(siren blaring)
CHUCK FISHMAN: What if you knew beyond a doubt
what was going to happen tomorrow?
(bell tolling)
Sure, I know it's crazy,
but what if you did?
Whether you'd be rich or poor,
a hero or a loser,
lucky in love, unlucky in life;
what would you do?
What if, by some magic,
you found the power to really change things...
people, events,
maybe even your life.
(man whistling, dog barking)
Would you even know where to start?
Maybe you can't know
until it happens.
Marsha?
Marsha, it's me.
(window raising)
Hon?
Happy anniversary!
Heads up.
(theme music playing)
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RADIO REPORTER: Good morning. It's Monday in Chicago,
and here's what's in the news today.
The White House announced
it will not attend trade talks with Japan.
The President called his decision final and reaction...
(sighs)
(knocking at door)
Marsha...
(truck horn honking)
(sighs)
Marsha?
Hey.
Happy anniversary, or whatever one says.
Cruller?
So, no news, huh?
Nope. I called her a dozen times,
and all I got was the machine.
Well, that's an improvement.
Last week, she was hanging up on you.
Mm-hmm. I just hope she's all right, that's all.
She's a lawyer, Gary.
Of course she's all right.
I don't know.
Maybe I ought to stop by and see her or something.
Yeah. Maybe this time, she'll toss you a lamp.
Don't you have anything nice to say?
The Cubs look good this year.
The Cubs stink.
And I hate crullers.
So do I.
Look, Gare, I'm your best friend.
How do I put this delicately?
You think it's over.
Finito. Kaput.
Dead as a doornail.
She threw you out, you're living in a hotel.
Doesn't that tell you something?
The towels are free.
(cat meowing)
(thudding against door)
GARY: What's this? Looks like
a cat on a newspaper.
Shh! Go on.
Go on.
(meowing)
Since when do they have cats in hotel rooms?
I didn't order this paper.
Maybe it's to keep away the rats.
Oh, no, I hate rats.
That's funny.
Rats?
No, this headline.
It's wrong.
I just heard on the radio that...
Hey!
Come on. We're late for work.
We got to get a move on it.
Pritchard's on the warpath again.
If we don't start generating profits,
we're not gonna have a job tomorrow.
Wow.
(phone ringing)
Marsha?
WOMAN'S VOICE: Good morning.
This is your wake-up call.
You know what? You're hopeless.
Have a nice Monday.
I'll see you at the office.
And, uh, try to come in before lunch.
Yeah.
Guess some guys have all the luck.
(horn honking)
This is gonna be one hell of a Monday.
Oh, well, aren't we dapper today.
Did you buy that jacket pre-wrinkled?
Sherman, don't ask.
Here you go. The usual.
Oh, I already read it.
Oh, buying from the competition, huh?
I didn't buy it. Huh.
I'm feeling better already.
There.
An actual smile.
You know, kid,
you got to take better care of yourself.
Try eating something other than gum.
No, that's okay, it's on me.
Thanks, Sherman.
Hey, kid! What?
Who do you like, Bulls or the Magic?
The Bulls took it by ten last night.
Where did you hear that?
I read it in the paper.
(laughing): What?
(phone ringing)
Strauss and Associates.
Can you hold, please? Thank you.
Good morning, Gary.
How do you always know it's me?
That's easy.
Got a nose for gabardine.
Did you get the dog? Nope.
Fell through. I'm back on the waiting list.
Sorry. Don't be.
I hate sorry.
Of course, I could always get lucky,
win 15 K and buy myself a pooch.
Good luck.
Hobson!
MARISSA: Same to you.
Strauss and Associates.
Can you hold, please?
Let's see.
Almost 10:00 o'clock.
Thinking of doing some trading today?
That's right, Mr. Pritchard.
I'll tell you what.
While you're at it, try making a profit.
Or would that be breaking your string?
(laughs)
That was a good one. Can it.
I hate that guy.
I hate this tie.
Well, you're gonna like this.
I got a hot tip with a capital H.
From where? The men's room.
This one can't miss.
That's what you said the last time.
Trust me.
Oh, man!
What happened? Why me?
(taps keyboard) I think you just lost your shirt.
You know, I never learn, do I?
I got to find myself a new men's room
before I lose the rest of my sleeves.
Hey, Chuck,
what's the point of all this? What?
This. What we do. What's the point of this?
What do you think, we're here for our health?
The point is to make money.
Accrue power.
