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CHUCK: In the end, it didn't matter who was right
and who was wrong.
Things happen as they happen.
You can't change the past.
The trouble was, only one man knew the truth...
and he was gone.
Unless he wasn't.
(theme music playing)
♪ ♪
Hey!
No sleeping on the train.
You want a bed, find a shelter.
That's my paper.
Hey, get out of here, I just bought that.
(man talking indistinctly over speaker)
I'm sorry, I...
You nut.
Sheez.
ANNOUNCER: Next stop...
They find that guy yet?
No, but they'll get him.
It's only a matter of time.
Yeah, every unit in town's
after him.
Yep.
(cat meows)
(meows) Hey.
ANNOUNCER: Red Line... He was on the train?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
Call it in.
Check in the back.
Oh, no.
(reporters clamoring) No comment, no comment,
no comment.
Oh, come on.
Make a hole here, will you?
What, are they giving out free beer?
Detective, can you give us any news
about last night's murder of Harry Hawks?
No. Can we then assume
the assailant is still at large in the city?
Assume what you will.
You're gonna assume anyhow.
You do have an accomplice under arrest, is that true?
Come on, come on, get back.
In my line of work, nothing is true.
People! Is there any connection between this murder
and the president's visit to Chicago?
Yeah.
And my fat
Aunt Rosey is the real queen of England.
(reporters groaning)
Don't make me laugh.
Damn bloodhounds.
DOBBS: Just part of what makes this country great.
You.
Don't you ever sleep?
Not today.
Any news on Hobson?
Yeah.
He's sitting right in this chair.
Dollars to donuts the guy skipped town.
No, he's around, I can feel it.
Yeah? So can they.
You know, I still can't believe that he killed Hawks.
Neither can he.
He's in total denial.
That's what makes him so dangerous.
Oh, come on.
You don't still think he's going for the president?
We got half the force looking for him.
He's a man with a mission.
Now he's got nothing to lose.
So why not
put out a statement?
No.
We don't want to start a panic.
Then you better tell your people.
They know.
(knock at door)
Sir, about the detainee.
We can't hold him much longer.
Yeah, okay, we're coming.
Dobbs,
who's Marley?
Pardon?
Last night you said maybe he'd lead us...
No.
I misspoke myself.
It's none of your concern.
Oh, the hell it's not; we got a murder here.
Classified.
Need-to-know.
You don't.
Just a minute.
You think I'm gonna stand around twiddling my thumbs
while you run my operation, you're out of your mind.
You got information, I want it.
Butt out.
This is my business.
I'll handle it my way.
All right?
(whispers): Shall we?
Mr. Fishman.
Yeah.
It's time we had a little talk.
Marissa.
Gary?
Are you all right?
I guess that's a stupid question.
Hawks is dead.
So I heard. What happened?
I don't know what happened.
He was dead when I found him.
They think I did it.
Well, then you'll just have to tell them you didn't do it.
Well, it's not that simple, is it?
Well, someone's got to tell them.
You can tell them, I can tell Chuck. What about Chuck?
They arrested Chuck last night.
They found him in my apartment.
Found enough evidence to prove
I'm some kind of assassin or something.
I go back to them,
they're going to lock me up for the rest of my life.
Well, what about that Agent Dobbs? Maybe if you went
to him, showed him the paper... Dobbs?! Dobbs thinks I'm some kind of a lunatic.
Besides, they're setting him up, too,
and according to this paper, I'm still going to kill him.
You don't believe that, do you?
Marissa, I don't know what to believe.
Maybe I'm crazy or something, I don't know.
You're not crazy, Gary.
Remember, the paper only tells you
what's going to happen unless you change it.
Well, Marissa, what if I can't change it?
I got to think.
Look, I told you what I know.
This has all been a big mistake.
You say he's your friend.
Yeah.
He tells you everything?
Yeah.
But you don't know anything.
Yeah, I know he didn't do what you say he did.
He already did it.
The guy spends all his time saving people.
He's a hero, you know that.
DOBBS: Look,
I know what you're feeling.
You think you know someone,
and then one day you open a door
and something else is there.
You say it's not him.
Okay, I'm open.
Help him with this.
How?
Tell us where he is.
It's for his own good.
NEWSCASTER: In the news, at 10:00 a.m. the president heads for Chicago.
Air Force One lifted off just minutes ago
from Washington's Dulles Airport on its way to the Windy City.
The president and the first lady...
I won't accept this. There has to be something we can do.
There isn't something we can do.
