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(Dove cooing)

(Jackhammer rattling
in distance)

Thats good enough.

Yeah.

Right there.

No. No.

(Siren wailing in distance)

I think if I were a human being,
ID like to live on the street

and-and sell books on a table
over there.

Of course, I wouldnt charge
very much money.

Just enough to pay for my food
and my apartment.

Oh, and then theres clothes,
I suppose,

and-and of course
thered be taxes

and gas and electric.

How does anybody
lead a simple life

when its all
so compli... cated?

Monica?

(Horn honks in distance)

Excuse me.

Did you happen to see
someone I was walking with

a minute ago, about so tall,

long reddish-brown hair,
beautiful smile?

Thank you.
Youre very observant.

Monica, where did you go?

I was just looking
at this table.

Do you think we could use
something like this

in our next assignment?

Whats the matter?

I-I dont know.

One minute you were there,

and then, all of a sudden,
you werent.

And I knew you had
to be somewhere,

but I didnt know where.

I felt... I felt...

-Abandoned.
-Abandoned.

And confused and upset

and even a little angry with you
for leaving me.

Im sorry, Gloria, but...

This was very upsetting.

I know.

And im really sorry.

But do you see that man
with the shovel?

His name is Mike,
and hes 21 years old.

But when he was five,
he ran into his kitchen

in his pajamas, looking to have
breakfast with his daddy,

but his daddy was gone,

and Mike hasnt seen
his father since.

Gloria:
I felt abandoned for a minute.

Hes had 16 years.

Okay, guys, lets go to lunch!

Mike!

16 years for the ones
who were left behind.

16 years for the one who left.

And we are here
for all of them, Gloria.

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

-There you go.
-Thank you.

Thanks.

Mmm, that smells good.

See you later, Allison.

-Michael.
-(Chuckles) Hey, mom.

What are you doing here?

Im working
the street over there.

-You never work downtown.
-I know.

But I got to thinking,
if we both worked downtown,

then we can, uh, carpool
and have lunch together,

and I can keep an eye on you.

I can handle myself.

Yeah, well, I already
got the transfer,

-so youre stuck with me.
-No, no.

I will not have my son
hanging around babysitting me.

I see enough of you already.

Which reminds me,
you left the milk out

on the table again,
so you buy the next one.

Fine.

And as for this transfer,

-i-i love you, but...
-(Car alarm chirps)

Ha! Got him.

Thats a junior partner
at that new law firm

in the corporate towers.

(Groans)

You know, you cannot make
every lawyer in Denver

pay for what one man did.

You know, do you think that
we could get through one meal

without you bringing that up?

Not until you tell me about dad.

Weve been through this.

Yeah, which is
what you always say.

And thats what
ill keep saying.

If you really want to figure out
your life, Michael,

youll stop turning
a summer job into a lifestyle

and go to college
like you promised.

Cant hear you.

Got to get back to work, sorry.

Come back here.

(Jazz music playing faintly
over headphones)

And stop listening to that jazz.

(Sighs)

Jazz.

Music with a strong
but rhythmic under-structure

with solo
and ensemble improvisations

on basic tunes
and chord patterns.

What could Allison
possibly object to?

For some people,
jazz is more than music.

Its a way of life.

And its the key
to your assignment.

We have some homework to do.

Man:
Hey, good morning, Chris.

Woman:
Hey, hows it going? Morning.

(Chuckles)

All right.

I havent heard this
particular gentlemans music,

but im told its the best thing
liberaces ever done.

Hey.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Mike, this is Monica.

Shes with
the city inspectors office.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Um, is Jerry here?

Uh, no, Jerry called in sick,

so I am playing foreman
this week.

Oh. Well, we just had a call
from a concerned local merchant

about where youre digging, and
I need to compare the site plan

with the gas main plans.

I dont have them.

-Theyre in Jerrys truck.
-I could probably find

what I need on
the city planners web site

if I could get on the Internet.

Uh, theres a cyber café
right over there.

And they have computers
you can use.

Oh, great. Uh, Mike, why dont
you take Monica over there,

cause ive got
to get the guys working.

Monica: So were linked up
to the city planners web site.

Now to narrow it down
to this block.

There. And it shows no gas lines
where youre working.

Theres nothing to worry about.

Ah, youre pretty good
on this thing.

I tried to look something up
on the Internet once,

but I didnt get very far.

Really? What was it?
Maybe I can help.

Oh, its a missing person,
actually.

Could you try Simon k. Miller?

Shouldnt you be working?

