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Good morning. It's wake -up time in the city of Chicago, and here's what's

happening in your town today.

Life doesn't always come with a set of instructions.

In fact, most of the time, it just comes.

Every morning, like clockwork, it's there when you open your eyes.

And it's still there even when you don't.

Take my friend Gary, a regular guy.

At least he was.

Till the day light showed up at his door.

Insane.

Now he spends half his time figuring out where the heck it all came from.

And the other half wondering where it all goes.

Face it. It's not necessarily all it's cracked up to be.

and having to jump on the rest of the world.

Bill, you go with what you got.

And when what you got is tomorrow's news, well, it's got to be one of two

things. Either you're a day ahead, or everyone else is a day behind.

It's going to explode.

Boom. Go boom.

Your kitchen.

The restaurant is going to go boom. Go boom.

Boom. Go boom. Go boom.

Go boom.

Speak English.

English. English. The restaurant is going to explode. Go boom. You speak

English. Go boom.

I'm trying to tell you. The restaurant is going to explode very soon. Go boom.

It says right here.

Go boom. No, no, no. This one.

Go. Go.

What's that?

bipartisan support if Congress continues to stonewall the bill.

But at home, still no word on the disappearance of labor leader Red

who's heading his union's reform movement in the upcoming election.

Cooper, well known for his... I'm going to check the Volvo on Grand Street

trying to find him. Say something.

No.

Hey, man.

How you doing?

Smells like a Chinese restaurant.

Mugu Gai Pan, my favorite.

The paper said Wu Ling's kitchen was going to explode.

Dan?

Wooling's kitchen exploded.

I'm going crazy.

Why the hell is this thing coming to me? Oh, here we go again.

I don't know.

When this thing started coming, my life was fine.

Come on, he's a traitor.

Wonderful home, beautiful wife.

Everything's good. You got fired and your wife left you.

Uh -huh.

Sorry, I didn't mean to. Go ahead.

I gotta get to the bottom of this.

I can't live my life like this.

Is that the book Marshall gave you?

What?

Yeah.

I'll show you something.

Nice picture.

Typesetter, 1946, Chicago Phoenix. The cat.

What about it?

Did that happen to look like any cat we know?

Yeah, come on. No, no, no, no.

If that's the same cat, then I figure all I gotta do is find out about this

Good idea. That guy's probably been dead for years. And besides, Chicago Phoenix

hasn't been around in years.

My old man used to read it every morning until the sun ate it up.

Ate it up?

Yeah, it emerged.

You see, there was the old Trib and the Times, and the Times teamed up with the

Sun back in 49.

Really? That's fascinating. Could you get me a crowning, please? No, no, no.

Wait, wait. You're saying that the Phoenix and the Sun -Times... It's the

paper.

I've got to check this out.

That's going to go in the store pack.

Watch it.

Sorry.

Well, I'm old -fashioned. Even if this guy does talk to you... He will talk to

me, Harry. Even if he does, I don't like anonymous sources. It sounds like we're

making it up. You're taking a big chance just by talking to me. You could end up

in a trunk like Red Cooper. I don't buy that. The unions aren't like that

anymore. Somebody forgot to tell these guys that.

Yeah, well, you better be careful, sister.

Harry, I'm a reporter.

Tell the boys to be careful.

When they're on a murder case, I do, yes, okay?

Taking that stuff without water, you're going to end up with no stomach.

Stop doing that.

Who said I had any stomach left?

Mr.

Hawkins. Uh, Gary Hopp, we had an appointment.

Uh, I can come back later.

We're done.

Actually... Meet Meredith Carson.

Oh, how do you do? I've read your stuff.

See that, Harry? Who says the public doesn't read violence? I've seen you on

too, those talk shows.

Yeah, I've done one or two. The Chicago Week in Review.

Actually, no, that's Rebecca from the trip.

I guess you overplayed your hand, sport, huh?

Huh?

What can I do for you?

Oh, uh, I'm a historian with... Well, we spoke on the phone, and I was wondering

if I could get a look at the archives.

Oh, the archives, yeah.

Molly, who's the name of that guy that sits on the archives all day?

It's all down in the basement.

Better let me show you. I'll call you back, all right? I've been in charge of

the archives 25 years this December.

Well, I appreciate you showing me around. Miss Carson?

I'm sorry if I said anything that was out of line.

I don't remember what you said.

Well, I do read your work, though. I saw your story this morning about finding

Cooper. That's great stuff.

Green Volvo and Jersey plates. It's really good.

Thanks.

The archives.

Oh, shit.

