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(distant shouting)
Sit.
Good boy.
(barks)
What's the matter, Spike?
(meows)
(shudders)
I could see. I could see.
Spike, for a moment, I could see!
(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.
♪
$10,000?!
What, are you nuts?!
An eight-to-one payback, guaranteed.
By who?
By this guy I met.
He imports computer chips from China.
You met where?
At the Technology Expo at McCormick Place.
China, Gare.
Unexplored territory.
But that's not the point.
The point is, it's a chance for me
to start from the ground floor.
Well, not with our profits.
Fine. If it's a no, it's a no.
It's a no. Fine.
Just thought you might have more faith in your partner.
Look, I-I've told you this a thousand times.
I-I've already got an investment,
and that's McGinty's, period.
Is that all you aspire to?
Running a gin joint for your whole life?
Correction, I run the joint, you run around saving the world.
And you help me.
Exactly. I'm living in your shadow.
Oh, come on.
No! Gare, this is a chance for me to make my mark.
Well, what do you say?
What do I say?
We're here.
Where?
Let's see, the armored car
comes around that corner, it goes too fast,
hits another car, holds up traffic for hours.
Armored car as in money armored car?
Uh, yeah.
It's old bills.
They take them out of circulation.
They're burning bills?
Let me see that. Hey.
Come on, Gary.
No look, no help.
For Pete's sake.
Thank you.
CHUCK: "Yesterday, at Hartnett and Third, the armored car
"toppled on its side, spilling approximately
four million big ones."
Hey, Chuck. What?
That-that girl that I-I started seeing last year
when I started getting the paper,
that's her.
Oh, the one you could never find?
Yeah.
I'd see her everywhere, and then she'd-she'd just disappear.
She'd ju...
She had something to do with the paper, Chuck.
I know it.
Go get her, man!
I can't; I got this.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
I can handle it. Let me do it.
I'm sick and tired of being the second banana.
You never give me a shot.
And it's a perfect opportunity.
Hey!
(car horns blaring, tires screeching in distance)
(crash)
(people shouting in distance)
WOMAN: Can you believe it?!
(people shouting excitedly)
(car horns blaring)
(mouthing)
CHUCK: Look, it wasn't my fault.
I stepped in the street, I waved my arms,
and the truck swerved to avoid hitting me.
It was meant to be. It was fate.
All right.
Nobody got hurt.
They could have. Yeah, but they didn't.
Hey, you guys hear what happened
over on Hartnett a little while ago?
Yes. Yes. Hey, can I have a cup of coffee, please?
GARY: Look, the-the point of the matter is, you blew it.
CHUCK: You're forgetting something, pal.
I went out of my way to do you a favor, okay?
I'm the one that could've gotten hurt.
Lots of luck getting that money back.
It's a feeding frenzy out there.
People are snatching up cash like monkeys grabbing peanuts.
You didn't.
What?
I'm insulted.
You t...
Hey, Hobson. Hey.
Marissa needs you in the office.
She says it's important.
What's... what is it?
I don't know. Ask her.
I saw something.
All right, Marissa, slow down.
I can't. Marissa.
I saw something, Gary.
Well, if-if you saw something, that's-that's incredible.
I know it is, but it happened!
I'm sure of it!
All right, well, Marissa...
All right, well, tell me what happened.
Okay. I was out for a walk,
and then there was light and shapes.
Gary, I'm telling you, for a moment, I was actually seeing.
Marissa, is, is that possible?
I don't know.
But it happened.
It happened for a few seconds, and then it was... it was dark.
And... gosh, my hands are still shaking.
Gary, what do I do?
THOMAS: Well, this is all quite something, isn't it?
MARISSA: Yes, it is.
Did you find something?
Now, of course, this is only a preliminary...
(clears throat)
But you found something, right?
There's nothing, Marissa.
Your condition's unchanged.
Your physical indications
are what they've always been.
There's no sign of any...
That can't be.
I saw something.
Marissa,
vision is-is a very complex thing.
It-it's not a switch that turns on and off.
