All language subtitles for Early Edition s01e14 The Wall 1

Previously on Early Edition. If that's
the same cat, then I figure all I gotta

do is find out about this guy.

What can I do for you? I was wondering
if I could get a look at the archives.

Lucious Snow, that's the fella's name.
He set the Truman headline a whole day

before anybody else knew. He had all the
type all set before it happened.

The path is never over.

The future's never begun.

That's what someone said.

Don't ask me who.

When you think about it, though, it kind
of makes sense.

Like, yesterday's dinners, tomorrow's
leftovers.

Or something like that.

The thing is, most of us live in the
now.

You know, get up in the morning, brush
your teeth, put on your sock. Easy.

Until you start getting tomorrow's news
today.

Then, everything changes.

And nothing will ever quite be the same
again.

Come on, let's go to work. We got a
newspaper to put out here.

Here's the president's business story
you asked for. Hanley, you missed your

deadline again. No excuses.

Wallman, you put me to sleep again.

Doesn't anyone write the news around
here?

Who else is covering the presidential
story?

We need more stock on that cord.

That's a new bit?

Yeah.

It's gone.

It's dead.

What's this?

What is that?

Okay, is that everything?

Don't forget cat food.

What did it come to?

Whatever it is, it isn't enough.

It is for me.

Man, I have been coming here every month
and haven't watched you make a budget.

A budget. When you could have more cash
than the Prince of Brunei.

Monks in Tibet make more money than you.
It's starting to drive me crazy.

Oh, no, go.

Oh, no, no, no.

Pathetic as it may seem, this is the one
time in my life when I know I can

actually beat the odds. That is
pathetic.

Thank you, Marissa.

Look, all I'm suggesting is that we take
a more prudent financial approach.

Say, uh, throw in season tickets to the
Bulls for a few years, huh? What's this?

What? There's marks all over the
headline.

So?

So it's a sloppy headline.

Wait a minute, let me see that. Come on.

You never give up, do you, Chuck?

How do you expect me to bet on a horse
if I can't see the race results?

Just keeping you honest.

That's not a contradiction in terms.

All right, here's one. Third race at
Pimlico.

362 trifecta, pace 160.

Okay. How much are we putting down?

16.

16 bucks, that's it?

Yeah. What if we do a little
negotiation?

No. Another grand?

No. My own money. Do you want me to go?

You know it's embarrassing what I have
to do to help you pay your rent.

362. Don't get creative on it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now that your finances are done...

What do you mean the mail hasn't come
yet? Where are we?

Timbuktu? Mr. Hawks, I... Never mind,
I'll get it myself.

Stafford, you miss Belprasier again. A
little thing called Belcher, okay?

There's someone here to see you,
Stafford. Where?

He's over there.

I don't know. I'm asking him to leave.

Junk. Junk. He is from the government,
sir. Whose government?

Ours.

Okay, here, open this door, will you? I
second thought it might be personal.

Morning,

Harry Hawks.

Looking for me?

I am. Well, what can I do for you?

Don't open that.

Don't open that.

Hey, wait. That's my man. Everybody get
down.

Everybody get down.

Are you all right?

Who the hell is that?

You all right, Mr., uh... Dobbs.

John Dobbs.

Secret service.

Secret service, huh? What are you doing
here?

Special assignment.

Washington.

What kind of special assignment?

Well, you can call and check me out.

Detective, uh... Crumb.

Crumb?

I suggest you do that. Oh, don't worry,
I will.

Detective?

So you got statements?

Yep. Yeah, what do we got? Letter bomb.

At least that's what he says. We're
running forensics.

You again.

Now, don't tell me.

You had another one of those flashes?

Really?

What kind of flashes?

It's kind of hard to explain.

I imagine it is.

I don't get it. Who'd want to kill me?
I'm an editor. They just get another

Don't worry about it.

Whoever this guy is, we're going to find
him.

In the meantime, you can go.

Come on, I'll buy you lunch.

Near -death experiences always make me
hungry.

Excuse me. First, I'd like to talk to
you two.

Me? It'll just take a minute.

Oh, no, I can't. I insist, Gary.

Do you mind if we use your office?