Everything before 1955 would be along the wall here.

What about the Chicago Phoenix? Would those records be down here, too?

Right this way.

Chicago Phoenix.

My, my.

Were you here back then, Mr. Morris?

Sure was.

Do you mind if I show you something?

Do you know that man?

Hmm.

Let's see.

Nope. Don't believe so.

Sorry.

That's all right. Been so long, you know.

Yes, sir. I imagine there were a lot of typesetters.

No, there wasn't a few. What about this cat?

Cat?

No, Lucious Snow.

That's the fella's name.

No? Kept to himself, but everybody knew that cat.

No, it was Cat we called him.

So you knew Mr. Snow?

Strange thing about old Snow now that I think about it.

But, nah, probably just supposed to talk. No, no, no, no, please.

Well, they say he set the Truman headline a whole day before anybody else

And V .E. Day, he had all the time all set before it happened.

Kind of a legend that way, you know what I'm saying?

Imagine that.

Mr. Hobson, who are you?

Excuse me?

Who are you, and how did you know about those dirty plates?

Oh, well, I told you I read about that in the paper this morning. Volvo, yes.

Jersey plates, no. I'm just writing about it now. It won't come out till

tomorrow.

And the police aren't talking, so the only way you could have that information

is if you were involved.

Involved? In the killing of Fred Cooper.

Oh, no, no, wait a second. I didn't have... I see you kids have a lot to

about, so I... Oh, no, wait, Mr. Walsh. You don't... Go ahead, go ahead.

I'll be back in a minute.

Tell you more about old Snow.

But in the meantime, and in between time, may I trouble you for a cigarette?

I quit.

There's a whole carton in my desk, though. You can have those.

Thank you. Excuse me.

So, who are you, and how did you know?

What was the question again?

I hate to see that demon son go.

Hey, Bella. Mr. Morris.

Bigot. Can't even see in the light. Too many years working downstairs in the

cold.

How's he feeling?

I'm looking for stick 23.

Right over here.

Thank you.

Hello.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd come by and see Mr. Morris.

Can you ask him a few more questions?

He's a nice guy. I thought I'd come say hello.

Is this what happens to all your reporters? Start thinking the worst of

everyone?

Are you friends with Mr. Morrison?

I am, anyway.

I was with him just before he was hurt.

How is he?

The burns are only on his hand.

Could have been worse.

Can we see him?

I'm afraid not.

He's having some heart problems.

I can't let you see him.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Wait up.

I'm going

with

you. I don't think the Don would allow that. Goodbye.

Okay, so maybe I don't believe you'd actually hurt anybody, but you did know

about the place.

I was a guest.

There are 50 states.

Well, when in doubt, you guess New Jersey.

You'd be a funny guy if you weren't a problem I'm having.

There's a graveyard, personnel files.

You were asking about a former employee?

I heard you say that to Morris.

I could show you where it is.

Haught says you're a historian.

UFC?

Uh, well, no, you'd sort of call it a freelance, I guess.

A freelance historian?

Well, you must know Professor Langenhahn, Bloomington.

I did a piece on him last year.

Yeah, Langenhahn, he's a good guy, Langenhahn.

Oh, you know what? Except he's not at Bloomington, he's at Wisconsin.

Oh, Lange... That's Langenham, that. The one at Wisconsin. Well, sure, that's

what I was thinking of the other one.

Snow.

You gonna open that?

Because I gotta admit, I'm curious.

Oh, yeah.

Check these out.

There's a very strange woman downstairs in the archives yelling.

You might want to check that out.

It can't be right.

There's nothing here.

Nothing here.

Caesar, crispy romaine. Caesar salad's more like it.

Santa Fe chicken salad. Mystery meat.

Gary, the paper comes to you. That's all you need to know. What pasta of the

day? You don't need to know how or why or how to eat. I mean, most of you ask

them why they're here. What difference do they make? You get the hush puppies.

But you, you're special.

Special? That paper makes you special. Special. You want to know what that

makes me? It makes me nuts. I don't have a life. I can't get a job. I don't even

have a girlfriend.

You know why? Because every time I get close to having anything that's normal

life, that paper takes it away. way. No, no, no, no, no. That paper comes to you

so you can try and do something.

It's a gift.

Don't look at it in the mouth.

What else you got?

Heart's a palm. In the folder.

I got a claim ticket that belongs probably to a hotel that doesn't exist

anymore.

Employee stuff.

No. Height 5 '7", weight 155 pounds, blue eyes.

Date of birth, 19. There's a blank here.

Died 1996, September 28th.

And that's about it.

