All language subtitles for Early Edition s03e08 Deadline

What if you knew, beyond a doubt, what
was going to happen tomorrow?

What would you do?

There is no easy answer for a guy who
gets tomorrow's news today.

Go back to sleep, and then I'd have the
same dream over again.

About a tumble?

I don't know. I was underground.

I was trying to get somewhere. I was
trying to get something, and I couldn't.

Well, maybe you had too much coffee.

Yeah, maybe.

So, what's in the paper today?

Oh, it's pretty light.

All except an execution of Ricky Brown.

You don't want me to get any rest, do
you?

I'm right here.

You're not going to believe this. This
is a story about the execution.

What is it?

Brown's defense was always shaky.

The only witness to support his story
was an elderly eccentric named Lucius

Snow.

Lucius Snow?

You're Lucius Snow? Well, who else could
it be?

The man who got the newspaper before
you.

It says here that Ricky Brown was a
trucker.

Supposedly killed the owner of the
company.

No testified that he saw someone else
leave the scene.

Who was Snow doing that?

Well, Snow got the paper.

So he must have known about the murder.

Then why didn't he get there in time to
stop it?

I don't know.

He claimed he saw someone else?

Yeah.

So why was Brown convicted?

Says here Snow was a lousy witness.

They basically tore him apart on the
stand.

I don't know what happened.

Morris?

Hello?

Spockett?

She's got to be.

Morris!

It's about time.

Been expecting you.

Expecting us?

Thought you'd have come here before now.

This is about Ricky Brown, isn't it?

How did you know that?

You were friends with Lucius Snow.

Not exactly. I never really met the guy.

No. But for some strange reason, he left
you everything he had, didn't he?

Sort of. But you were good friends with
him, weren't you, Morris?

Um, fellow employees is more like it.

I run the archives.

Lucius was a typesetter.

Last of his kind.

Now, I didn't mind him, but he was a
strange sort of duck.

Kept to himself.

What you two have in common with Lucius
Snow is beyond me.

A cat.

Pardon me, ma 'am. Why don't you get to
the point, Morris?

Always in a hurry, aren't you? All
right.

Last couple of times I seen you here, it
was linked to old Lucious Snow.

Toward the end of his life, he was down
here nearly every day working on this.

What is it?

It's a file on Ricky Brown.

The Brown case was his obsession.

He said he knew that boy was innocent.

It bothered him to the end that he
couldn't do more to help.

Here, sit here, Marissa. Oh, thank you.

And why don't I let you all be? I got
plenty to do to keep me busy.

Thank you.

Yeah, thanks, Morris.

I imagine Lucius Snow would be happy to
know that you all finally got down here

to look through that file.

I imagine it would.

Just hope you're not too late.

So what exactly are we looking for? I
don't know.

Well, if Mr. Snow couldn't find anything
down here, what can we do?

I don't know, but we've got to start
somewhere, don't we?

Looks like this answers one of our
questions.

What? This story from the same night
Ricky Brown was arrested.

Train collision avoided. Mystery man
intervenes.

An unidentified man pulled the manual
track switch to prevent a runaway

train from hitting a passenger train
last night on the Division Street yard,

saving the lives of hundreds of people.

We should know.

I guess he had to make a choice, didn't
he?

Either the train or it was Ricky Brown.

He didn't have time to get from the
train yard down to Lower Wack where the

murder took place, so he didn't have
time to stop Tom Fletcher from being

killed. He made the right choice.

Yeah, but that doesn't make it any
easier, does it?

One of these days, I'm not going to be
able to get there on time just like Snow

wasn't able to. You don't know that,
Garrett. Yeah, well, if it happened to

Snow, it can happen to me, can't it? You
can't think about that right now.

Ricky Brown is alive.

You still have time to save his life.

Well, how am I going to do that,
Marissa?

You said fill yourself with snow camp
figures. How am I supposed to do it?

Look, Ricky Brown, he's going to be
executed tonight at 9 o 'clock.

Now, that doesn't give me enough time to
get through all this paperwork, let

alone I'm supposed to solve a murder.

I know what I said, but you still have
to do something.

You have to at least try.

about seeing Ricky Brown?

You don't.

Wait a second. I've done some
independent investigating and I've got

I need to talk to him about before he's
gonna... Before it's too late.

Yeah.

Well, so... So how do I get in and see
him?

Do I look like a moron to you?

No. Then don't waste my time.

He's on death row.

You just don't take a number and walk
in.

On one.

Gary Hobson?

Molly Green.