You know, we, we see
in our dreams, in our imaginations.
But I wasn't dreaming!
I saw something.
It was,
it was bright.
It was a letter.
A letter.
Can I have a pen and paper, please?
I remember
in elementary school
we had to learn the alphabet by their shapes.
And I'm not quite sure what letter it is, but...
There is no such letter.
Well, what are you talking about?
It's, uh...
It's not a letter.
THOMAS: Marissa,
has there been anything unusual in your life?
Something, uh, especially stressful?
You don't believe me!
Well, now, I-I didn't say that.
You don't have to!
But I know what happened, and I saw something.
GARY: Marissa, wait, now.
I can't wait. I have things to do.
Well, listen, he's just telling you what he knows.
That's not what I heard!
What I heard was condescending,
as if I were a child with some imaginary friend.
It's a professional opinion, that's all.
Opinions I don't need, Gary.
I need someone who's going to believe me.
Do you believe me?
Well, do you?
Well, I want to.
I-I do. I...
Well, that's a start.
Well, wait a second. I'll walk you home.
All right.
♪
Victor?
It's me, Fishman.
Geez.
Why don't you turn on some lights around here?
What, are you trying to save money?
Victor?
Oh.
Hi.
I'm looking for, uh, Victor Buena Vista.
Hey, thanks a lot, pal.
(chuckles)
(TV playing softly)
Victor?
Victor, I got the money.
Ten G's.
Don't ask me how I got it.
Even if I told you, you'd never believe me.
Vic?
Oh.
Must be some game, huh?
What, did you put money on it?
Huh? Vic...
(gasps): Vic?
(whimpers)
Vic.
(knocking at door)
(knocking continues)
You're early.
CHUCK: It's not the cat!
It's me! Open up!
(knocking)
How you doing?
Oh, man, I'm in trouble.
What's her name?
Very funny. I spend the night out in the street,
and you give me stand-up.
I saw a guy get murdered last night.
What?
Not only that...
...the guy who did it saw me.
(paper thuds against door)
Don't get it!
It might be him!
(cat meows)
(purring)
Oh, the cat.
(cat meows)
So, uh, what happened?
Well, remember that guy I told you about?
I went to go see him yesterday.
Yeah, the...
You took that money?
You let an armored car crash on purpose?
No! I tried to stop it,
I swear!
All right, the truth is...
truth is that sometimes
I let my subconscious get a little overactive, okay?
It just happened. It, it was like fate.
I needed $10,000
and $10,000 just happened to appear in my hands.
They were gonna incinerate the bills anyway.
Fate?
Are we gonna sit here and argue
about some petty larceny crime, or...
are we gonna deal with the fact that my life is in danger?
(panting)
It was... horrible.
All right, all right, you-you say that
this-this guy, whoever he is, you say he saw you?
Yeah, nose-to-nose, chin-to-chin.
I'm toast.
It's here.
It is?
What does it say? Read it to me.
"The body of a local businessman
"was pulled from the water
"near the docks late yesterday afternoon.
"The deceased was identified as Victor Buena Vista,
"an import-export trader known to have syndicate ties.
Police are calling the death a mob-style execution."
The mob?
Boy, you, you sure know how to, how to pick a business partner.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
He wasn't killed at the docks. He was killed in his office.
I saw him.
Unless they...
came back and moved the body.
Which means they could be watching me.
Oh, my God.
Wait. Now, just take it easy, would ya?
Oh, my God.
Gary...
I'm... I'm...
I'm not toast. I'm bacon.
The mob, huh?
What kind of business was this guy in?
Computer chips from China.
Drugs. No, it's legit.
I even saw the merchandise.
I bought a laptop from the guy.
You know, these guys always got legitimate covers.
And they're always looking for patsies, too.
So, how come, how come this wasn't on the news?
(sighs)
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Okay, so now what?
You go downtown.
Uh-uh. No way. Uh-uh.
Wait. Look, you gotta go downtown.
You witness a crime, it's the law.
Correction. It's my life, okay?