Gary, the day he died, you remember, don't you?

Remember what?

That's the day before the paper started coming to you.

What are you doing in here?

The doorman let me in.

Oh, the doorman let you in.

Well, why don't you... Don't touch me!

Get out of here!

So what's your big secret, huh?

What secret?

I do this for a living. I know when somebody's hiding something.

You know, I don't like you. I don't like you. Good. Good.

You can tell your union bosses something for me. They don't scare me. Not by

blowing up my desk, and not by sending some good -looking muscle to shut me up.

Good look. He must be losing my touch.

I'm behind you.

I'm the guy you're looking for.

You're Richie O 'Brien?

You can tell me about Red Cooper?

I was there.

If you talk to me, I'll keep you anonymous.

Not now.

There is a Motel 9 near the fairgrounds in Oak Park.

Tomorrow morning, 8 o 'clock.

Take a room.

I'll see you then.

No, wait, wait.

You're looking for Meredith, huh? I was hoping you could help me find her. I

don't know where anyone is. You misspelled brassiere again.

Okay, I'll put on every available man. Call up the National Guard. Look, it's

important that I find her.

Come on with headlines.

Massacres in Burundi. A serial killer gets the chair tonight.

But should I care? No.

I'm not running a paper. I'm running a missing persons bureau. Or maybe a

hearts club.

That's her desk. She's not at it as usual.

Trust me, you don't find Meredith. She finds you.

Henderson, who's that girl guy got in his hobbies here?

Pretty sloppy work.

Hey.

Thank you.

Oh, and check your headlines. Your execution story's wrong.

Governor's gonna grant a pardon at midnight.

All right.

Uh,

Henderson.

What are you doing here?

Go away.

My hand, my hand, my hand, my hand. All right, come in.

Who sent you here, huh?

Nobody sent me. How did you know I was here, huh?

What have you done with Richie?

Don't poke me.

I don't know who Richie is, and I don't care. I do know you've got to get out of

here. Oh, yeah? How's that?

How's that? I'll tell you how's that. Someone's coming here to get you.

there's no doubt. You know what? I don't trust you, and I'm going to call the

cops.

Okay, you call the cops. While you're calling the cops, why don't you call the

ambulance, too, because I think you broke my hand.

Hello?

Hello?

Phone's dead.

That's it.

We're going. I'm staying.

No, you're going. I'm staying.

Going.

Next floor, 306.

I'm going.

Thanks for trusting me.

For the record, I did not say I trusted you. Just get in the car.

It's a rental. Get in the car. Get mine.

Would you get in the car? There they are.

Put your seatbelt on. Don't tell me what to do. Put your seatbelt on. The car

won't start without your seatbelt on.

We'll take the car.

Start the car.

Take me home.

Good idea, like they don't know where you live. There's probably a bomb in

coat. We can't go anywhere.

I don't get it.

Why would they come after me without Richie? I don't even have a story. Maybe

they don't know that. Maybe Richie set you up.

I don't think so.

I think you scared them off.

Oh, so it's all my fault. I see. You know, you got a real knack for pushing

problems on other people. You know, you live in a dump.

What's that supposed to mean?

You keep your paws off my things. Just being curious, doing my job. Your

curiosity's giving me a headache.

You know, I'm usually pretty good at figuring people out, but I'm having a

time with you.

What is it you do with your life, anyway?

It's none of your business what I do with my life. You got a job?

Huh? You got a wife?

Bingo. Hey, come on, let's just add this up. What do we got? We got a guy in a

bad hotel room. Why?

I think maybe his wife threw him out on his... And why is he still here? Because

he's burning a torch for us. Burning a torch? That's beautiful. What does he do

for a living? Does he have a job? He's not a hitman, not driving that car. He's

not a reporter. Driving that car. Otherwise, he would have stolen my story

now. How do you think I'm doing?

How do I think you're doing? Well, I think you're pretty much finished.

I think he's looking for something.

Something that's missing.

Something that has to do with this.

All right, give it back. No.

Let it go.

Or what?

Just let it go.

You just dropped my book. So?

So pick it up. Don't tell me what to do. It's your book. You pick it up.

What are you doing? What do you mean, what am I doing? I mean, what are you

doing? I kissed you. I know you kissed me. Why'd you stop?

I didn't stop. You stopped. I didn't stop. You kissed me again.

Don't tell me what to do.

Don't ever tell them what to do.

Good morning.

Baker.

Good morning.

What? I can't hear you.

I said go away.

What's wrong? Are you sick?

I'm busy.

Doing what?

Hey.