You know this joker, Molly? Yeah, I
wrote a few columns on his brief but

brilliant career as a supervisor.

What are you doing, dear?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I need to see Ricky Brown.

Yeah? Why?

Do you know his story?

I'd better. I'm about to go in and get
his final interview.

You... Can I go with you?

Why?

Well, I've stumbled upon a few things.

Oh, don't tell me you think he's
innocent.

Oh, my God, you do think he's innocent.

Just listen to me for a minute. You are
the original bleeding heart. You know

that? Do you remember when you first met
me?

When you tried to get something done in
Chicago politics by being honest? Yeah,

and it worked, didn't it? My grandfather
used to say, even a blind squirrel

stumbles onto an acorn now and then.
Well, he was a smart man.

Thank you. Yeah, but so why don't I go
in with you? What harm can it do, huh?

What good can it do? Look, there might
be one insight, one thing that was

overlooked that might do some good.

This might be far -fetched. Yeah.

But if Ricky Brown was falsely
condemned, then you got the story.

No, no, no.

You've got the exclusive.

All right, boys camp. But as far as
everyone else is concerned, you're my

research assistant, okay?

Do not be wasting my time, please.

Sleepy, I don't have time to waste.

Open three.

First time on death row?

Good. Open four.

Don't let it freak you.

Remember, we get to leave when the
interview's over.

They're here for the Brown interview.

My biggest regret is that I'll never see
Allison again.

Tell me about her.

Mind if I take this?

I thought you were a reporter.

You don't know this stuff?

Well, it would help to get your version.

Makes better copy, huh?

Look, this might be the last chance you
have to get your story out.

You want people to know the truth,
right?

Mister, I've been telling the truth for
the past eight years.

I didn't kill Tom Fletcher.

Nobody wants to listen.

Some people do.

Look, I'm just here to write whatever
you have to say.

I happen to believe that the readers
would like to hear your story one last

in your own words.

Well, yeah.

You would have never put the two of us
together.

Me, I'm Kentucky Bluegrass.

And Allison, well, Allison Chicago
Blueblood.

Her father had died of a heart attack a
few months before I met her.

Allison and her older brother Tom had
just taken over Fletcher Enterprises.

trucking business was just a small piece
of the operation.

Nice parking job.

Well, can't scratch company property.

No?

No, that was old man Fletcher's rule.

Gotta keep it looking new.

Really? You'd have thought, rich as he
was, the old man had employed the

docks, but...

No, that old man was down here all the
time, just sticking his nose into

everything. Uh -huh. Really?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was a good boss.

He was the best.

You know, now that he's gone, I bet we
don't see another Fletcher down here.

You don't think so?

Oh, heck no.

A couple of rich kids inheriting all of
Daddy's money.

Last thing they're going to do is poke
around a bunch of noisy old big rigs.

no. They'll be off spending all their
time playing tennis or something.

Well, not all their time.

I'm Alison Fletcher.

Oh.

Oh, I guess I just stepped in it, didn't
I?

No, not necessarily.

You know, I could use a tour of the
loading dock.

Are you serious?

Yeah, Dad said we have to learn the
business from the ground up, so...

You know what? We've got to make it
fast, though, because

I've got a tennis game at three.

She was so easy to talk to.

There was nothing I couldn't tell her.

I'd get up every morning, counting the
minutes before I'd see her that day.

Even though we were from different sides
of the tracks, I was happier with her

than I'd been with anyone in my life.

I proposed to her three months later.

Gave her my grandmother's engagement
ring.

It was fast, but sometimes you just know
something's supposed to be.

But there was trouble with her brother,
right?

Tom didn't like me from the jump.

Why was that?

Thought I was after Allison's money.

It was always about money with Tom.

When he and Allison took over, he seemed
to think some of the family's assets

were being mishandled, and that included
Allison.

There was a big bash at Fletcher
headquarters, too.

Celebrate Tom and Allison's taking over.

I thought it was a good time for Allison
and me to announce our engagement.

I guess I was the only one.

You know I don't care about your money.
I know.

All I care about is you.

I know.

Tom can be so stubborn.

Oh, and what does that mean?

It means that I think that we should
hold off for a while.

the engagement?

No, no, no.

Just the announcement.

I don't think that we should do it at
the party.

I don't want Tom to resent you.

This is about us, okay?

Not him.

Ricky, he asked me to wait.

You told him?

I had to. He's my brother. Together,
we... Yeah, yeah, you run a Fortune 500

company. I know.

Ricky.

Look, if we love each other, then it's
not going to be so bad.

I wish I would have listened to her.

