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There are lots of lonely people in a city like this one.

One wrong turn, it's easy to lose your way.

A guy with a map is a guy who's ahead of the game.

Sometimes, anyway.

But knowing the future isn't the same as knowing the past.

And having tomorrow's newspaper can only take you so far.

After that... It's what you know and what you feel that make the difference,

that lead you on and guide you home.

Touch the door first. That's the rule. This is Chicago. There are no rules.

Excuse me, you two lovebirds.

Two seconds and I'm out of here.

I brought you today's paper.

Well, thank you, but I read this one yesterday.

Oh, well, I didn't.

Mind reading me the headlines?

At your service.

The city passed tougher anti -smoking law.

Today?

Tomorrow.

What? Xerox went up three points.

Tomorrow?

Today.

Postal workers threatened to strike again.

Today? No, tomorrow.

You know, reading the morning paper with you can be very confusing.

Tell me about it. Oh, that's all right. Not your fault. Of course it's not my

fault. I'm blind.

No, I didn't say anything. How do you know... Negative eye.

Read.

It's in the metro section.

Infant left on church doorstep.

Today?

Tomorrow.

Police are looking for the mother of a ten -week -old Caucasian baby boy,

abandoned sometime after midnight.

Infant appeared to be in good condition.

A handwritten note attached to the bassinet simply read, Please give my

good home.

The custodian employed by St. Mary's found the infant.

St. Mary's? That's just a couple blocks away.

Well, what are you waiting for?

What do you mean?

Somewhere in this city, a mother's about to abandon her child.

Go and find her. Sure, maybe I'll find Jimmy Hoffa while I'm at it. Gary,

not what I mean.

There's not much to go on here, Marissa. Go with what you have.

Start at St. Mary's.

But the article doesn't say anything about her being a parishioner at the

church. Is there a picture of the back neck?

No, but all bassinets look alike. Is there a picture of the baby?

At ten weeks, all babies look alike.

Going somewhere?

Out in the rain.

Find an unidentified woman carrying a bassinet with a baby boy in it to

inquire whether or not she plans to abandon him tonight.

Uh, Gary?

Don't forget your umbrella.

Eighteen inches.

Excuse me?

That's the minimum distance that two urban dwellers need to have between them

order to prevent having their space invaded.

How interesting.

Margo, put me through to Suzanne, will you?

Fishman. Chuck Fishman. Uh, Suzanne, it's Lenore. Lenore.

Beautiful name.

Poe said it, didn't he?

Quote the raven, never more. I called the National Weather Service.

showers today, 50 % chance of rain tomorrow.

I hate to cancel the botanical gardens, but with 300 people... Yeah, I think we

have to put a deposit on the hotel, but, you know, we'll lose it if we cancel on

such short notice. Do you mind? No, not at all. Go right ahead.

Nobody.

Okay, well, listen, I'm going to wait until 7 o 'clock tonight, and then I'm

going to book them both.

We'll just have to take them off. They're too big an account.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

Bye -bye.

I couldn't help overhearing, but the Botanical Gardens happens to be one of

favorite spots. Let me speak slowly so that you can understand.

Stop talking to me.

Ooh, it's cold in here.

Maybe you didn't get the memo, but feminism is supposed to be dead.

Men and women are supposed to get along.

Oh.

So, who do you work for?

I have my own business.

Really? Mm -hmm.

I'm a professional caterer and event planner.

Got a card?

I don't do pretzels and beer.

You know, if you weren't such a snob, I might consider going out with you.

You might consider going out with me?

Whoever. Lady, you got three blocks before 101 State. I'll walk.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I got it. I insist.

Can I call you?

You know what?

Unless you can predict the weather for tomorrow I never want to see your face

again.

Have you been up landing your baby?

Yeah, it's me.

Well, not so great. I've been walking around for hours. It's like Mission

Impossible.

Well, Marissa, what do you want me to do?

Okay.

Okay, a couple more hours. I'll call you later.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Do you have time?

Yeah, it's 11 .35.

Thank you.

I guess the bus must be running late.

I don't know. I'm just sitting here to get out of the rain.

My husband's supposed to pick me up, but he's late.

It's a boy.

Jordan.

Your, uh, your brother?

Son.

I'm sorry, I said, since you look very young. For my age, yeah.

How old is he?

Ten weeks.

Paper said it was going to be sunny today.

Guess it depends on which paper you read.

Amazing, huh?

Yeah.

Love to watch him in his sleep.

So peaceful.

Ain't it?

Not like the rest of us, though.

Um,

well, that's my husband, so it's been nice talking to you.

Nice talking to you.

Samantha. Samantha.

Gary. Gary Hopps.

Look, I know there are a lot of weirdos walking around. I don't want you to

think I'm one of them.

But I just want you to know that I hope everything works out for you and Jordan.