Today at 2:00 I'm gonna be on the top floor of that building with a rifle.
Gary, that's crazy. You won't be there. What are you saying?
The paper's wrong? No,
what I'm saying is you need to find a way
to change that headline. What am I supposed
to do-- wish it away?
I've tried that; that doesn't work.
Well, then, you need to find someone to help you.
Someone you know, someone who trusts you, Gary.
Marissa, half this town is out looking for me right now.
Lucius Snow.
What?
Lucius Snow.
What about Lucius Snow?
Gary, that picture that was in the wall--
where is it? Forget about the photograph, would...
Maybe that's the reason why it came to you.
Well, if that's the reason, it's too late.
It's gone, I gave it to Hawks.
SPORTSCASTER: I have nothing against Chicago or the Cubs.
I just think they'd be happier somewhere else.
Marissa.
You don't think that's the reason Hawks got killed, do you?
I think we need to get that picture back
and find out what's really in it.
GARY: Morris.
Morris?
Morris, you down here?
Gosh, this place feels like a tomb.
Yeah, it does.
I'm gonna look around.
Okay.
Hey, Morris?
(gun hammer cocks) Stop right there.
Put your hands up.
Go ahead.
Now, come closer,
but slow.
Gary?
It's all right.
That's far enough.
Keep 'em up.
Been reading about you in the paper.
You're in a world of trouble, son.
Yeah.
Always figured, sooner or later,
this business would come to no good.
So how can I help you?
So, this is everything?
Everything Mr. Hawks sent back yesterday afternoon.
If Snow's things weren't on his desk,
they should be here.
Well, if it's not here, either he threw it out--
which I highly doubt-- or someone took it.
Well, then, we need to find out who that someone is.
Now, see, that's exactly why I borrowed this firearm.
If this fella's killing people,
it ain't gonna be me.
Sorry I can't be of more help.
I feel sorry for Mr. Hawks.
MARISSA: What about that picture from the newspaper?
I haven't seen it.
It must be gone, too.
MARISSA: Okay, well, then, the Warren Commission Report.
There was a picture in there, too.
It was all blurry.
So unblur it.
Oh, unblur it? Of course.
Just like that. Listen, I read
that they take pictures like that
all the time and make them crystal clear.
And where are you going to unblur it? NASA?
MORRIS: Oh, you could do that,
I suppose.
Or we might just drop in on Hanratty.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
No. No, nothing yet.
Well, tell the mayor we're making progress.
I don't care if it's true or not, tell him anyway!
This is nuts.
60 billion cops in this city, we can't find one guy.
We're looking.
"We're looking."
Starting to sound like me now.
(sighs)
Where the hell is this guy?
(loud tapping)
This is Hanratty's?
A cousin of mine.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
It's me, Morris. Open up.
HANRATTY: I'm closed, dude.
Hanratty,
don't make me tell your mama.
TV REPORTER: Security is tight, as...
A picture?
You had me open up for a picture?
If you want an enlargement, go to Fotomat, bro.
Well, we need more than just a 10 x 12.
Something special, you know.
I'm a pawn broker, you understand?
And who are they, anyway?
None of your business.
That's right, and my business ain't none of theirs.
Hanratty, these folks are my friends,
and they need your help.
I'd hate to think you'd let them down.
Not my problem, brother.
Well, then, I'll tell you what is.
The Immigration Department has an office two blocks from here.
What if I just drop in and just drop
a few hints about your illegal passport business?
And don't be touching nothing.
MORRIS: Where'd this stuff come from, anyway?
Fall off a truck?
Morris, this is a pawn shop.
In a manner of speaking.
What can he do for us here?
Watch your step.
All right.
So what are we going to do in...
Come on.
Welcome to the bat cave.
Where'd you get this?
Fell off a truck.
Give me the picture.
CRUMB: They let Fisher go?
On whose authority?
Agent Dobbs, sir. He's... Dobbs?
Hey, Dobbs?
What the hell have you done?
There's no reason to hold him.
He's told us what he knows.
He's a material witness in a murder investigation.
Maybe.
Right now he's worth more to me out there.
Now, you don't really think
he's going to lead you to Hobson, do you?
The guy may look like a clown,
but he can't be that stupid.
We'll see.
Well, it's in. What are we looking for?
None of your business.
Just make the thing clear.
Well, you don't have to cop a 'tude, my man.
(whispers): Marissa?
Three hours? It takes that long?
That's what he said.
Listen, I don't have that much time.
Yeah, I know, but there might be a clue in there, Gary.
A clue to what, something that happened 30 years ago?