What?

Oh, sure.

Go right ahead.

First of all, I hope I can count on some
discretion concerning what I'm about to

say. How about we order lunch in?

Listen, I'm sure it's none of my
business, so why don't I... Oh, I think

Okay, we'll wait on lunch.

Gentlemen, the president is due in town
day after tomorrow.

He's here to make a speech.

I'm here to make sure that everything
goes well.

One guy? I thought they had a whole team
for that.

Oh, they do.

Protection, surveillance, security.

They know what to look for. My job is
different.

I work in the background.

I'm what you might call a... a hunter.

Hunting for what?

Oh, most anything.

People with grudges, people with plans,
the odd schizophrenic, garden variety

nut.

The one who hasn't shown up on the radar
screen yet.

My job is to see that he doesn't.

And that's why you came to see me? It's
funny the things that pass through a

newspaper editor's office.

For instance, people who think that they
know things that the rest of us don't.

This confab just about over.

Some of us have work to do.

I think we're finished for now.

I'm sure we'll be talking again soon.

Yeah.

So, when do I reach you?

In the unlikely event that I should want
to.

Right here will do.

Do you want to show me an office?

Or shall I pick out one myself?

So he calls you a nut?

So many words, yeah.

Among other things.

Well, you might be right. You are kind
of, uh, different.

There's a booth over at Table 2. The
only reason I'm different is because I

this paper.

Other than that, I'm completely normal.

You sure about that?

Knock it off, will you?

You saved a guy's life today. You should
feel good about that. Sit's fine.

Yeah, except for he probably thinks I'm
the one that sent the damn thing.

Who, huh?

Um, Agent Dob.

What's wrong with this thing? The
headline's getting worse.

It should be spiked.

Well, I'm back.

Did you make the race track?

Yeah, I made it to the track. Did you
make the bet?

Yep.

Dan, we have a little problem.

What kind of a problem?

Not my fault. I was going to do exactly
as you told me.

The 362 horse, third race, trifecta, 16
bucks.

So what happened?

Last minute scratch.

What do you mean last minute scratch?
That's impossible. It's in the paper. I

don't care what was in the paper. The
paper was wrong.

The three horse came up lame.

So I had to bet on my lucky number.

Seven. And you lost.

Au contraire.

You won?

Yep.

How much did you win?

Forty -two grand and change.

Oh, my God.

Hello.

And not only that, look at the name of
the seven horse.

The one that won the third race. Go
ahead, look it up.

What's its name?

Number seven.

Mr. Snow's cat.

I don't believe it.

Told you.

So it's a coincidence.

It could have been anything.

Jack, it happened to be Mr. Snow's cat.
Sure.

The number you want. There's nothing
mystical about that. No. Could happen to

anyone. That's right.

Except that the name of the horse
happens to be the same name of a certain

typesetter they got to pay from before
you did. And his cat, who you happen to

share an apartment with. Enough already.

You find proof great. Otherwise,
coincidence.

Mr. Hobson?

Morris.

From the Sun -Times, remember?

The archives?

Yeah, how are you? I brought you
something.

Figured you'd be interested.

Just turned up today.

In a hole in the wall.

find this wasn't me telephone guys they
were installing new lines when the wall

caved in being as high i'm the archivist
wait a minute it was in the wall why

got me they renovated the place in 65
maybe got put in by mistake somehow i

doubt that not when it comes to lucius
snow anyway now that you've got it i'll

be going where you going you just got
here take a load off let's just say i'm

superstitious Last time I got involved
in that stuff, it almost got me killed.

Call me if you need me, which I hope you
don't.

So you gonna open it?

Oh, no.

Maybe he's right. Maybe it's none of my
business.

Nah. Yeah.

Open it.

Yeah, go ahead.

Another newspaper.

What'd you expect, old bone?

Gary, what is it?

Saturday, November 23rd, 1963.

Kennedy killed.

John F. Kennedy, 35th president of the
United States.

Shot and killed today in Dallas.

12 .59 local time.

The president, enjoying new popularity
all through the South, was waving from

his motorcade when the shots were fired.

four -year -old Lee Harvey Oswald has
been charged with the crime and is

expected to be formally booked this
afternoon.