Wipe the other guy out.
Things very near and dear to my heart.
Well, I thought the point was to, uh, make a living.
Get married, have kids, the American Dream.
Where you been?
That was in the '50s.
You know how I got started in this business?
'Cause Marsha wanted to go to law school.
Wow! Look at winter wheat.
It's really moving.
Don't touch it. It went up 30 yesterday.
It's gonna drop.
Gare, wake up. Yesterday was Sunday.
Market was closed.
I read the paper.
What paper?
This morning, the headline.
It said winter wheat...
jumps 30.
Nah. Nah.
Where? There.
They cleaned the room.
(engine chugging)
GARY: Hey, wait!
Hold that!
Wait! Wait!
Hold up! Stop!
Hold it! No!
Stop! Stop that truck!
Wait!
(sighs) What?
I don't believe this.
Neither do I.
Something like this comes along
once in a lifetime, and you lose it.
What? I'm gonna kill myself.
What are you... What?
What are you talking about here--
a newspaper that tells the future?
Shh!
Look, you saw the numbers, right?
We rallied at 30.
Not 29, not 31, but 30.
Just like you read.
Now, how do... how do you explain that?
Coincidence.
Coincidence? Did you read the sports pages?
GARY: Yeah, kind of.
UCLA versus Kentucky.
UCLA, 95-85.
World Cup Soccer, Brazil and Italy.
Brazil, three-two.
Yes! You've been reading the soccer scores. All right, well,
tell me this-- where does it come from?
The newspaper fairy.
Who knows.
The point is, it's gone.
Unless it comes back again.
You know, this is crazy.
I'm gonna go call Marsha.
You know, that's just like you.
Heaven passes right under your nose,
and you don't even blink.
You know, maybe she'll talk to me.
Gary Hobson? Yeah.
Process Server. Huh?
Have a nice divorce.
Sorry, buddy.
(laughter in distance)
(coughing)
Hey, mister, can you spare some change?
(coins clinking)
(coughing)
(coins clacking into cup)
Thanks, mister.
You're a nice man.
Yeah, what do I do now?
Anything can happen.
RADIO REPORTER: Good morning.
It's Tuesday in Chicago, and here's what's happening.
(paper thuds against door)
(cat meowing)
(paper thuds against door)
(cat meows)
(meowing)
Anything can happen.
(cat yowls)
(siren wailing)
Hey, what happened to you?
Sherm. Get mugged by an iron,
sleep at the cleaners, and a smile.
Like the cat who ate the canary.
So... we're making some changes, huh?
You might say that. Well,
nice to see you back on your feet again.
Paper?
Nope, saw that one already.
You're going to put me out of a job.
You'll live.
Yeah, I suppose so.
Thanks, Sherm.
Hey, kid.
What is it?
That canary you ate?
Don't know exactly yet, but I'm gonna find out.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: The weather today in Chicago is going to be beautiful.
Hey, don't believe it.
You're going to need an umbrella.
Zero chance of rain in the five-day...
And now.
CHUCK: Hey, man.
How you doing?
Busy.
Listen, if it means anything,
I'm really sorry about everything
that's been going on for you,
you know, with Marsha and every...
It came?
It came.
Yes.
Yes, yes, yes, there is a God!
Okay, so tell me.
What'd we buy?
We?
You.
Just tell me, what'd you buy?
Tell me, too. I love a secret.
Just buying and selling.
Based on what information?
I'll handle this.
Based on...
based on...
You handle this.
Instinct.
PRITCHARD: That's almost funny.
Cancel those trades.
Who, me? Yeah, you.
If you want to keep your job.
Go ahead, do as the man says.
And speaking of future employment,
Hobson, perhaps it's time we discussed yours.
And that is...? Not rosy.
I need sharks.
Sharks make profit.
Sharks succeed, you don't.
Am I making myself understood?
Uh, Mr. Pritchard, I'm afraid there's some bad news.
Those trades went through.
How much did we lose?
Nothing, actually.
They... they all went up.
Six and a quarter, five and an eighth, and...
...eight and a quarter. ...eight and a quarter.
Well...
Well done.
How big were we in?
One share each.
What'd you say?
You heard me.
One share each.
Assure me you're joking.
No joke.
Look, I don't need this.
I'll have your job, buddy.
Well, you got it.
Keep it in a safe place.
You're quitting?
I guess I just don't like wearing a tie.
Marissa, you busy this afternoon?
Booked solid.