And that you're very lucky to have such a beautiful baby.

And that if things aren't working out, you don't have anyone to turn to.

Well, you just met me.

And I live just a ways down the street at the Blackstone.

I made a complete fool of myself.

Well, Marissa, she seemed fine. Her husband picked her up.

Yes, she had a bassinet.

No, the only mistake I made was walking up to some stranger who now thinks I'm

some lunatic.

Yeah, I gotta go.

I'll call you later. Yeah.

Where is it? Do you have it on you?

Where's what? The paper. Tomorrow's paper.

No, no, no, Chuck. We've been all through this. Oh, Gary, wait.

You don't understand. This is completely different.

Why? Because.

Uh -huh.

I met a girl.

She's amazing.

And you want to play some bets so you can pick her up in the Porsche tonight?

No, no, no. Nothing like that. No? No, this is a matter of life and death.

No, it's a matter of a date. Same thing.

Look, to some people, what happened this morning might be considered just an

ordinary shared $5 cab ride, but to me, it was fate.

Kismet. A chance meeting that lit a fire that may turn into an eternal flame.

And all I have to do to get her back is to tell her whether or not it's going to

rain tomorrow.

Doesn't matter.

Probably never would have worked out anyway.

All my best friends fell in love and got married.

Of course, most of them are divorced now.

Even though Marsha did stab you in the back, I just thought that this was my

shot at happiness.

Jesus Christ.

Who would make a husband pick his wife and baby up at a bus stop, drive around

the block, and then drop them back off?

Make them walk through the rain gear. I'm spilling my guts here.

That's not right.

Gary. It doesn't rain tomorrow. It stops just after midnight tonight.

Gary!

Gary!

What's going on?

I blew it. Come again?

The paper said an infant was going to be left on the church doorstep tonight,

and I went to find her.

I almost did find her, and then I lost her again.

Same thing.

Hunter on delivery.

The last time I made that delivery, you said it was going to be an electronic

storm, but it was really a... Hey, just make the delivery, honey.

We should go to the shelters. Now, we know what she looks like, so we can give

them a description.

I'll go back to St. Mary's, see if she spoke to anyone.

Where are you going?

Well, I finished my mooshu. It was delish. I gotta make an important call.

Why don't you use the phone here? It's kind of personal.

I'll check in with you guys later, all right?

I suppose you don't want to go to the police. We tried that the last time.

Remember, I became a prime suspect. What about her parents? They have to be

looking for her. Uh, guys?

I don't even know her last name.

Uh, guys?

What?

Okay.

Here you go. One glass of milk.

So your boyfriend, Steve, he was in high school, too?

No. He was older.

Almost 20.

Did he work?

Sure. He had a really good job in the city.

Managed a video store.

I take it your parents didn't approve.

They hated him.

They did everything they could to try and break it.

So you ran away with him?

We were really happy for a while. I mean, everything was perfect until I got

pregnant.

The night after I told me split.

Do your parents know about the baby?

No.

No, I couldn't tell them.

If I did, they'd take Jordan away from me.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Hey, if I know Gary, he's got some chocolate chip ice cream in the fridge.

you like some?

Been emerging.

Uh, hi. Is Lenore in, please?

Oh, she is? Great.

Yeah, Chuck Fishman. She knows me.

Fishman, Chuck.

Just tell her we go way, way, way back.

No, no, she does know me.

Look, I have some very important information to give her. Okay.

Hello?

Hello?

Ah, just one more, okay?

Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

Hi.

This is Mr.

McGinty from McGinty's Bar and Restaurant.

And we're throwing a party for a hundred of our favorite customers. And... Oh.

Yeah.

We have a full kitchen, but I thought I'd do something a bit different for the

fellas, you know?

Spice it up a bit.

Is there a... Yes, I'll hold on. Thank you very much.

Lenore, it's Chuck Fishman, whom you shared a cab with this morning, and I

that very important information to give you.

Oh, I know, I know we got off to a bit of a bad start, but I have... All right,

Lenore, look, just don't hang...

Have you known Gary?

A couple years.

Are you guys, uh... No, we're just friends.

He's really cute.

I hadn't noticed.

I know he's cute.

He sounds cute.

What?

Have you always been blind?

Meningitis. At 16 months.

So I guess you were too young to remember what it was like, you know, to

Sometimes I think I remember.

All the colors.

But then again, it might just be my imagination.

Most people wonder what it's like, you know. No, it's not that.

Sometimes I feel like I'm blind, too.

Like I'm walking around in the dark.

Who are you, her lady?

No, sir, I just met her. She's staying with my friend Marissa over at my hotel

room. You okay?

Nice work, Betty.

Well, she's a little lost, I think. What'd she want, money?

Nothing. Why didn't she call? Why'd she send you?

She didn't send me. She doesn't know I'm here. Where's that boyfriend of hers?

They broke up. Big surprise.