No, something that might be happening today.
Well, fine, you stay here.
Me, I'm going home.
The hotel, Gary, they'll find you there.
No, they won't.
At 2:00 I'm going to be where this paper says.
Only question is, with who?
(distant sirens blaring)
(cat meows)
Psst.
(gasps)
(whispering): What are you doing here?
I'm waiting for you.
What do you mean you're waiting for me, what...?
Why would I be stupid enough to come back here?
I don't know, but you did.
Well...
By the way, you need a new housekeeper.
I...
Anyone follow you here?
Yes. But I lost 'em.
He in there?
Two of them.
Okay, get going.
Let's wait for some backup.
There's no time for that. Go.
Screw him, get some backup.
Gare, what the hell are we supposed to be
looking for anyway, huh?
I don't know.
Well, I don't know either.
Gare, is there something you're not telling me?
You know, I'm starting to think that, uh,
maybe...
Maybe what?
Yeah, I know.
I began to believe that myself at one point.
I mean, these guys mean serious business.
(cat meows)
(meows)
(clattering)
What is it?
He's alive.
Who?
"J. T. M."
He's here.
Who?
Marley.
(elevator bell dings)
You got to get out of here now.
Okay, if you hear anything, go to Hanratty's Pawn Shop.
Hanratty's Pawn Shop, got it.
CRUMB: Open up. Police!
Oh, hello, fellas. Welcome back.
Over here.
All right, where's your little playmate?
He's out of the building, Detective.
Cuff him.
(garbled radio transmission)
DOBBS: Hobson...
Don't make me do this.
Turn yourself in.
You're a sick man. We can help you.
It's not what you think, Dobbs.
Then I've got no choice.
Do I? (hammer cocks)
Hey!
Hey, Hobson!
(tires screeching, horns honking)
Ah, my leg!
Ah! Damn you!
(sirens wailing)
DISPATCHER: Unit Six continue on Ridge.
Suspect believed to be on foot and may be armed.
DISPATCHER: All units, suspect last seen on the corner of Clark and...
Hold on, here she is.
Gary, where are you?
Marley's alive.
What? How do you know that?
Something I found in my apartment.
Listen, I don't have time, but Marley's the one
that sent Hawks the letter bomb.
He's also the one that killed him last night.
But why, after all this time?
I don't know.
Maybe he thought Hawks knew something.
Or maybe Hawks did know something.
Snow was right, Hawks wouldn't believe him.
Now Hawks is dead. I...
Listen, Marissa, just keep working on that photograph.
There's something more in there. I'm sure of it now.
Well, what are you gonna do?
Well, what am I gonna do? I'm gonna find Marley. I...
Gary, that's crazy. You don't even know where to look.
(siren wails)
Gary?
Gar...?
(garbled radio transmission)
CHUCK: Oh, what? Again?
You just released me.
In that case, welcome back.
On what grounds?
Aiding and abetting a fugitive.
What? It was his own house!
CRUMB: I want to know what he was doing there.
You know, usual stuff:
shower, shave, eating cereal, ta...
Look, Fishburn. Fishman.
Whatever.
You're not helping yourself here, you know.
Just as long as I'm not helping you.
So he got away, then?
Yeah, he got away.
Good.
Now, listen... No, you listen.
You can keep me here as long as you want
and it won't do you any good.
You know as well as I do
Gary is not the one you're looking for.
(door opens) WOMAN: Detective Crumb,
there's a phone call.
It's the one you've been waiting for.
Yeah, okay.
I'll be back.
Yeah, I'm sure you will.
Take your time.
Ah, what?
He was looking for something.
Something he left behind?
Something he found?
I have nothing to say.
You don't have to.
(phone ringing)
(gun clicks)
Going somewhere?
President's due in about an hour.
Oh, I see. So you thought
you'd just run out there and save the world, huh?
Someone has to.
So far you haven't.
Yeah, well, I'm just a... an ignorant flat foot
out chasing murderers.
I don't have a fancy briefcase or nothing like that.
But something's been bothering me.
What would that be?
Why'd you let him go?
Hobson?
You had him twice.
You let him run.
What are you up to?
If you have questions, check with my employer.
Oh, well, I-I-I did that.
They gave me the usual party line run around.
So I went somewhere else.
Friends of mine in the agency.
They tell me a completely different story.
Oh?
May I see that?
They tell me you're a-a renegade.
A man on a mission.
One that the agency doesn't even acknowledge exists.
You've been after this guy for three decades now, haven't you?
Who?