What you got in mind?
How about lunch?
On me.
Where?
Sky's the limit.
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): Welcome to Off-Track Betting.
Please place your bets.
Hey, Charlie, got some luck for me today?
Eh, no chance.
The usual?
Yeah, two dollars on the number four horse.
It's your money.
Gary?
Lunch.
GARY: How's the food?
Terrible.
You come here every day, huh?
Yep, one bet,
two bucks, take a shot at a dream.
ANNOUNCER: It's the number three horse Gordon Shadow by a nose.
The number four horse...
And then it's back to the grind.
Easy come, easy go.
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): Ladies and gentlemen, one minute
to post time for the second race.
Please place your bets.
Order some food, I'll be right back.
Uh...
Biscuit in the second.
It's a long shot.
Maybe.
ANNOUNCER: And coming out of the turn is Marta's Girl,
followed by Eloise,
and Biscuit running third and moving up on the inside,
followed by Marty's Hope and Dylan's Deal.
Biscuit now pulling away,
Eloise dropping back along the railing,
and, at the wire, it's Biscuit by three lengths, Eloise,
and Marta's Girl.
Incredible.
Welcome back.
So, you like your food lukewarm or cold?
ANNOUNCER: Place your bets for the sixth at Belmont.
The horses are now approaching the gate.
I'll be right back.
Oop, wait.
Nice talking to you.
26 on Apple Cart.
Your funeral.
ANNOUNCER: It's Apple Cart coming from nowhere,
Apple Cart pulling away, and it's Apple Cart at the wire.
Yes!
(people groaning)
There you go.
A lot of George Washingtons in there.
Let it ride.
Are you nuts?
On who?
Sikorsky to win.
50 on Sikorsky! Sikorsky!
(starting bell rings)
ANNOUNCER: And they're off.
Siamese Dream breaking fast,
Zuckers Notion on the outside, Sikorsky trailing the pack.
Come on, Sikorsky!
Come on, baby!
Gary, what are you doing?
Come on, baby.
This is where you've been?
Uh-huh. How much did you spend?
A dollar?
(laughs)
Now Sikorsky's making a move. Come on, baby.
At the turn, it's Zuckers Notion and Sikorsky neck and neck.
Zuckers Notion and Sikorsky down the stretch.
Come on, Sikorsky, come to papa!
It's a two-horse race.
Come on, baby.
Sikorsky and Zuckers Notion nose to nose.
And at the wire it's... Zuckers Notion.
Yeah-- (people groaning)
Zuckers Notion by a nose,
Sikorsky, and Siamese Dream.
No, no, that's impossible.
No.
No, no, that's impossible.
Your attention, please.
Ladies and gentlemen, hold your tickets.
Zuckers Notion has been disqualified.
The winner is Sikorsky.
(cheering)
Ha, ha!
So you want to tell me how you did it?
I already told you-- luck.
You want to tell me why you did it?
I thought it'd be fun.
(chuckling): I see. Fun.
Well, this is my train.
Thanks for the afternoon.
It was, um... different.
Take care of yourself.
Marissa?
Yeah.
I want you to take the winnings from today.
I can't take this, Gary, this is yours.
Now you can get the dog you've been waiting for. Gary, wait.
(muffled): Gary!
CHUCK: No, no, no, no, no.
I refuse to accept this.
Hey, take it easy, will you?
All right, Gary, look, just run this by me again, okay?
You took the paper... Two beers.
you went to a betting parlor, you won money, and then,
you gave it away. I gave it away.
Why?
She needed a dog.
A dog? Why not ten dogs?
Why not a whole kennel?
Well, I don't know, it seemed like one dog was enough.
Gary, this thing is not some kind of toy, okay?
It's a very powerful tool.
A tool?
Yes, for getting very rich.
No, no, no. This is opportunity
with a capital "O."
You can't just let it wither on the vine.
It goes against nature.
Whose nature? Mine.
Yeah, but it doesn't come to you, it only comes to me.
You don't know that for sure, now, do you?
(thunder rumbles) Meaning?
Meaning maybe it comes to him.
How are you? Up yours.
Or maybe it comes to people all over the world,
they just don't talk about it.
Well, what do they do with it then?
What any normal person would-- they make money, lots of it,
and they spend it on clothes and yachts
and presidential campaigns.
Oh, my God.
Gary, look, just give it a try, all right?
Take it from me, we got nothing to lose.
Look, no one gets hurt, no one even knows.