Oh, um, I am.

Uh, this is Monica;
Shes from the city inspectors.

Shes just making sure we dont
blow up the neighborhood.

Ah, very important.

Just doing my job.

Im gonna be late for lunch.

Im working the towers.

Yeah, where else?

Ill meet you there around 1:00.

Okay.

(Sighs)

She hates that place.

My dad used to work there.

And would that happen
to be Simon Miller?

Yeah.

(Jazz music playing)

(Laughs)

Whats so funny?

Thats the weirdest coincidence.
This is the Ramsey Lewis trio.

Its the same album
that I have on here.

Ah, so you like jazz?

I love it.

A friend of mine is selling
old jazz records

out on the street.

-Oh, you mean that girl
at the table out there? -Mm-hmm.

So, can you tell me
something else

about your dad to help me
narrow down the search?

Uh, well, he, um...

He up and left me and my mom
when I was a kid,

and she doesnt really like
to talk about it,

so I dont know that much about
him, except that hes a lawyer

and, uh, he was born
in chattanooga.

This might take a while.

Ill wait outside.

Okay.

First I had them
sorted by color,

and then I-I had them
sorted by artist,

and I still couldnt figure out
where to put this.

"Lorne Greene sings bonanza"?

Artist or color-- see?

Mike, I found something;
Its not very much.

Well, what?

Well, there was
a Simon k. Miller

in the Denver bar association
up until ten years ago.

Then he never shows up again,

not in any bar association
in the country.

Huh.

He also has some unclaimed

disability checks
waiting for him,

and thats all I could find.

Disability?

Oh, it must be
another Simon Miller.

Simon k. Miller.
Simon k. Miller.

Where did I just see that name?

Gloria, doesnt that name
ring a bell?

Oh! Oh, yes.

Yes, of course it does.

Its here somewhere.

Here it is.

Simon k.
And the chattanooga express.

Look.

"All compositions
by Simon k. Miller."

Is that who you want?

Yeah.

Dad only went into law because
his parents wanted him to.

All he wanted to do
was play jazz.

He started this band
when he was in college.

They played a lot
of local dances.

Thats how I met him.

Why didnt you tell me?

Because thats
how we lost him, too.

All he wanted to do
was play music.

Jazz was an obsession
with him.

He didnt want US, Mike.

And I couldnt bring myself
to tell you that-- im sorry.

Do you know where he is?

Last I heard,
he was touring in Europe,

and that was ten years ago.

Honey, you have got
to stop looking for him.

Its only gonna
break your heart.

And I dont want to see that
in the house.

(Scoffs softly)

Im just never
gonna understand you.

(Jazz music playing)

Hes wonderful.

Yeah, he is.

(Music stops)

Hey.

Its my album.

No, its not; I just bought it.

I dont care if you bought it,
its my album.

Just... just calm down, Simon.

Now, give the nice young man
his record back, okay?

But its my album.

Simon.

Wait.

Is this really you?

Are-are you Simon Miller?

Whos asking?

Well, im...

Im a fan.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

Here you go.

Plain black coffee.

I dont owe you nothing--
you got that?

Yeah, its on me.

I dont usually look
like this, you know.

Like what?

Like this.

Im just between gigs
at the moment.

So that really is you
on the cover?

You are Simon Miller?

Could be.

You know, they have
sandwiches here.

Do you want a sandwich?

I dont take charity.

Let me get you one.

Uh, hey.

Can I get a menu?

Waitress:
Oh, sure, coming right up.

So...

Whats it like to play
in a jazz club like this?

I mean, it must be
pretty awesome.

Jazz is all about
letting the music

take you where it wants to go.

Sometimes you
just dont come back.

Hey, are you... are you married?

Whats that got to do
with anything?

I was just curious--
youre wearing a wedding ring.

The truth is that im trying
to figure out some things

about my own life right now,
and one of my questions is

about who my dad is,
and if you are Simon Miller,

youre him.

Im your son.

I dont want to talk
to you right now.

Im late.

Ive got a gig.

I said, I dont want

to talk to you now.

And no lawyers.

No!

-(Horn honking,
tires screeching) -Oh!

Woman (over P.A.):
Dr. Clooney to the pharmacy.

(Deep exhale)

Um, the doctor said theres
no internal injury,

just minor cuts and bruises,
but thanks for coming.

Youre welcome.

You know that outburst your
father had at the coffee shop?

It seems to have had
all the characteristics

of paranoid schizophrenia.