Yeah.

Oh.

Hey!

Hey, good morning!

Gary?

Black, please.

So you, uh, you want it just black then?

Uh, yeah, black would be good.

That's what I thought.

Hey, buddy, how are you doing?

Hey, how are you doing today?

Huh? How are you... What are you doing here?

Don't read that.

We're not going to play this game again, are we? I just don't like people

reading my paper. Why? I'm a reporter.

Serious about this, aren't you?

Okay.

What is it?

I... Look,

I can't explain this.

I'm a big girl.

I can take it.

Who? The wife?

The silence is killing me. Come on, what? Yes?

No?

Look, I can't do this.

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

I'm going to work.

I'm going to do my job.

The coffee's ready.

Good morning, sir.

Great. No paper today?

Nope.

Well, if it isn't the ever -elusive Miss Carson. Not today, Harry.

You never call, you never write.

Especially, you never write.

Where you been?

Meeting didn't happen. Contact didn't show.

That would be yesterday. Now it's today.

I had a rough night, okay?

So tired of this.

Chasing air.

I know more about the people I write about than myself. I think I'm going to

retire. Someplace peaceful. Someplace where there's no men.

Oh, butt out.

You're not going to retire.

Want to bet?

You're all newspaper, kid. It's in your blood. You couldn't retire if you wanted

to.

Try me.

Coffee's cold.

Tonight.

Hey, Jimmy.

This story you wrote. What happened?

Happened to what? I read it this morning. It said the budget passed.

joking, right? No. They don't vote till tonight.

Besides, the council's made up their mind. It doesn't stand a chance.

Carson, maybe you ought to take up smoking again. It's Carson? Yeah.

There's a message for you. Not now.

He said it's important.

Don't care.

It's some guy named Richie. He called from downstairs in the lobby.

He said you'd want to know.

Hey, pull it.

Oh, Lord. Lobby.

Hey, I said lobby.

Sorry, Cupcake.

No can do.

Where's Richie? Richie ain't anywhere.

That message you got was from us.

Where you guys taking me? Dinner and drinks? Or how about the turkey or car?

Neither. The car went dead three blocks from here.

Carburetor prop.

Sorry to hear that, boys. Here's gonna have to do.

Open it up.

Check it out.

Let's talk.

Okay. What do you want to talk about?

Sports? Philosophy? How about Red Cooper?

We want to know what Richie told you.

Sorry, not much.

Yeah, that's what Richie said.

But we didn't believe him.

You think you're going to intimidate me with that $20 jacket you don't know

you're dealing with?

Nice shot. Thanks.

What are you doing here?

I'm supposed to believe that?

Where?

There.

In here.

What is it, Dorothy? It's kind of like Tales of the Crypt.

All right, we've got him now.

Okay. What now?

In about ten minutes, a night watchman comes and finds our bodies.

What? Well, if there were a night watchman in about ten minutes, he'd come

find our bodies.

You do know something, don't you?

We're going to die.

It's in the paper, isn't it?

Isn't it?

I thought the guy in the paper was Richie. I was wrong.

Fully.

And if you had known?

Do any better than that. It's working.

I'll do it myself.

You want to do something ironic?

I'm holding a scoop of the century here and I don't even care.

I'll get it done.

Dennis? Hold it! What are you doing?

I guess I got a story to file.

Yeah.

What time are you going to be done?

Time for dinner?

Yeah.

You going to tell me about it?

About what?

The paper.

Well, I thought we were going to die.

No, hold on.

I gotta go.

So she nailed him, did she?

That's our girl, man.

Don't stop till you bring him down.

And this.

Long old man Snow, you say?

That'd be like him.

Played things close, you know?

And he lived at Brown's?

Farther, no.

Most of his life, anyway.

Except toward the end.

He moved about a year ago.

He moved?

Couldn't quite figure out why.

Funny guy, that's enough.

Where did he move?

I don't know.

Ah,

there you go. I knew she was back here somewhere.

A trunk.

I was hoping for at least a sack full of cash.

This is where it's been the whole time, in your hotel?

Figured. Wait a second.

You mean you knew this guy?

Well, man, so?

Oh, sure did.

Died the day before he moved in.

Twelve bucks.

Huh.

Business is business.

Well, fuck.

Thank you.

There you go. Good luck.

I've been waiting for something like this ever since the papers started

And now that it's here, I'm not so sure I want to know.

Maybe you're supposed to know.

Newspaper. Shut up, Harry.

You're, uh, not hungry by chance, are you?

Muga got Pam from Wu Ling.

It's the best food in town.

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