Do it for me.
What do you got to lose?
Chuck.
(people clamoring)
It's the newsstand.
Sherman.
Excuse me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, move back.
What happened?
Hey, what happened?
You want to know?
Read tomorrow's paper.
(thunder rumbling)
I missed it.
(siren wailing)
I missed it.
(gulls keening in distance)
(meowing)
(dog growls softly)
(panting)
It's about time.
What are you doing here?
Your bellman let me in.
Look, if it's all right with you,
I don't want any company right now, so...
I don't give a rat's butt about what you want.
What's wrong with you?
What? Nothing.
I'm fine.
(dog whining)
What's your dog's name?
Spike.
What's your cat's name?
That's not my cat.
Acts like he's your cat.
It's not my cat. Now, what is your problem?
Look, I told you, I don't have a problem, I'm fine.
No.
You quit your job, you take me out for a lunch you don't eat,
and then you drop 15 grand in my lap
and disappear off into the sunset.
I mean, who do you think you are, the Lone Ranger?
Oh, that's very funny. You know, Gary,
there's lots of people in this world
that think that being blind is the same as being stupid.
Are you like that? You think I'm stupid?
No, I don't think you're stupid.
Then tell me.
All right, fine. You want to know about it?
Because of me, there's a guy in the hospital
and he might never wake up, and I could have stopped that.
You want to hear about that?
Yes, I do.
And that's about it.
It comes every day, like it or not.
Which you don't.
You got it.
Where's it coming from?
The hallway.
That's not what I mean.
Can you-- could you, uh...
(wry laugh)
Maybe it comes from God.
Oh, right, yeah.
Yeah, God's a cosmic paperboy.
Look, if God can be a burning bush,
He can be any damn thing He likes.
You don't really believe that, do you?
World's full of miracles, Gary.
You don't always need eyes to see them.
Yeah.
Well, I'm not too big on miracles right now.
Well, that's too bad, being as it's happening to you.
Well, yeah, why me?
I'm just an ordinary guy.
I'm no Superman. What, am I supposed
to run around in a little red cape and save the world?
You might look good in a cape.
Oh, you think that's funny?
Well, let me tell you something, I didn't ask for this thing.
I don't want it and I don't need it.
Give the damn thing to somebody else.
(cat meows)
Gary, you don't
need to be a hero to make the best of what you're given.
And you've been given this.
What am I supposed to do with it?
You're supposed to do whatever you can.
"A tragic series of events
"ended in disaster Monday afternoon
"in a bank on Chicago's South Side.
"An out-of-work factory worker, Frank Price,
"who had earlier been turned down for a loan,
"returned to the bank, armed, near closing time.
"Authorities say the suspect panicked
"when the teller set off an alarm.
(alarm bell ringing)
"By the time it was over,
"nine people were dead,
including the suspect himself."
Oh, no. Uh-uh.
(Spike barks)
You can give me a cat in a tree
or a flat tire on the bus, but not this.
You could at least tell someone.
Who? Hey, Gare, where you been?
(Spike growls) Good doggie.
Oh, look, the paper.
You could tell the police.
I am not going to the police.
(indistinct police radio communication)
I'd like to report a situation.
What kind of situation?
A future one.
Tagliatti.
Come on, let's go.
(knocking)
Detective Tagliatti?
Mm-hmm.
Uh, I, uh...
I can't wait to hear.
I want to report a crime.
Well, lucky for you you're in a police station.
Sit down.
When did it happen?
Today? N-not exactly.
Yesterday?
Last week?
Well, it hasn't happened yet,
but it's going to, unless you stop it.
Domestic dispute?
No. No, it's a robbery.
Well, at least it starts out that way
at the First National Bank.
Well, you see, at least it's gonna be.
Uh-huh.
Do you have any I.D.?
Yeah, uh...
the guy's name is Frank Price.
He's out of work, he got
turned down for a loan and, uh,
he's a very desperate man.
Okay, let me get this straight.
We've got a guy, a bank,
a loan, some kind of robbery?
Well, no.
It's not a robbery yet, but it's
gonna be. Gonna be.
Just for the record, not that
I doubt you, you know this because...?
(softly): Oh, I can't tell you that.
O'Grady?
Have you heard of anything
over at First National Bank?
Yeah, flying saucers.
So we're on to it.
Thank you.
They almost locked me up.
Good call, Marissa.
Who asked you? Oh, a little sensitive.