Everything would have been different.

But she was my whole world.

I just couldn't stand being treated like
that.

Ricky, don't do this. Why not?

This isn't the time or the place.
There's never going to be a time or

Ricky. Ricky, please.

I got to talk to you, Tom.

I got an announcement to make.

Maybe we should go somewhere else. Talk
this through.

I don't see anything that needs to be
talked through. It's real simple what

talking about.

Ricky. And it doesn't have anything to
do with money.

I never said anything about money. No,
but it's what you meant.

You know, if you would just take two
minutes of your precious time to get to

know me. You don't need to hear about
our problems, Ricky. You won't talk to

anyplace else.

If you'd like to make an appointment.

An appointment? I'm talking about your
sister.

I'm talking to you. Take your hands off
of me. Not until I'm through saying what

I want to say. I think you've said
enough.

Oh, you think you know much better.

You don't even know who I am.

I think you've shown everyone here
exactly who and what you are.

Wouldn't you agree?

Excuse me.

Oh, you think you're the better man?

anything by it. It was stupid. I was
mad.

What happened next?

What's the point?

There was one witness who tried to help
out.

Lucius Snow.

He was sort of a friend of mine.

He was?

Lucius Snow.

Old man never gave up trying to help.

If he'd just gotten there a few seconds
earlier, he would have seen everything.

What happened?

Day after the party, I figured I had
some fence -mending to do.

I needed to do more than apologize.

I went to find Tom to try to work out
some kind of prenuptial agreement.

Whatever else I could come up with to
try to make things right.

I'd like to see Mr. Fletcher.

Sorry, Mr.

Fletcher's gone for the day.

Well, his car's still here.

Maybe you passed each other.

Let me go check.

He's not in, sir.

Sir, come back here.

Security, please.

He wasn't in his office.

I went down and rechecked the parking
lot. His car was still there.

I saw somebody run away.

Well, I didn't really see him. I saw his
shadow.

I tried to follow, but it's like a maze
down there.

I lost him.

But the police didn't lose me.

I didn't do anything.

Put your hands... No!

No!

They never found the gun.

They said I threw it in the river.

They said I was a cold, calculating
killer.

I'd gone there to shoot Tom, to show him
who was the better man.

Some story.

You don't believe them?

It's death row.

We're all innocent.

It's back to them.

What if he's telling the truth?

I guess we'll never know.

Excuse me, is anyone here?

May I help you?

Yes, my wallet fell out of my purse down
the hallway and I was wondering if you

could help me find it.

Well, please.

It has everything in it.

Just a minute.

Thank you so much.

Excuse me.

Alison Fletcher?

Who are you?

Gary Hobson. I really need to talk to
you.

About what?

I was a friend of Lucius Snow's, and I
came across some of his papers that

involved Ricky Brown.

Well, I think that Ricky Brown might be
innocent, but I could use your help to

prove it. How did you get past the
receptionist?

Well, look... No reporters, okay? No
interviews, no questions, no comments.

Understand? No, I'm not a reporter.

Get out. You don't understand. No, you
don't understand.

What's the problem?

This reporter sneaked in somehow.

No, I'm not a reporter. Look, just give
me a second here.

It's okay.

It's all right, Winston.

No, it's not all right.

Claims he has new evidence on the Brown
case.

Oh. Then why don't you come with me for
a moment, Mr., um... Hobson. Mr. Hobson,

in addition to being corporate counsel,
I'm also Allison's personal attorney,

and I'd like to hear anything you have
to say about Ricky Brown.

Thank you, Winston, and you can tell him
anything that you would tell me.

This way, Mr.

Hobson. Thank you.

Maybe we should knock off the rest of
the day.

No, uh... No, I feel better working,
especially today.

I, uh, I know I've come onto this case a
little late.

That's an understatement.

Well, it's just that, uh... Well, if
Lucia Snow thinks that Ricky Brown was

innocent, I have to believe that, too.

Nobody would like to hear that more than
me, Mr. Hobson.

The Fletcher family is practically my
family.

I grew up with the old man, John
Fletcher. I went off to law school while

started this tiny trucking company.

I've been the family attorney since I
passed the bar.

Together, we built this corporation from
the ground up.

I watched his children grow. I never had
any myself.

When Tom died, it felt like losing one
of my own.

Here, sit.

So, uh...

You believed that Ricky Brown did it.
Well, no, not at first.

And it's always troubled me.

I genuinely want to believe that he's
innocent.

We've done more than you might realize,
Mr. Hobson.

