
to the Mikes

To pay off an old debt.

What kind of debt?

When I got shot in the joint,

The doctors, the meds...

The Mikes made that happen.

Ray owes 'em because of me.

He thought, you know, giving 'em
the codes would be enough,

But no, uh-uh.

They wanted him in on it.
Why?

Best getaway driver there is.

And, you know, when they find
the second best,

They're gonna do this thing.

Heads up.

They're exiting a black dodge.
Black suit, blue suit.

And they're now both
with cases.

Now.

U.S. Marshals!
On the ground! Face down!

On the ground!

Good afternoon, and thank you
for shopping with us.

We're having a special
on 8x12 cells.

You gentlemen have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you

In a court of law.

Hello? Lois?

Just calm down.
I'm on my way.

- Ha ha.
- Lois?

Hello?
What happened?

- She got promoted.
- And...

I don't know,
but it sounds bad.

She's fun, right?

Funds allocation
to backtrace a cell number

And access credit card activity
for Brandi Shannon?

I guess I should have
run that by you.

It's my sister,
and a needed--

- Inspector, you've taken
advantage of your position

To infringe on
your sister's privacy,

And illegally used
this office's resources.

You can put this in her jacket

Along with
the official reprimand

You should be writing up.

Stan...

- I don't want to hear it.
- Stan...

If you're right
and she's wrong,

I've got your back,
but you're wrong here, Mary.

Stan, come on.

I'm sorry, I just--
I really need this.

Please.
Please?

And don't let it happen again.

- I won't.
- Good.

Unh!

We're at 1440
Santa Anita boulevard.

- Is that the police?
- Yes.

Tell 'em it's under control.

- Oh--
- It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Shh.

Hello?

- Hey, where are you?
- Uh, still in Jersey.

Really? Then how'd you manage
to use your debit card

11 minutes ago
at Pele's coffee shop

On Biscayne boulevard in Miami?

You're spying on me?
Unbelievable.

No, what's unbelievable is
the amount of time and effort

You put into lying--
it's gotta be exhausting.

So here's the deal, you want
to lie to mom and Peter,

Go right ahead, but just
don't bother with me anymore.

'cause I know if it's a sound,
and it comes out of your mouth,

It's a lie.
That's not true.

Because you say so
sitting there,

Nowhere near new Jersey?

You see the problem?

Mary, look, it's complicated.

Yeah, that I'm sure of.

I gotta go. Bye.

Hello?

What happened?

He went into septic shock
about an hour ago,

Then circulatory collapse.

I'm sorry.

Do you want to have
some kind of service?

I'd be the only one there.

Well, how about
I buy you a drink?

Am I allowed to go home now?

Yeah, you can.

I'll pull off
the security detail.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, you know...

It is what it is.

What?

He died over what, huh?

A couple of numbers
you punch in a keypad?

I mean, what's it even mean?

Leo's.

Janine?
It's Mary, Frank's friend.

Is he there?
No, he left a while ago.

Hey, did he forget his cell?

He left it on purpose.

Said he was done with it.

Did he say anything else?

Yeah, the he was going back
where he came from.

I wasn't really sure
what that meant.

He didn't want to talk,
but it felt kind of final.

Hey, Frank.

Whatcha doing?

Well, you're the expert
on everything I do.

You tell me.

All right.

I think you know
they changed the access code.

Two new security guards
over there...Right?

I think you're here
to pull that gun

That's in your pocket.

And I think you want
to get popped...

Just so you can go back
to where you think you belong.

And you're wrong
about that, by the way.

Yeah.

Well, I survived that place
for almost 40 years.

I get out and lose
the only friend

I've got in the world.

The world has lost
its friggin' mind!

You want to live in it?
Good.

Take your Twitter and your iPod

And your fat-ass
video-game-addicted zombies

With no decency,
no discipline...

You know, you can have it.

The future's all yours.
I'm done.

You're not done

Ray's done.

You want to end it,
that's your call.

Great, you survived,
you made it--good for you.

You're tough enough to do that
and too scared to live.

So come on...
End it, Frank.

Right now. End it.

Lois has asked to leave
Witness Protection.

What?

She wants to go back
to her old life.

Her mom, family, friends.

Stan, she can't.

She was the key witness
in a Cali cartel drug hit.

Her mom lives in San Diego.
It's done.

I got her a new job,
a new place.

I understand,
but it's not that.

It never was.

Lois, please,
stop and think this through.

Marshall, thank you.

But I want to be
what I was born to be.

Who I was born to be.

I had these two witnesses
back when I was an inspector.

One hated the program,
one loved it.

The one that hated it left,
went back to his hometown.

There's no way this guy
makes it a week, right?

The one the loved it stays here,
starts a family, gets rich.

And then he dies
in his brand new Porsche.

The one that hated it and left,

He's alive and well
in his old life.

Between you and Mary,
she had the best

We've got to offer.

She just doesn't want it.

We love what we love.

For some people is a first grade crush.

For others it's a big wheel.

A wrong guy or the New York Mets.

For some of us it's something unreachable.

Something we may have never had before.

And we know that even if we reach it,

Even if we pull it close
to make it ours, it won't last.

It can't.

But we keep on...

Because it doesn't matter if it's a big
wheel, the wrong guy or New York Mets,

It doesn't matter what we reach for.

What matters is the reaching.