Hey, could we just get out of here?
(Spike barks)
Forget it.
Gary, listen to me.
Yeah, listen to you, I'll end up in the loony bin.
All right, I was wrong, so sue me.
Right, no harm done.
You tried, you failed.
A noble effort, move on.
Gary, where do we start?
The bank. How's that?
Sports. Sports are good.
Maybe it's not enough to tell someone.
Maybe you have too be there. Oh, no, no.
We are, we are not going down
to that bank. Good call.
Check out the NBA.
Well, it's worth a try.
Yeah, we tried, it didn't work.
Of course, there's always the NHL.
So you're just gonna throw in the towel?
You're just gonna stick your head in the sand?
Oh, no, no, no, that's not fair.
You know you can't do that.
All right, let's just relax, okay, Mother Theresa?
Look, butt out.
Go walk your dog.
Now, you see what you did?
Easy, boy, okay.
(growling)
Look, I did everything I could do.
I'm sorry.
Sorry...
Well, where are you going?
I always hated that word, sorry.
Go figure.
Come on, Spike.
(Spike whimpers)
Gary, here's your paper.
Uh, listen, I forgot I had a 1:15,
so I'll see you later.
CHUCK (shouting): Taxi!
GARY: Ten? I thought it was nine.
Ten?
Marissa.
Seven, eight, page nine.
Page nine.
Where's page nine?
Chuck?
(announcer calls plays on TV)
Run, baby! Run, baby!
Yeah, yeah!
Touchdown!
Yes!
I don't believe this. The Bears haven't
run the ball in two years.
How did you know that?
Intuition. That's 50 bucks, pal.
Thank you very much.
All right, anybody else want to get in on the action?
I'm feeling, like, a maybe a, uh, fake punt in O.T.
Anybody? I'm feeling very lucky today.
It's my night.
Page nine.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Hey, what are you doing? Gary, easy.
Stop, huh?
Oh. That page nine.
I-I thought... that's page ten.
That's not page nine.
Gary, where you going?
Hold it, Gary.
Listen, fellas, I got to go.
Taxi!
Gare, Gare, look, it's not what you think.
I was betting with my guts, my instincts.
I barely looked at the paper at all.
I need some money. How much you got in there?
Five bucks.
$3,700 and change.
Hey, that's my good briefcase!
First National Bank and move!
Gary, hey, give me-- hey, Gary!
Oh, taxi!
Marissa!
Well, if it isn't the King of Sorry.
Yeah, Marissa, you got to get out of here, now.
Gary, calm down. I told them.
Everything is under control.
What'd you tell them?
I told them to be on the lookout for a desperate man.
Uh-oh.
"Uh-oh" what, Gary?
Nobody... All right, nobody move!
I'm a desperate man!
(alarm bell rings)
You want to tell me what's going on here
or am I going to have to guess?
All right, get down.
(customers murmuring anxiously)
(alarm bell ringing)
Frank?
Frank, you don't want to do this.
Halt!
(people screaming, shouting)
Frank!
Hi.
How do you know my name?
Uh...
FRANK: Out here. Now!
My God, how did this happen?
(police sirens blaring)
Move! Move! Move!
Where?
Anywhere.
Frank, are you sure you want to do this? Shut up!
Okay, no problem.
Let's go! Move it! Move it!
Come on, hurry!
All right, what have we got here?
Sir, it's hard to say.
Well, say it anyhow.
It looks like a robbery.
Caught the guy? Kind of.
MARISSA: Get your hands off of me!
You arrested a blind woman?!
We think she's the lookout.
The lookout...! For the guy on the roof.
What guy? The guy with the gun.
The gun? There might be a gun.
We're not sure. Is that it?
Not exactly. Well, spit it out.
There's a hostage.
Perfect.
Six months to retire and I got to deal with this.
Where's my phone? Where's my walkie?
Where's the damn coffee?
You, uh, see any flying saucers?
Not yet, but I'm looking.
Don't you know your job?
Oh, my God.
What is going on?
Gary...
Not so fast. Come on back here.
Excuse me.
Who do you think you are? I'm, uh...
Federal Marshal Rabinowitz.
Never mind that. Who's in charge?
Come on, get out of here.
TAGLIATTI: Wait.
I know this guy.
Let him through.
God, this is not what I wanted.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Are you a cop or something?
No.
Talk.
The Cubs look good this year, huh?
Cubs?
The Cubs suck.
Well, that's what I meant to say.