I know what happens when these guys get your number.
I am staying right here.
All right.
Where are you going?
GARY: I'm going down to the library
to get some research for Marissa.
Oh, so you're leaving me now, huh?
Well, yeah. She needs me.
I'm gonna...
I need you!
Hey, I'll take him down, Hobson.
Thank you very much.
And listen, would you listen to the man, please?
Please. I'll be back in an hour.
(sighs)
I'm doomed.
I had such a promising future.
Wait a minute.
There's always witness protection.
(scoffs)
You're better off buying yourself a fake mustache.
You think I blend in?
Yeah, if it was Halloween.
You're making me nuts here! At the rate we're going,
we're not even gonna get to my car
until sometime tomorrow afternoon.
I can't do this. I can't tell on 'em.
I'll be a marked man.
From what you said, you're already a marked man.
At least this way, the cops'll be able to identify the body.
Oh... Why is this happening to me?
It's your karma.
Bad things got a way of catching up with you.
You reap what you sow.
You believe that?
In your case, absolutely.
(horn honks)
MAN: Hey, what are you doing?!
CHUCK: But I mean,
you can change your karma, right?
I mean, by doing a good deed,
you can make a difference?
I forgot the rulebook.
Wait here.
(horn honks) MAN: Watch out, lady!
Don't worry, lady.
Hold it! Hold it!
(horn honks, tires screech)
MAN: Hey, buddy! (horn blares)
After you.
DRIVER: Moron!
Wait a minute. Slow down!
(tires screech) MAN: What are you doing?!
Slow down. Relax. (horn honks)
You're very kind.
Don't mention it. Just doing my bit.
You got that?!
WOMAN: What's your name?
Fishman. Chuck Fishman.
F-I-s-h-m-a-n!
Fishman! Okay?
Fishman. Right.
You're certifiable, you know that?
Hide me!
What?
CHUCK: That guy, look at him.
He's a hit man.
Fishman, are you coming down to the police station or not?
Not!
(door shuts)
All right.
This is, it's all I could find.
So now what-what do we look for?
Case histories.
Any record of people blind from birth regaining sight.
Listen, have you ever heard of this happening before?
Yeah, in the Bible.
I didn't bring that.
Hmm. Look, if it happened at all, I want to know.
I mean, if there's any way that I can convince my doctor
that it's possible, then maybe he'll believe my story.
Maybe there are more tests we can do.
What?
Well, it's just I...
Look, I don't want you to get your hopes up about something...
Stop.
I can pretty much guess what my doctor said to you,
and I can tell you right now that he's wrong about me.
Sure, it would be nice to see.
I used to dream about it all the time when I was a little girl,
but I like my life.
And I saw something.
And I want to know why.
Why me?
Why me?!
Would you get a hold of yourself?
Sure, that's easy for you to say.
You're not the one who's being hunted down.
You know, you can't go on like this.
You're gonna have to get help. You realize that?
Help? That's a joke.
The cops can't help me. No one can.
(knocking at door)
Don't open that!
(groans, grunts)
MARISSA: Gary?
Yeah?
Gary?
Sorry.
Chuck's being a little bit paranoid right now.
Oh.
Better safe than, uh, whatever.
Oh. And how are you doing, Chuck?
Oh, I'm terrified. And how are you, Marissa?
Well, I checked the Internet.
There was no help there.
Um, seems that there are no other recorded cases
of vision recurrence like mine.
And I guess I just wished it all.
Are, are, are you sure?
I mean, you, you were sure that you, uh...
I'm not too sure about anything right now.
Yeah, well, that makes two of us.
How could I be so stupid?!
That's what I was wondering.
Gary...
CHUCK: No, he's right.
I put my money on the wrong horse,
and it wasn't even my money!
Well, what do you mean, it wasn't your money?
He's talking about the armored car accident.
You took money from that?
It was only ten G's.
$10,000?! That's robbery, Chuck!
I lost it at the murder scene.
Does that make up for any of it?
No.
I didn't think so.