Well, thats what
the nurses tried to say.

I guess hes been here before,

but I dont buy it, all right?

We had a perfectly
normal conversation.

A person with schizophrenia can
have very lucid moments, Mike,

and lead a normal life
with the proper treatment.

Its important that you see
your father for who he is.

Thats the best way to help him.

Just because he lives on the
streets doesnt automatically

make him some sort
of a mental case.

Hes homeless and hes scared.

Thats all.

Nurse:
Excuse me.

Mr. Doren?

We try to get Simon back
on his meds every time

he comes in, but its
impossible to get him up

to the proper levels
without consistent treatment,

and once he leaves,
we cant keep track of him.

And he really needs
this medicine?

Yes, he does.

Okay, well, ill make sure
he takes it.

Good luck.

Simon just went a.M.A. Again.

Wait, what?

Against medical advice.

He walked out.

I didnt even get a chance
to medicate him this time.

Sorry.

Well, they cant keep him in
the hospital against his will.

Yeah, and from the sound of it,
hell be back.

I just wish I knew
where he went in the meantime.

Andrew:
Mike?

Hey, hows your dad?

I dont know.

He ran away from the hospital.

Why dont you take the rest
of the day off?

Oh, thanks, Andrew.

Whats a gig?
Didnt he say he had a gig?

Yeah, its
a musicians word for a job,

but, uh, I mean, hes hardly
in any shape to perform.

Maybe he believes
hes gonna perform.

Come on, I have an idea.

This place is the bane
of my existence.

Its-its ugly,
the design is flawed,

and its full of lawyers.

What have you got
against lawyers?

My sons father was a lawyer.

You mean your husband.

Not my husband anymore.

Then why are you still wearing
that wedding band?

(Car door closes)

Ha!

Lexus, one oclock.

Looks like all the old jazz
clubs in town are gone.

The moonshadows a parking lot.

The gardenia is
a Greek restaurant.

How about that place?

(Typing)

(Computer beeps)

"Profile room."

Oh.

The address is
a few blocks away.

Curious decor.

They must have
an interesting clientele.

-The club is closed, Gloria.
-Oh.

Ill bet no ones set foot
in there for more than...

Simon:
Go away.

Go away.

(Simon grunting)

Go away, please go away.

Go away.

Please go away.

I cant talk now.

Please.

(Groaning)

No...

(Crying):
Go away, go away.

Please go away.

(Echoing):
Theyre coming for you, Simon.

Theyre trying to hurt you.

Just as before.

Lawyer: We told you,
if they found you...

All:
Wed never leave.

No, no, you cant
take it from me.

Its mine.

Its mine!

No, dont.

Dont take it away from me!

No, dont take it away!
(Crying)

Dont take it away from me.

Please!

No, dont.

Dont take it away

from me.

Its mine!

-No, dont take it away from me,
please. -Whats he doing?

Dad.

Can you hear me?

Monica:
Hes hallucinating, Mike.

He doesnt even know
that were here.

Simon:
Go away.

Lawyer:

Si

mon.

You stand accused

of crimes
against the corporate order.

But its not my fault.

It wasnt me.

You know what must be done.

Monica:
Simon?

Simon Miller?

Who... who are you?

My name is Monica.

Im an angel
and im here to help you.

An angel?

Angel... angel,

theyre trying to take
my music away from me.

Theyre-theyre taking my...

Listen to me.

This place, these voices,
they are not real.

Oh, theyre real.

Youre lying to me.

Let me help you.

Come, I will show you
the way out.

Hello, Simon.

Mike:
Mom?

Are you home?

Mike?

Where have you...?

Oh, my god.

You look familiar.

What is he doing here?

I found him, mom.

Hes been living on the streets.

Ive seen him downtown--
you must have, too.

You probably walked right
by him a million times.

Youre the meter maid lady.

I remember you now.

I want him out of here, Michael.

Get him out of this house.

Hes sick, mom.

Hes got schizophrenia
and he needs our help.

This is not negotiable.

He does not stay in this house.

I know he hurt you, mom,

and I know how shocking it is
to see him like this.

Believe me, I was shocked,
too, but think about it.

Maybe its the answer.

To what?

Maybe thats why he left US.

Maybe he was sick
and didnt even know it,

and by the time he got
to Europe, he didnt have anyone

to help him, and he found
his way back here somehow

and wandered the streets,
waiting for US to recognize him.

Oh, honey, I know youd like

to believe that, but...

What is your problem?

Dont you get it?
It wasnt his fault.