The Cubs suck.
Detective, just hear these people out.
I don't have time. They may have some information.
What kind of information?
Uh, first, keep an open mind.
What kind of information?
About... what's going to happen.
What are they, psychics?
Broker.
Receptionist.
And you call yourself a cop. Yeah.
I've been wondering that, too.
All right, Mr. and Mrs. Houdini,
you got 30 seconds.
What do you know and how?
We read about it.
Yeah, in the paper. Mm-hmm.
I didn't see it, actually, I only saw
the sports but, uh, she read it.
(car tires screeching)
I just wanted for someone to listen, I didn't...
and you had to screw it up.
Why?
Listen, Frank, I don't have time to explain.
Just answer the question!
Because people were gonna die.
What...
I wasn't gonna, I...
well, maybe I was I, I don't know.
Listen, Frank. How do you know my name?
Well, I know a lot about you.
Look, the layoff at the plant,
the medical insurance,
you got turned down for that loan.
Look, Frank, you got a raw deal.
Look, I understand what you're going through.
You?
(sirens wailing, getting closer)
Don't make me laugh, pal.
I mean, look at you.
I mean,
what do you know about losing everything
you thought you ever had?
(wry laugh)
Try me.
First shot you get, take him out.
Which one? How should I know?
Shoot the bad guy.
16 years... I worked that job.
Never missed a day and...
you think you're building s-s-something,
like a future or your family and then...
then one day, you know, ptth!
just like that, it's gone.
Yeah.
I looked everywhere for work and there's nothing.
It's...
that's, that's why I came here.
This is the place I keep my money in.
Your savings, all those years and...
you know what they said to me?
They said they couldn't take the risk.
Like I was asking for a handout or...
or like I was nothing.
I was...
Yeah, and so, um...
What am I supposed to do now?
Yeah.
It's...
(sighs)
My wife's gonna be really upset.
She loves you, huh?
It was 19 years, you know...
...you know, three kids.
It'd be a shame to lose that, Frank--
wife and kids.
It'd be a shame to lose that.
Yeah, well...
...you think that, um...
They never even saw the gun, Frank.
And if money will help,
it's yours.
Yeah, but did it help you?
No.
(distant siren wailing)
(sighs)
So, what do we do now?
(indistinct police radio communication)
And you're sure you want to do this?
Yeah.
GARY: Hold your fire!
What the hell?
Oh, my...
WOMAN: It's money...!
(crowd applauds and cheers)
MAN: It's money!
That's my money.
Oh, no, no, no.
That's my money.
You don't understand-- that's, that's my money.
Oh, no.
(laughter and cheering)
Exact details are not yet clear.
All we know is this hostage situation has been resolved.
And thanks to some quick action by Chicago police,
a potentially dangerous felon has been apprehended.
You're under arrest. Let's move it.
What'd I do?
GARY: Easy. Easy.
Hey, what's going on?
Don't know yet, exactly,
but we're sure as hell gonna find out.
Right, Superman?
Okay, let's move.
Gare!
Excuse me.
You got five bucks for a cab, big guy?
(siren wailing)
Thank you.
Anytime.
Can I go now?
No reason to hold you.
For the record,
you wouldn't want to change your story, would you?
To what?
Anything remotely believable.
Nope.
I just hope I never see you again.
Next time...
Uh, there won't be a next time, believe me.
Yeah.
(elevator bell rings) Gare? Gare?
Come on, reconsider? Nope.
(Spike growling) What about the cat?
What about me? Spike,
take care of her.
Where are you going?
Where they can't deliver.
Thank you.
Here you go.
Whoa, whoa.
Not so fast.
RADIO REPORTER: Good morning.
It's Wednesday in Chicago,
and here's the news at this hour...
(knocking on door)
(heavy muffled breathing)
I'm here to spray for the roaches.
(cat meows) (paper thuds against door)
CHUCK: There are no explanations, of course,
but that's nothing new.
Magic's like life, mostly unexpected;
which means, newspaper or not,
you can never be sure what's around the corner
or what you'll do when you find it.
Hey, Marissa?
What took you so long?
I had a hunch about the lottery.
I thought, uh... might send some of the money to Frank.
Well, that's a good idea.
How's Sherman? Oh, he's fine.
Be back at the newsstand in two weeks.
So, uh, decided what to do with the rest of your life?
Got to find a new place to live.
A place that takes cats. Yeah.
And then?
Got to buy a kitty litter box.
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