(sighs)
Crumb says you reap what you sow.
If that's the case, I'd hate to be me at harvest time.
It's a little late for remorse, don't you think?
I really did it this time.
Here, take this.
What's this?
It's a St. Jude's medal.
My grandmother gave it to me.
St. Jude?
Patron saint of hopeless cases.
Give it a try. You never know.
Hopeless cases.
(sighs)
That'll fit.
Hey, where you going?
I'm gonna take a drive.
It's harder to catch a moving target.
Keep that couch warm for me, huh?
Hey. Hey!
(cat meowing and growling)
(cat meows)
(paper thuds against door)
(splutters)
(mewing)
Chuck.
WOMAN: His name's
Chuck Fishman, and he's been kidnapped?
Look, I told you this already. His car door was wide open.
He hasn't been seen since last night.
Any ransom note?
No, it's not that kind of kidnapping.
What kind of kidnapping is it?
It's the kind of kidnapping where you're, you're found
floating in the river after three days.
That kind of kidnapping.
What have you done to my office?
It's not your office anymore.
And it's called "taste."
(scoffs) GARY: If you could file
a missing persons report... Not till tomorrow.
Don't touch that!
Well, tomorrow's gonna be
a little too late! What makes you
so sure your friend's in trouble?
Maybe he's just hanging out somewhere.
Wouldn't be the first time.
I know how you guys are.
He witnessed a murder Tuesday night
of Victor Buena Vista.
I see.
That's "I see" as in, "I see a way to clear up
a front-page case and get myself a promotion."
Your friend witnessed Victor Buena Vista's murder?
Yeah. Well, no, not exactly. He...
Well, he saw the body, and it was after the murder.
At the docks?
No, at Buena Vista Imports.
I see. CRUMB: That's...
"I see" as in, "This conversation
is wasting my time."
Forensics has been all over Buena Vista Imports.
Clean as a whistle.
Sorry, Crumb, but I'm seeing nothing here
to tie your missing bar boy into the case.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks for nothing.
Come on, let's go.
They're not gonna look for him, are they?
What can they do anyway?
Check out every Dumpster in the city of Chicago?
(sighs) Look, let's face it, if the mob's got him,
it's gonna be hard to find him anyway.
At least in one piece.
Maybe he lost his nerve, and he took off for the hills.
Oh, without telling us?
Well, why don't you just look in that crystal ball of yours
or whatever it is that you do?
Oh, thanks a lot.
All right, look, I'm gonna go back
and rattle a few more cages.
I might be a has-been, but I still know a trick or two.
Thanks.
Hey, I like the little guy, too, you know?
Well, "like" is a little strong a word.
Just-just try to find him, would you, please?
I'll try to find him.
Help!
Finally.
Thought you forgot all about me.
Listen, I need to see the man in charge.
I'm willing to make a deal.
(groans)
I won't say another word
about anything that I saw... or-or didn't see, actually,
'cause I didn't see anything, but...
Listen, if you let me go,
I'll forget all about this kidnapping business.
Another five minutes, and the offer is withdrawn!
Come on, man!
Come on, just give me a clue.
I'll take it from there.
'Scuse me.
I'm not gonna do that again.
(groans)
♪
(billiard balls clacking)
Marissa, I found it.
Found what?
The drawing that you made down-downtown
at Franklin and Randolph... I found it.
I mean, it's just a sketch of what you drew...
Gary, please don't do this.
I know you want to help, but, uh, this isn't the way.
No, no, I found it. I've got it.
Gary, look, I don't know what you're doing,
but I know how it feels.
So let's just forget it.
What are you talking about?
Well, in the first place,
I wasn't at Randolph and Franklin that morning.
I was down by the lake.
I went there again today.
I sat on the same bench,
and I asked someone to tell me what he could see.
There was nothing but water!
(blues music playing)
What did you find?
I looked through the file on Buena Vista.
The guy's got a record as long as Aunt Tillie's nose.
He dealt with every family in the city.
So I talked to my people, and we figure
it's got to be the Rosarios.