Mr. Butler, I think Samantha needs you.

A hundred people on the payroll.

Started with six.

Sam's mother and I work day, night, and weekend. For what? For her.

Look, I think she wants to come home, but I don't think she will unless you

the first move. She doesn't feel welcome. She's not.

Look, I know this is none of my business. That's right.

It isn't.

Do you have any idea what we've been through?

She was going to go to college.

She was a beautiful, intelligent girl. She still is. We gave her everything.

She's only... We gave her a choice.

She chose him.

A high school dropout, for God's sake.

He smiled at me when they left together.

I'll never forget that smile.

Look, I know this is upsetting.

I just thought maybe I could help.

Can you find your way out?

You changed your mind. We won't.

In case you do, here's my number at the hotel.

Will you tell us something?

Tell us.

A mother missing her.

Martha, when's Gary coming back?

I'm not sure.

He went to run some errands.

You okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

I guess that guy wasn't too thrilled when you found his daughter, huh?

Not quite.

Hey, by the way, did you have any luck with that weather report?

Didn't even get to first base.

Didn't even get inside the ballpark.

Are you really in love with Marcia?

Marcia, did you really love her?

How'd you know?

I don't know.

I guess she was beautiful.

Smart.

She was in love with me.

She used to make me blueberry pancakes every Sunday morning.

Melted butter.

She melted the butter?

He insisted on picking me up at the airport, too.

I don't even pick my mother up at the airport when she comes to visit.

Whoa.

Are you telling me that you think you're in love with a woman who you shared a

$5 cab ride with?

No.

I just wanted the opportunity, that's all.

You know what I think?

What?

Opportunity doesn't knock.

It presents itself when you beat down the door.

Gary?

Gary? Yeah, over here. What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

I lost her.

Let

me

help you with that.

Oh, yeah.

Just like it's mine.

Paul, I'm really sorry.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. The dog ate your homework. He couldn't find a cab.

You forgot to make the delivery.

Paul, I can't.

Oh, I think you can.

Oh, yeah.

Real cute kid.

You know, there are people in this city who sell babies.

What a world.

Don't look so worried.

The fact is, I'm a forgiving kind of guy.

The last delivery was Penny Annie stuff.

So you can make it up to me tonight.

Paul,

please. Don't worry about the kid while you're gone.

Just think of me as your trusted neighborhood babysitter.

Are you out of your mind? There's a law against stalking in Chicago.

I'm not a stalker. I'm giving you a ride.

And if you haven't noticed, it's pouring rain out, and I've been in this

stinking cab for over 30 minutes. And the fare is 50 bucks, which I don't

and all because I just want to give you the damn weather report.

Are you sure you're not a stalker? Do I look like a stalker? I don't know what a

stalker looks like. Well, I'm not.

Okay, lady, where will it be?

11 East Huron, please, between State and Wabash. You got it. Thank you.

So, go ahead. What's the weather report?

It's going to stop raining tonight after midnight.

And you know this because... I know this because of a certain part of my matter.

Cabby. My big toe on my right foot, to be specific, is very climate sensitive.

If it rains, I'm in agony.

If it's sunny, no pain.

Yesterday, I was in agony. Today, much better.

It runs in the family.

My grandmother had it. My great -great -grandmother. And you went to all this

trouble to tell me because... What, you think I have an ulterior motive? I am

insulted. Cabby!

Matter of fact, I'd like a date.

Define date.

A date is when you rush home from work, take a quick shower, redo your hair and

makeup, put on something black that costs you an arm and a leg, even though

there's very little material.

And I show up wearing an Armani suit with flowers and take you to my favorite

restaurant on Taylor Street.

And? And then I walk you home. We go into your apartment.

And I give you a kiss goodnight.

On the cheek.

And then I leave.

Okay.

If it stops raining after midnight, give me a call in the morning.

If not, you've just been taken on one hell of a cab ride.

Bye.

Hey, guys, how you doing?

Oh, what do we have here?

Pepperoni with olives, sun -dried tomatoes, pineapple, extra cheese. Help

yourself.

Extra cheese.

I take it you didn't find her, huh?

She could be anywhere by now.

You know, maybe I'm missing something here, but what's the big deal anyway?

You know she's going to leave the kid on the church doorstep in the next couple

of hours. Why don't you just hide in the bushes until she shows up? No, we have

to find her before she abandons that baby.

Why? Because when a mother gives away her child, there's nothing left after

that. Whatever causes her to abandon that baby, putting that bassinet down

walking away, there'll be no reason for her to go on.

Gary?

What is it?

I think she's going to kill herself tonight.

Mr. Butler?

I told you. She's in trouble.

I think she's going to try to kill herself.

She'd never do something like that. Look, she's been through a lot in the

year. She's desperate. She left.

She's the one who should be... No, she's your daughter. She's 17. She made a

mistake, a big one.