The nation has gone into mourning for
its fallen hero.

Okay, so the guy leaves a newspaper some
30 years old.

What's the point?

Don't you see?

He knew it was going to happen.

What?

He read about it in his paper the day
before.

Somehow he knew about it all.

The when, the where, the how.

It's more than that.

He was there.

Ah, Crumb.

Mind if I borrow your desk?

Apparently not.

Anything else I can do for you?

Well, I've been browsing through some of
your products.

Interesting reading.

Can help but notice a common thread
running through a lot of them.

And what would that be?

Well, Hobson, Hobson, Hobson, and
Hobson.

Kind of a theme, don't you think? You're
wasting your time.

The kid's harmless.

Harmless? Seems like every time
something happens, he's around.

I don't know. He gets these feelings, I
guess. He gets feelings and things blow

up. fall down?

What are you saying?

He's making this up?

Well, let's say he's the fireman who
sets the fires and then shows up to put

them out.

This doesn't seem strange to you?

I see things different, that's all.

I think he's trouble.

I think you're making a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

I can't afford to.

Neither can you.

Airline tickets, hotel reservations, car
runs.

So the guy took a trip, that's all.

There must be a clue in there somewhere,
some kind of message.

Maybe he meant to just throw all this
stuff away.

You don't really believe that, do you?
He hid the damn thing in a wall.

Yeah? Well, why?

Look, we knew the guy was in Dallas.

We knew he was there the day it
happened. So the question is, where did

What did he do?

There's something we're not seeing.

What is that?

That.

What is it?

A business card.

U .S. Secret Service. J .T.

Marley. Bingo.

Bingo?

Snow needed help. That's who we went to.

We have to find this Marley guy.

What, you expect to find this guy after
30 years?

Yeah, what do you want us to do, knock
on the Secret Service's door and say,

excuse me, is that J .T. in?

Morris.

Oh, no.

Not me. I told you I'm superstitious.
Come on, Morris. It's a favor. Just a

little research. That's all.

That's what you said last time.

Why is this so important anyway?

No, it's not that. It's just I need to
know a little bit more about the guy.

That's all.

So you want me to break into government
files and find you a name just like

that?

Well, you're right. You probably
wouldn't be able to figure that out

Probably should have my head examined
for letting you talk me into this.

Okay, here we go.

You sure you know what you're doing,
Morris?

You don't work in the basement 30 years
without learning some tricks.

Let's see what happened.

Boy, you're breaking into a secret
service file.

This is not the secret service.

This is the IRS.

Taxes. By department zip code.

Your bureaucracy at work.

There. Let's see.

I'll see you. Maybe he never paid his
taxes.

That happens.

What happens?

Whoops. What's going on here?

Research.

Research on what?

Bolivian finches.

Bob -tailed Bolivian finches.

White -breasted, bobtailed Bolivian
finches. Very rare.

Cute. Now, get out of here.

This isn't a public library.

Morris, check these out.

Stop tying up my employees on company
time, huh?

Hey, Hawks. Remember a guy who used to
work here, retired a few years ago,

typesetter named Lucius Snow?

Yeah.

White -haired guy?

Yeah. Had a cat?

Yeah.

Crackpot.

How's that?

Completely out of his mind.

Why?

Nothing, sir, nothing.

Well, then, if you'll excuse me, I've
got tomorrow's edition to deal with.

Hope I'm not disturbing you. Just
thought you might want to know. I found

Marley. Took a while, but I did.

Where is he?

In the old bits.

He's dead.

When?

January 1964.

Two months after Dallas.

Went down in a plane.

No survivors.

You're sure it's him?

According to this, the man was a hero.

Sorry.

Oh, thanks, Morse.

So this is where he lives.

Rented room.

Well, it's the only hotel.

He's got a problem with people who live
in rented rooms.

Oh, come on.

He's harmless.

Let's go home.

Hey. Did you check me out? What? Did you
call Washington?

Oh, yeah. Did they tell you what I was
doing here?

Sure. So do me a favor.

Don't get in my way.

Yeah, sure.

The time is now 6 .30 in Chicago.