Marley.
J.T. Marley.
There's not a shred of evidence he's still alive,
but you think he is and you'd do anything to find him, wouldn't you?
Including selling me down the river.
Maybe even Hobson.
What do you think you know?
I know this.
I want you out of my office
and out of my precinct right now.
Nice knowing you, Crumb.
Ah, yes.
Pawn shop.
Hanratty's.
Sir?
Oh, give me that guy, uh, Fishburn.
Fishman.
Ah, whatever. Get him.
Can't.
What?
Well, see, there's a... problem.
Waiting for something?
Yeah, something like that.
I was thinking of going up there and seeing the motorcade.
The president's coming, you know.
Yeah.
Yeah. So I heard.
The hurt won't last forever, you know.
What?
Whatever is troubling you.
You're young, you'll get through it.
I'm not so sure.
See, I got to be somewhere today;
I'm not so sure I want to be there.
I mean, I don't have to go.
I could stay here. I could stay right here, but...
No. I can't do that.
Something's gonna happen.
Whether I'm there or not, something's gonna happen.
You can't cheat it and you can't wish it away.
Then don't.
Can't run away from your fate.
Might as well go toward it.
Good luck to you.
(panting)
He went where? He said to find Marley.
Look at that. And you let him go?
This is not good.
We've got to call someone.
He made me promise that I wouldn't.
He thinks it's his fate or something.
He thinks the paper needs him to go there.
(computer beeps) Yeah? Well, I don't.
And I didn't promise him anything.
Excuse me, can I use your phone?
Oh, sure. Right here.
Who are you calling?
I'm gonna call 911, and...
Before you do, you might want to look at this.
(hangs up)
(clattering nearby)
(computer beeps)
Well, do you see what you're looking for?
Far as I can tell, not a thing.
Same as it was before, only clearer.
The cat and those three fellas.
MARISSA: There has to be
something.
Something that Snow wanted us to know.
HANRATTY: Snow?
Does he know about me, too?
You know what? There is something. MORRIS: What?
C-Can you zoom into that part
of the picture right there, please? Yeah.
CHUCK: Can you enhance it?
(beeping)
MARISSA: What is it, Chuck?
That face...
I know that face.
Of course we know who it is.
It says right on the picture.
It's Marley.
Marley.
30 years ago.
Can you age him 30 years?
Yeah.
(beeping)
DOBBS: Like a moth to the flame.
Dobbs, listen to me, you got to get out of here.
Look, I know what you're thinking.
The-the gun. Hawks.
I was there, but... And now you're here.
Listen, Dobbs,
we're being set up, you and I, both of us.
Someone's setting us up.
And who might that be?
Marley. J.T. Marley.
He's alive, Dobbs.
No, he isn't.
You got Marley?
No.
You did.
And that isn't Marley.
It's Dobbs.
Are things beginning to fall into place?
That won't do you much good.
It isn't loaded yet.
But now, at least, we have your fingerprints.
Put it down, please.
Now,
may I have my lighter?
MAN (over radio): President's motorcade is making its way toward the city.
The snow has stopped, the weather is clearing.
The president is looking forward
to a great day here in the Windy City.
MARLEY: Hell of a view, wouldn't you say?
What's the matter, cat got your tongue?
Dobbs wouldn't have liked this.
Heights always made him queasy.
That's why he always took the train.
When did he die?
Oh, officially, about an hour ago,
but he's been my guest for the past few days.
Awaiting his moment.
Kind of like you, huh?
Kind of sad to see him go.
We had a history together.
35 years-- cat and mouse.
But,
eventually, everyone comes to their time.
Even me.
About that plane crash you died in--
how'd you make that happen?
Oh, simply a matter of logistics.
Logistics?
When do I become part of your logistics?
Not yet.
It's best for the time of death to be as accurate as possible.
Well, you got it all figured out, don't you?
In my line
of business, one has to.
You had me worried for a while.
I was afraid you might get yourself caught.
What made you so sure I'd show up?
That paper of yours.
I've seen it before, you know.
In Dallas. Lucius Snow.
Must be a burden knowing what's going to happen.
I'm not going to do it, Marley.
Of course not.
You know it and I know it, but no one else will.
Don't be so sure. There's a lot of people
that know you're alive.
Maybe so.
But maybe I'm just a figment
of Dobbs' imagination.
In any case, they'll find you,
and they'll find him.
And they'll see a puzzle that fits.
What about Crumb?
He's gonna find you, Dobbs.
Ah, yes.
Crumb.