But not as big as the one you're making right now.

Don't you care? Don't you care at all?

I think you

should go.

Get out!

It's your baby. Yes.

Jordan.

Hey,

you said it wasn't my fault.

The name of the bridge, it looks like it starts with a W.

Oh, that's good. That narrows it down to only Webster, Wabash, Wrigley,

Washington, Wells.

Maybe it's a K.

Wait,

why don't we just call the guy who wrote the article and ask him what bridge it

is? Brilliant idea.

Is there a byline? Guys, he's not writing the article until after midnight

tonight. Yeah, bad idea.

Okay, we have to go to the police and tell them that we have a friend who's

going to jump off of a bridge at midnight.

All right, listen. I'll get you a cab. You go back to my hotel and see if

Samantha shows up. I'll go to the police station. You keep walking.

What, all the way across Chicago?

No, just three or four blocks around the church. That's all. Wait, why don't I

just hang around the church until she shows up?

No. Because something's happening or it's going to happen that's going to

her leave that baby.

She's in some kind of trouble, and if we can prevent that from happening... Oh,

I get it. In case she gets mugged by a group of knife -wielding psychos, you

want me around to save her, is that it? Yeah.

What a stat.

Walking all across town.

Sure, Gare, whatever you want, Gare, Gare.

I'm not the one that gets the paper, you know?

I'm not the one that's responsible.

My feet hurt.

It's almost midnight.

And I'm cold and I'm alone.

I'm sitting down.

So cold.

I'm so lonely.

Hey, what's up? Come on up.

Oh, good evening, officer.

Beat it. No loitering. Oh, gee, I wasn't loitering. I was just sitting here,

resting. Get a room.

I happen to have a very nice apartment in the Gold Coast. Yeah, but you prefer

spending the night on a park bench. Oh, no, no, no. It's just I'm waiting for

somebody, and it's very important. One more time.

Beat it!

And everybody knows that the loitering laws were created just so that the

homeless wouldn't sleep in public places.

And some of my best friends happen to be homeless.

And I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Samantha?

No.

I'm a father.

I'm looking for Mr. Gary Hobson.

What is it you want us to do?

Put out an APB or send squad cars to the bridge. Oh, I see.

You want the Chicago Police Department to send out all available units at some

30 -odd bridges to catch a jumper who just may be pulling your leg. No, she is

going to jump. I know that for a fact. If you... Bridget, I got to get to the

church. The bridge... Oh, not so fast, Thompson. Not so fast. Look, I came here

as an ordinary citizen to tell you a friend of mine is going to throw herself

off a bridge just after midnight. It's midnight now.

You can either help me or you let me go.

Look, you got no legitimate reason to hold me here.

And if my friend does throw herself off the bridge, then I think every Chicago

reporter's gonna want to have a piece of this story, you know?

Gary!

How are ya?

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be over at the church.

Got any cash on you?

Look, there it is.

Hey.

Is he okay?

No.

Gary?

Yeah, up here.

He came to your hotel room.

What's going on?

Where's Sam?

We missed her. How do you know she was here?

Who's baby?

Mr. Butler, have you met your grandson?

His name is Jordan.

That's my name.

Hey, Gare!

Come on, let's go!

Come on, we gotta find her.

Do you know where she went?

Let's play in the cab.

Where is she?

In the cab.

Come on.

Take a right at Wabash. Try that. No, no, Wabash is closed. Make a left. All

right, we're tuned in.

This is all my fault. He said it might be a K.

Kedzie, try Kedzie. It's an explosive rate. Good idea.

And step on it, will you, Mac?

Stop. Leave me alone!

Samantha? Sam!

Wait.

Please.

I need you.

We need you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Daddy.

Jordan.

No, thank you, Detective.

Yes.

Aren't you ever going to learn how to knock? Next time, lock and bolt your

My phone is sort of out of order, so I thought I'd borrow yours.

Can I have a little privacy, please?

Where's the other phone?

Good idea.

This better be a local call.

Sure. Is Zimbabwe local?

Do you mind?

Hi, this is Chuck Fishman. Is Lenora in yet?

Oh, she knows me. We go way, way, way... Hello.

Yes, it is a nice, sunny morning, isn't it?

Well, I'm glad, too.

And my big toe is glad.

And my grandmother's big toe is glad.

Okay.

Friday night?

7 .30?

Well, I'll see you then.

Bye.

Congratulations. Thank you, my man.

Dare I ask, is there anything interesting in the paper today?

A couple of things.

He caught up to him.

Nice going, Gare.

All in a day's work.

There are lots of bridges in this city.

Bridges that span over the river.

That take you from one place to another.

There are other bridges, though.

Ones we need to cross in order to bring us together.

As a city.

As a community.

But the hardest bridge to cross is the one that opens your heart.

The one that leads you home.

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