Oh, good. Then we go see them.
Are you kidding?
Rosarios are big business now.
They'll never cop to a murder.
They've even got their own trademark.
You know that thing with the back-to-back R's?
If we're gonna find Fishman, we have to find him on our own.
What kind of business did you say they were in?
Well, shipping, mostly.
But, uh, they...
Marissa, you were wrong.
Oh, Gary, don't do this.
Listen to me.
I need you to tell me everything that you saw.
I already did.
No, I want you to tell me everything exactly.
Please.
I was out.
I was facing out, toward the water.
And suddenly everything was different.
Um... I could hardly bear it,
it was so, uh,
guess you would say bright.
And then everything changed,
and it got very dark.
Very dark.
And I don't know what it was, but it was that shape.
(ship horn blows in distance)
And it was, it was moving, like, um, floating.
And that's it. That's everything.
Do we have to do this?
Was there anything else?
No.
Except for a sound.
A whistle, a horn.
A ship's horn?
That could have been it.
Could have been what?
She saw a boat.
MARISSA: A tugboat.
A tugboat makes that sound.
So?
The docks.
That's where they found Buena Vista, the docks.
That's where he is, isn't he?
I knew there was a reason.
Oh, not this mumbo-jumbo again.
Now you think Fishman's on a boat?
I'll call the police. No, no, don't do that.
They-they won't help. We're gonna do it.
On some heebie-jeebie hunch?
It's not a hunch, Crumb. It's something
more than that. It... Stop.
I don't want to know. Marissa,
you keep things running here.
We'll call you if we need help.
Come on, Crumb, let's go.
Ask me, we already need help.
CRUMB: Okay, we found it.
Now what?
Now we get Chuck.
Well, wait a minute, wait a minute.
This-this is not like snatching
some little old biddy out of traffic.
These people are serious.
What we got to do is, we got to hang around here
till some of those guys leave.
Believe me, if Fishman's still alive,
this will give us our best shot.
GARY: Come on, Crumb, we can't wait much longer.
We shouldn't have to; there's only one guy left.
Well, then let's go.
You remember the plan?
Yeah, I remember the p...
Hey, this is gonna work, huh?
Maybe.
Well, that's very reassuring.
Come on, let's go.
GARY: Excuse me.
The, uh, Captain here?
Captain's not here.
We're with the Port Authority Commission.
Harbor safety.
We got a report that your boat here,
it's not up to code.
What code?
2706... faulty wiring.
Could be a fire hazard.
That's bull.
Hey, you got a problem with that,
why don't you call the Rosarios?
Interrupt their dinner. They love that sort of thing.
Look-look, all we need to do is
we need to get into the wheelhouse.
It'll only take a second, then we're out of your hair.
All right, come on board.
(quietly): Told you it'd work.
All right, this doesn't look too bad.
This shouldn't take long to check out.
Hey, where's the other guy?
Don't worry about him.
Just let me do my job.
You can't be too careful with these old tugs.
I tell you, I still don't like this wiring up here, though.
When was the last time
this was checked out? It looks corroded.
It's just a hobby.
(blues music plays)
(phone ringing)
Gary?
(man speaks indistinctly over phone)
Oh, uh, no, that-that's right.
This is McGinty's.
We're open till 1:00.
Gary.
(whispers): Chuck! Gare!
Where have you been?
How you doing?
I-I'll be fine once you get this thing off of me.
CRUMB: Don't bother.
Probably just have to put them right back on again.
How come he didn't get cuffs?
Oh, I guess they weren't expecting a crowd.
When does the backup arrive?
What backup?
What back... You didn't call backup?
What kind of cop are you?
CRUMB: A retired cop.
Cut it out, will you?
Well, who knows we're here?
You didn't tell anyone?
Yes, I did.
Who?
Marissa.
Come on, Gary, call.
Please call.
(meowing)
(purrs)
(purring)
CHUCK: No one's gonna find us here.
CRUMB: Shut up, Fishman.
Well, at least this thing ain't going anywhere.