Michael...

Fine.

You dont want him here,

ill get a hotel room

until I can get my own place

and ill take care
of him by myself.

They have good jazz in Europe.

Three days.

Well try it for three days.

Hows it sound, dad, huh?

No, you can stay in my room.

L-Lets get you in a shower.

Good night, sunny.

No, dad, no, thats Allison.

Thats-thats mom.

Thats your wife-- come on.

(Saxophone playing)

Im thinking about taking
advanced physics

next semester, Allison.

Its normally
for juniors and seniors,

but ive already taken

all the prerequisites,
so I-I might as well.

Yeah?

Itll put me ahead,

and I might even get off-campus.

How about you?

Um, im studying
to be an architect.

I want to go into urban design.

Ah.

♪ When sunny gets blue

♪ her eyes get gray and cloudy

♪ then the rain

♪ begins to fall

♪ pitter-patter, pitter-patter

♪ love is gone

♪ so what can matter?

♪ No sweet lovin man

♪ comes to call

♪ when sunny gets blue

♪ she breathes

♪ a sigh of sadness...

Can I cut in?

Yes.

♪ Like the wind

♪ that stirs the trees

♪ wind that sets
the leaves to swayin ♪

♪ like some violins
are playin... ♪

Whats your name?

Allison.

♪ Weird and haunting

♪ melodies...

You know, I think from now on
im gonna call you sunny.

♪ Hold her near when sunny...

From now on?

Yeah.

♪ When sunny gets blue...

(Sniffs)

Tomorrow we can get you
some new clothes.

My clothes are fine.

That is the only picture
that I have of US together.

Simon:
Lake Thomas.

(Laughing):
Yeah,

lake Thomas-- you remember.

It was the biggest fish
I ever caught.

You helped me reel him in.

Your mom was afraid
you were going

to fall in the lake.

Mom was there?
She never said anything.

Who do you think
took the picture?

(Chuckles)

Guess theres a lot of things
mom just doesnt talk about.

Here.

You know, its weird.

I used to lie here

and wish youd come back
and tuck me in.

Now youre back,
im tucking you in.

Im sorry I wasnt here
to watch you grow up.

So am I.

But youre back now.

Oh, here.

Medicine.

I dont need it.

Im fine.

No, and I want you to stay fine.

You need to take this.

Its really important.

Okay.

Good night, dad.

(Pill clatters)

Hey, im just gonna sleep
on the couch.

Why did he call you sunny?

I dont know.

(Sighs)

(Footfalls approaching)

Lawyer:

It

s no use, Simon.

Lawyer:

It

s no use, Simon.

Youve been a bad boy.

Lawyer 2:

Do

what must be done.

(Simon panting)

No, no, I didnt take any pill.

Look, look-- here it is.

We warned you about this.

(Loud banging)

Its your fault, Simon.

Im sorry, im sorry.

We were better off without you.

You know what to do.

No, no!

(Allison laughing)

Lawyer 2:

Do

what must be done.

Allison (echoing):

Yo

u know what to do.

(Dog barking in distance)

Fire!

(Grunts)
Dad.

What happened, dad?

Allison:
Hes gone.

Now will you please
let him go this time?

How can you be so selfish?

I mean, dont you have
any compassion?

Or are you just so bitter
that you have to make a lost,

sick man pay for a mistake

he probably doesnt
even remember making?

How dare you?

You...

Have no idea
what youre talking about.

(Crying):
You think its been easy for me?

Worrying,

wondering,

watching him like that...

Day after...

Day after day?

Watching him day after day.

My god, you knew.

Youve known all along.

You dont understand.

No, I think I do.

He didnt leave US
and then get sick later.

He got sick
and then you left him.

Its not that simple.

I cant believe you.

You know, you may hate him,
but he is still my father.

How could my own mother do this?

I was trying to...

Just save it.

Ill take care of him--
we dont need you.

(Crying)

(Sighs)

(Crying)

♪

(Screaming)

Dad?

Simon?

Dad?

Dad, are you okay, what...?

Dad, whats wrong?

(Screaming)

Mike:
Oh.

Dad, im gonna go get
some help, okay?

Look, im not leaving you,
im just...

Ill be right back, okay?

Oh, Andrew.

Oh, thank god--
I need your help.

Andrew:
Lets, uh...

Lets just get him
to the hospital.

Okay?

Mike:

All he has to do

is

take a pill,

and he wont even do that,

-and I dont know why.
-You never will.

You dont have his disease.