It's a chilly 24 degrees, and here's the
news.

Security is tight as the city prepares
for tomorrow's visit from President

Tyson.

You're on your own today, buddy.

Hey, Mike.

What's up, son?

That about it?

Yeah.

Ooh, $50.

What you got?

What'd you do, rob a bank?

I'm sorry.

Hey, you what? Next time, rob one for
me.

Yeah.

Mike. Yeah.

You look.

One of these headlines.

Is there anything strange in them?
Strange?

Huh. They got marks on them. They're
kind of... Which bank?

It's you again.

Like the moth to the flame, which bank
did you rob?

Oh, all of them.

So where are you going, Hobson? None of
your business.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. You seem to
be in a hurry. Beat it.

I would if I could.

What the hell is it you want with me?

What do I want?

Well, maybe I want the answers to a few
questions, like, what are you going to

do today, huh?

You're not going to work. You haven't
got a job. I know that.

Congratulations. So maybe you've got
something else in mind, something you

in your head, huh?

What does it sound like, this voice that
you talk to?

Or is it a vision, huh?

Gary do this, Gary do that.

Must be kind of a drag, huh?

Do you see a shrink about this, or do
you try to keep it down inside?

That's it. It's like a genie trying to
break out.

It's crazy, isn't it?

You know what I'm talking about, don't
you? It's crazy.

You can't stop it, can you?

Yeah, it's the cat, all right.

Kind of blurry, but there it is.

Morse, is there any way you can blow
that picture up?

Well, I could, but with the grain, it
most likely turned out the same.

What are you looking for anyway?

Or do I want to know?

Probably not.

I figured.

So, what now?

Now I go home.

You don't mean that, do you?

Gary, you just found a clue.

So there's a cat in the picture. What am
I supposed to do? So that means he was

there the moment it happened.

I mean, he must have tried to stop it,
just as you would.

But he couldn't. The question is why.

Look, if the guy wanted help, he should
have asked for it. He did.

He's asking you.

Gary, there's something else in that
picture. You just have to find it.

Maybe there I can help.

Crumb.

There goes my digestion.

You eat that for breakfast?

It's better than donuts.

What do you want?

Well, I thought maybe we should make
peace.

Cut off on the wrong foot.

And the fact is, we could help each
other out.

How's that?

Oh, I've got my job, you've got yours.
We're both under a lot of pressure.

Hell, we've both got families to
support, right? Ah, well.

So, I was thinking like, uh, well, the
letter bomb.

Do you have any leads on that?

No, not a trace.

And don't start with this Hobson stuff
again.

No, no.

I'm probably too hard on that guy, huh?
You're damn right, Chuck.

Well, you know him. I don't.

But you can't blame me for asking
questions. You have to admit he's

I call that money he carries around.

What money?

All that cash.

I mean, he hasn't got a job.

Who's paying him, huh?

How much money?

Well, look, it's not like you have to
have a search warrant or anything.

Like I said, it's just strange, huh?

Not bad.

I think I'll order one. No, no, be my
guest.

Oh, thanks.

Ah, the Warren Commission's report.

That picture's famous. It should be in
here.

So? Hold your horses.

Ah, ain't good as it was.

Ah, here it is.

It's the same picture.

Yeah, but this time they've got names.

Names.

He's Anderson, Spivak, and great. What
is it?

J .T. Marley. It's a dead end.

What did he say?

Well, J .T. Marley's dead. That's a dead
end.

Unless, of course, he's not.

Huh? He faked his death. He's still out
there, alive and well. Haven't you

heard?

How do you know that?

Your friend Snow told me. Now, get out
of my stacks.

Hey, Hawks, hang on.

Wait a second.

Hawks! Listen, Hawks, all I need to
know... Forget about it. I don't want to

talk about this anymore, okay?

You're wasting my time, not to mention
my staff.

Listen, what about Snow? Snow was a
lunatic.

This guy drove me mad. He gave me this
crackpot theory.

What theory?

Oh, come on. It's Kennedy.

Everyone has a theory. CIA.

Bandits. Outlaws. Pink elephants.

But Snow's... That was a doozy.