I wouldn't worry about him.
(phones ringing)
(sighs)
Something ain't right.
Something just ain't right.
(keyboard clacking)
(beeps)
Oh.
Dobbs.
Taxi!
All right, curb, curb, curb.
Taxi! Whoa!
(indistinct chatter)
(sirens blaring)
What time is it?
The waiting's the hardest part.
Too bad Snow isn't here.
You never met him, did you?
He was completely naive.
Reminds me of you.
He almost stopped you, didn't he?
You tell me.
Okay.
He came to the book depository in Dallas.
He came there 'cause no one else would listen
to what he had to say.
I know how that feels.
When he got there, he found a man with a rifle.
Oswald.
Only Oswald wasn't alone,
was he?
That's your theory.
It was the first time you met Snow, wasn't it?
You introduced yourself.
You gave him your card.
Then you escorted him out
and told him everything was gonna be fine.
A few minutes later, John Kennedy was dead.
My, my.
Only, that's where your logistics fell apart.
'Cause Oswald didn't die, and he was supposed to.
Instead, he ran.
A few months later,
you supposedly died in a plane crash.
Anything else?
Yeah.
Why?
No matter how things are,
someone always wants something changed,
and there's always someone to do it.
Man without a country.
Soul is a country unto itself.
You don't have one.
When I need one, I borrow one.
And then what?
After that, I just throw it away.
Yes, sir, Mr. Mayor, I-I know you want action.
Yes, sir, I... I know who's in town.
The... The eyes of the world are upon us.
Yes, sir.
Same to you.
Get me a car. I'm going down there.
Down where?
Wherever the president's going. Something's gonna happen today.
I-I... I can feel it.
(quietly): What is this?
"Maybe this will explain things."
MAN: Hey!
(dog barking)
What the hell is this? CHUCK: Get your hands off me.
Let him go!
I just need to see Crumb.
Yeah, what you're gonna see
is a bunch of years in jail.
Fine. Lock me up, do whatever you want.
Let me just talk to him for two seconds. That...
Oh, you! Let him go.
This better be good.
Crumb, listen to me. Oh, listen to you?
After you made a fool out of me and my entire department?
All right, forget about that.
It's ancient history. This is about Dobbs.
No. No. No. No. I never want to hear that name again.
Dobbs isn't who you think he is.
Oh, that's news?
Lock him up. What do you mean, lock me up? Hold on.
Wait, please, Detective Crumb.
Just look at this.
What is it?
Just look at it.
What? This is...
Dallas, 1963.
Check out the name.
Oh, no. This is some kind of a trick.
Do you think I'm gonna fall for this?
(explosion)
(people shouting)
All right, leave it! Leave it!
Sergeant, I want every man available.
Where's Hobson?
I promised him I...
Look, wherever he is, that's where Marley is.
All right.
The Randolph Building, 13th floor.
(crowd chatter)
(sirens blaring)
Should we call the Secret Service?
No. No. This guy's mine.
(indistinct chatter)
(sirens blaring)
It's almost time.
History repeats itself.
(distant sirens blare) You don't really think
this is gonna happen, do you, Marley?
You have to admit, it's rather
well-planned.
Well, I'm not so sure.
It seems to me like you made a few mistakes.
Such as? How about Hawks? The letter bomb to Hawks.
You meant to kill him, but you didn't.
True. But it got me you, didn't it?
That's still not what you planned.
You're here, aren't you?
My choice.
Admit it.
These past few days,
you've fantasized squeezing the trigger.
Immortality a heartbeat away.
You've been tempted.
No, I haven't.
Of course you have.
All right, you're so sure, let me have the rifle.
I'll take the shot.
No. I don't think so.
(distant shouting)
(sirens blaring)
Listen, Marley, what you said before
about not having a soul-- that was a lie, wasn't it?
You hear voices of your own, don't you?
(sirens blaring)
You're lost, Marley.
You're drowning in your own logistics.
You're so far gone, you don't even remember
when you were you.
(sirens blaring)
Dobbs, get away from that gun!
Now!
(shot fires)
(groans) (rifle thudding)
(grunts)
(gasps)
(sirens blaring)
CHUCK: It never made the papers.
On the books, it never happened.
Anyone who knew said nothing.
(cat meowing)
(paper thuds against door)
(meows)
They buried Dobbs at Arlington.
Gave Marley an unmarked grave.
Harry Hawks had a park named after him, downtown.
People missed him.
And... things moved on.
Only now, for one man,
things were different.
From now on,
that paper would never be the same.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law. Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.