And you cant see life
through his eyes.

Well, at least I didnt turn my
back on him like my mother did.

Are you sure
thats what happened?

Andrew, the womans been working
in the same neighborhood

with him for years.

She probably saw him every day

and she never mentioned
a thing about it.

I mean, how cold is that?

Is it possible
to hate someone that much?

Gentlemen, you can see him now.

(Indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

(Monitor beeping)

Its the worst ive seen him
in quite a while.

Its good youre here.

Im all hes got.

Well, you and sunny.

Whatd you say? Who?

His friend sunny,
the meter maid.

Shes the one who usually

brings him in,

and for some reason
he listens to her.

As much as he can, anyway.

Shes the only one
who can bring him out of it,

and you wouldnt believe
how she does it.

We could sure use her tonight.

Sunny-- you know who that is?

I think its my mom.

Oh, man.

(Over P.A.): Anesthesiologist
to pre-op, please.

Mike, why dont
you go talk to her?

And ill stay here
with your dad.

Give her a chance this time.

Okay?

(Indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

I found him, mom.

Hes at the hospital.

The nurse says he needs sunny.

Allison:

On

e day,

when you were just
a year and a half,

I came home from shopping

and your dad was gone.

Hed left you home alone,
and I couldnt believe it.

I found him at this jazz club
where he always played,

up on stage with that saxophone.

I was so angry.

I yelled at him,
I-I even hit him,

but I couldnt get him
to stop playing.

The owner said that hed come
in there like there was

something chasing him,

and then he picked up that sax
and started playing

like a madman.

He played for three hours
straight before he passed out.

And that was
the first time that I knew...

...that something was
really wrong.

I dont-i dont remember
anything about that.

I tried to stand
by him, Mike, I did.

I took him
to every doctor in town

before the insurance ran out.

I didnt know what else to do.

I tried to keep him home,
but its not like

I could tie him up,
and schizophrenics can do

dangerous things
when theyre hallucinating,

like he did tonight.

I had to protect you,

and...

...i didnt know
how to help him.

And thats why you became
a meter maid.

You think writing
parking tickets was

my dream in life?

(Sniffs)

I couldnt keep him home,

and I couldnt keep him
off the streets,

but I could keep him
out of jail.

Why didnt you tell me?

A lot of kids grow up

thinking their fathers left.

Not a lot grow up thinking
their fathers are insane.

I was trying to protect you.

(Sighs)

Im sorry, mom.

I lost my dream

and I lost my husband, but...

My son was safe.

(Indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

(Screaming)

Monica:
Simon.

Go away, angel.

I want to help you.

And thats what they said.

They dont exist.

Maybe you dont exist either.

Oh, god, help me.

Oh, please let me die this time.

(Cries)

The voices that you hear,
the ones who lie to you--

they want you to die.

But I want you to live.

God wants you to live.

The voices who lie to you,

you hear them in your mind,

but listen to my words, Simon.

Are they in your ears?

In your head?

No.

They are in your heart.

The real Simon,

the Simon that
you were born to be,

the Simon who fell
in love with Allison,

was a father to Michael--

that Simon still exists.

Thats the Simon
that im speaking to.

Thats the Simon
that hears me now.

Your mind is sick.

And your body has followed
its direction.

But your spirit...

Your spirit is safe with god.

Theres no need to despair,

for he has a way to help you.

The medication you refuse
to take is not poison.

Its a miracle.

Trust me, Simon.

Trust your family.

Trust god.

Please let US help you.

Sunny helped me.

Yes, she does,

but she can only bring
you out for a while.

Only you can decide to stay

out there in the world with her.

Nobody understands me, you know.

Gloria:
I think I do, Simon.

Its like youre all alone.

And you dont know
who to turn to.

Like youve been abandoned.

Yes.

But you havent been abandoned.

God is here, and he is love.

You come from love, Simon.

From a place where
you are completely safe,

completely forgiven,

and never, ever lost.

God loves me?

Oh, yes.

He does.

Allison:
♪ no sweet lovin man

♪ comes to call

♪ when sunny gets blue

♪ she breathes

♪ a sigh of sadness

♪ like the wind

♪ that stirs the trees...

(Playing "when sunny gets blue")

♪

Tess:
♪ but memories will fade

♪ and pretty dreams
will rise up ♪

♪ where her other dreams

♪ fell through

♪ hurry, new love

♪ hurry here

♪ to kiss away

♪ each lonely tear

♪ and hold her near

♪ when sunny gets

♪ blue.