(engine rumbling)
You had to say that, didn't you?!
You just had to say it!
Think you could knock that off?
I can't help it. This thing is killing me.
Ow!
Now I'm gonna need skin grafts!
Where we're going, you're not gonna need anything.
Listen, will you two quit it so we can get out of here?
I'm game. How?
Yeah.
I don't know.
Gary?
Gary, are you here?
WOMAN: 911 emergency.
Hello, police?
I'd like to report a...
(cat meows)
911, emergency.
Hello?
I'll call back.
Cat?
(meows)
What are you doing here?
(cat whines)
Oh, God.
(meows)
God.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me, I need someone to help me, please.
Could someone help me, please?
There may not be much time!
Please!
Anyone.
(engine humming)
This is all my fault.
You can say that again.
If I ever get out of here, I'm gonna change.
I swear, I'll be good.
People will go, "There goes Chuck Fishman,
friend of orphans and little old ladies."
Would somebody just shoot me now?
CHUCK: Gary,
there's something I never told you before.
You remember when you,
you found your Walkman last year all smashed and mangled, and
you didn't know what happened?
That was me.
Well, that's-that's all right.
And that hundred dollar bill you left on your dresser
and when you came back, you couldn't find it?
You took that?
Why?
I'm a heel.
And yet, you remain my friend.
Oh, that's-that's all right.
That's okay.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, Gare,
I love you, man.
I really love you.
I love you, too.
Crumb?
No, don't start on me, now.
You're really a very special person.
Hobson, you better figure a way to get us out of here.
'Cause I'm going to strangle this guy.
I'm trying, believe me. CHUCK: The two of you
are two of the most special people in the world.
If we could just find something to pick this lock.
I am so lucky.
Who am I kidding? This is hopeless. I feel so grateful
to have known both of you.
Bu... Hopeless?
CHUCK: Hopeless.
Hopeless cases.
Hope... less.
Would this come in handy?
I don't believe it.
This just might work.
What is that?
It's, uh... Marissa's St. Jude medal.
(chuckling)
(thudding and squeaking)
What does that mean?
We're out of gas.
(whispering): Hey.
You hear anything? (hull creaking)
This is just a guess. I don't think it's a good sign.
Well, there's nobody here.
You mean, we've just been drifting all this time?
Yeah, looks that way.
Well, start this baby up, and let's get home!
(engine sputters)
Hey, like I said, no juice.
Well, maybe the, uh, the radio.
Whoops.
Lord, I know we haven't been speaking for the past few days,
and maybe we should have, but I need another miracle.
I know it sounds selfish, but I told Gary
that I believe there's a reason for all of this.
And I still believe that there is.
So, here I am.
You let me see once, Father.
And I thank You for that.
Please let me see again.
(paper rustling)
Please...
Please let me see.
(grunts)
How awful.
Excuse me?
Sorry.
I was just reading this story in your paper
about a sunken tugboat.
Tugboat?
Can you read it to me, please?
Sure.
Are you okay?
I am now.
(beeping) CHUCK: Tell me that isn't what I think it is.
I think there's something you guys should know right now.
I can't swim.
CHUCK: Four minutes and 25 seconds
and counting.
Listen, Crumb-Crumb, you got to...
You got to disarm this.
How? What do you mean, how?
You-you go to the movies, don't you?
You-you snip the wires. The red one.
That's what they did in Air Force One.
Fishman, you see any wires on this thing?
This is digilatized! This is state of the art.
You mess with this, we blow.
All right, well, there-there's got to be
a-a life raft, or, uh, something like that.
We've been all over this scow. There's no life raft,
there's no nothing.
Hey! What about this?
CRUMB: What? Three of us on one life preserver?
You kidding me? This thing could hold a tank.
All right, so we swim.
Have a nice day.
All of us.
Well, you don't understand, Hobson. I... Come on, Crumb.
No... We'll hold you up.
Go on, the both of you's, get out of here. Start swimming.
There's something you don't understand: If you don't go,
I don't go; if I don't go, he doesn't go; it's one for all,
and all for one. If I go, will you shut up right now?