So he told you about it? I was just a
cub, okay? I was trying to be polite.

But my God.

Renegade agents.

Falsified death certificates.

Oswald was just a dupe. Come on, that's
crazy.

And what about Marley?

They found his bones scattered all over
a mountaintop in central Peru.

It's over his teeth, which they
identified one by one.

I checked it all out. It's a waste of
time. I almost got fired.

And what about the cat?

Cat? The cat in the picture. What cat?

Snow's cat.

Give me that.

You found this here, it's property of
this paper, and here it stays.

The only reason I don't throw you out is
because you saved my life, which I

thank you for. Now get out.

No, you listen to me.

Cats don't kill presidents, got it? Now
go.

I got work to do.

Come back anytime.

Conspiracy theories.

Stuff will be the death of me yet.

What do you want to do about Dobbs?

I need a warrant.

Warrant? For what?

Hobbs, I need to make a search.

Yeah, I'm hungry too.

The White House announced today that
after the president's arrival in

he will speak to labor leaders all over
the country.

Governor Fallin has called the visit a
proud day for a proud city.

So you made a fool of yourself. What
else is new?

I would have liked to have seen his face
when he told him about that cat.

Did he really threaten to throw you out?

You're getting a real kick out of this
one.

Thanks, Hammond. Bye.

I got it.

So you came up with this.

Maybe there was nothing to it in the
first place. I mean, crack's thing is

practically age and history by now
anyway.

I don't have any cash.

Here.

I don't have any either.

What? I don't have any money. What about
the money from the track?

The money from the track? No, the money
from the track is not for something like

this. That's for living expenses. Wrong.

Money from the track was a windfall. You
said yourself you didn't need all that.

Come on, let's live a little.

All right, I'll go. No, no, no.

I'll go.

You sit down.

Relax.

Take a load off.

Where is it?

It's in the desk on the right -hand
side.

All right. You wet your whistle.

Watch some TV.

All right, look, I'll be back in two
minutes.

Air Force One will arrive at O 'Hare
International Airport sometime just

noon. Airport officials don't expect the
visit will disrupt commercial

traffic, but they are suggesting that
passengers be aware of potential delays.

The motorcade route will take the
president, as well as the governor, into

along Wacker Drive, where lunch crowds
are expected to turn out. The

car will then travel down Michigan
Avenue and arrive at the hotel at

'clock.

President Kennedy died at 1 p .m.
Central Standard Time, 2 o 'clock

Eastern Standard Time, some 38 minutes
ago.

...direction of government policy,
although Federal Reserve analysts have

already stated their reluctance to upset
the status quo.

Hey, Lisa.

Yeah?

Wait, wait, on the right there.

Against the law. Come on. Turn around.

Detective Clark, over here. You better
come see what we got.

What? What'd I do?

Thanks a lot. Gary?

Gary?

What's wrong?

Wait, where are you taking me?

What's happening, Gary? Where are we
going?

Gary, tell me what's going on.

What is it, Gary? What is it?

Oh, my God, Gary.

You're shaking. What's wrong? What's
happening? The President Titan's going

be shot. The headlines, the marks on the
paper, it's been trying to tell me. Oh,

my God. We've got to get help. No, we
can't do that. Of course we can. If

there's a gunman out there. Marissa,
it's me.

What are you talking about? It's you.

Listen, tomorrow at 2 o 'clock, the
paper says I'm going to try and shoot

President of the United States.

That doesn't make sense.

That's not right.

Maybe someone's trying to set you up.

Dobbs. No, it's not Dobbs. How do you
know it's not Dobbs? Because I'm going

kill Dobbs, too.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I'm going to need help.

Crud.

Crud.

You want to brush police on this? A lot
of people.

He may lead us to Marley.

the president's arrival tomorrow morning
to speak to the nation's governor.

I need to talk to Hawks. Where is he?

In his office.

But I wouldn't disturb him. He's been in
there all night long.

Hey, Hawks.

Hawks, open up. It's Hawks.

I'm sorry. The bar's in line.

Something's happened.

I don't know when it turned to. I'm in
trouble.

Hawks.

Hawks.

want me to help you with it?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No, no, stop!

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