Yes!
I'll go.
It is a far, far better thing I've done today than ever
I have done before.
Can we just go?!
Yeah, all right, all right.
One... One... Two... Two...
(boat horn blows) MAN: Prepare to be boarded.
Wait!
Prepare to be boarded.
CHUCK: Marissa.
Hey...!
I don't believe it.
It's Marissa.
(beeping)
NEWSCASTER: Here's that dramatic photo taken earlier today
by a crewman on the rescue vessel
moments after saving three men from a death trap
set by organized crime.
Police say today's series of events have led to arrests
all in connection with the murder of Victor Buena Vista.
They're also pursuing other leads
linking today's events to the mob. Yeah!
(broadcast stops) Hey.
You know how it ends. Good guy wins.
Yeah. I just wanted to hear my name mentioned one more time.
Charles Fishman?
Yeah?
I represent the law firm of Guilder & Smith.
Earlier this week, you helped an old woman across the street.
So?
Well, that woman is a client of ours.
That bag lady?
Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
The rest of the time she's Mrs. Camilla Danforth.
Wait. Camilla Danforth, the, uh, department store heiress?
The same.
She's a bag lady?
Mrs. Danforth likes to walk the city unobserved
in search of the needy and deserving.
She asked me to give you this.
It's not ticking.
If you'll just sign here.
Good day. Yeah.
Take care.
What is it?
I don't know, but I'm sure it's something good.
Well, just open it, Fishman.
It's a Bible.
(laughing)
Hmm...
What is that?
It's a... It's a check.
Well, for how much?
$100,000...?
$100,000?
Well, what's that... What's the card say?
"Dear Mr. Fishman,
"I'm sure you'll use this for a worthy cause.
"The world needs more good people like you.
Camilla Danforth."
Whoa! She got the wrong guy there!
(laughing) Woo-hoo!
No, she didn't. She's right.
I said I'm going to change, and I am.
What?
I need to think.
Is he serious?
You never can tell with him.
(meowing)
(horn honking)
(honking horn)
Well, this is it.
This is it.
So, you're really going to do it, huh? Absolutely.
I'm supposed to put that money to good use,
and that's what I intend to do.
In L.A.?
L.A.'s the place.
Fishman Productions.
Wholesome family entertainment.
You're joking.
No. I even got my first idea.
It's going to be about a guy who gets tomorrow's news today.
You've got to be kidding.
No. And he has this friend, this, uh, sidekick,
this second banana who, uh, is an incredible pain in the butt.
What do you think?
What do I think?
It'll never float.
It's Hollywood, baby.
Good-bye, Marissa.
Who am I going to argue with, Chuck?
There's always the cat.
Hmm. Oh!
And, uh, don't forget this.
It came in, uh, incredibly handy.
Appreciate the loan.
You're welcome.
Oh, you'll be fine. We'll... we'll-we'll see each other.
I mean, you know, we'll talk. We-we've got the phone.
Yeah. You got my cell phone number? Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I got your number. You get in trouble, you give me a call.
If you need me, I got your back, you know that?
Yeah, yeah.
Listen, uh...
about that, uh, second banana thing,
you know, you-you were never second banana.
I appreciate it.
(sighing)
I'll miss you, buddy.
Okay...
I'm leaving now.
Bye, Chuck.
I'm going.
Bye, McGinty's.
I'll-I'll call you when I get there, okay?
I may stop in Vegas first.
Arrivederci.
Wow.
So he's really gone, huh?
GARY: Yeah.
I have a feeling, though, he's never going to be too far away.
Hey, how are you, uh, you know, about, uh...
My sight? Yeah.
Well, it's still the same.
You know, I don't know, Gary, maybe, um...
maybe I did just imagine that tugboat,
or-or maybe I really did have a vision, like in the Bible.
Hmm...
What?
Nothing. It's just that, uh... you had a vision, and...
he got his sight.
Maybe.
Buy you a cup of coffee?
Sure. Why not?
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