Given the circumstances of the case,
you'll appreciate why this knowledge

made public. But working through me,
Allison has secretly financed Ricky's

defense and all of his appeals.

Huh.

No one ever believed Lucious Snow.

He was a terrible witness.

At first, police thought he was a
transient.

He was filthy, his clothes were in
tatters, he looked like... Like he was

train wreck?

Exactly. The prosecution had a field day
with him.

What was he doing down there?

He thought something was wrong?

Why? How?

They attacked his credibility from every
angle.

and the more he tried to explain
himself, the more convoluted and strange

testimony began to sound.

Everyone thought he was a lunatic.

But he and Ricky did see somebody.

But no description.

A shadow.

Nothing to go on.

We did everything we could to find this
man, and we had ample resources, believe

me. I'm afraid we were chasing a
phantom, Mr. Hobson.

Now you're chasing it, too.

Yeah.

All right, you got three steps here.

My dream.

What?

This is the exact same as it looked in
my dream.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Maybe Lucius was trying to reach you.

This must have been where he came down.

Come on.

Hang on a second.

There's nowhere to go help Ricky.

But by then, the murderer already moved
past him.

But the problem is that the murderer
could have been anywhere.

So what do we do?

I don't know.

Mealtime.

I don't want it.

It smells pretty good.

I leave it out here, there's no telling
what's going to happen to it.

You want it, you take it.

No, I was just trying to... I don't know
what I was

trying to do.

Just let me know if you change your
mind.

Didn't Lucius write anything down or
take any notes?

Not much. He just sat right there where
Marissa is, going over the clippings and

talking to himself.

I'm not going to end up like that.

Like Lucius Snow?

What makes you think he would?

It's nothing.

Hey, what's this?

It's a business card. Where'd you get
it?

In the drawer here.

That drawer's empty.

I cleaned it out myself.

Well, this was in it.

Frank Scanlon, Vice President of
Fletcher Enterprise.

Wait a second.

I just saw that.

I

know

who Frank Scanlon is.

And I'll bet you Lucious Snow knew who
he was, too.

I'll be darned.

Now, all we got to do is make a
connection here.

You mean a motive, don't you?

Yeah, I guess I do.

What's this supposed to prove? That
Scanlon was involved.

In the murder? Yeah.

How is a business card supposed to prove
that?

Well, I don't know.

Perfect. Well, that's why I brought it
to you. Well, I'll get right on it.

Listen, I'm telling you, there's a
connection. Now, that card was in a file

in the archives from Snow.

Well, why didn't you say so? That
changes everything.

No, look, you know what? I asked some of
the old -timers around here about Snow.

To put it nicely, it doesn't seem like
the elevator went to the top.

Well, maybe he had things on his mind
all the time. What is that?

All right, well, I thought I'd give
Fletcher Enterprises a second look.

I thought you didn't believe Ricky
Brown.

Oh, no, no, no. I said you shouldn't
believe Ricky Brown. I'm a journalist,

Hobson. You know, it's just facts with
me, not emotion.

And?

And the only red flag is... Come on,
come on, come on.

Okay, right after Tom Fletcher's murder,
the company sold off its specialty

parts division to Forrester
International.

So? So, a bunch of executives made a
killing in a stock options thing as part

the deal.

Numero uno was the division director at
the time. Your boy, Frank Scanlon.

green from the sun times to see you
should i call security uh no no that's

you can send them in winston could you
please uh come in here gary hopson's

with molly uh molly green from the sun
times i'd like you to be here are you

sure you want to see anyone right now if
they have new evidence

Thank you for seeing us, Miss Fletcher.

Molly Green from the Chicago Sun -Times.
I know this must be a very difficult

day for you.

Hold on, Miss Green. We haven't agreed
to any interviews.

Miss Fletcher, if there is any chance at
all of saving Ricky Brown, we need your

help. What makes you so sure about this?

Lucius Snow.

Now, I know he made a poor witness, but
I would stake my life on anything the

man had to say.

Miss Fletcher, for the sake of Ricky
Brown, for the sake of your own brother,

you could just hear us out here.

Of course.

Go ahead.

Fletcher Specialty Parts was a very
profitable division, yet it was sold off

well under its market value.

And key execs were awarded stock options
from the buyer, Forrester

International.

After the sale, those options shot up in
value.

I don't understand what that has to do
with Ricky.

Ricky told us that your brother thought
that somebody was trying to profit off

of this company after the death of your
father.

Yes, but he never mentioned anyone in
particular.

Well, nobody made a larger profit off
the sale of the parts division than

Scanlon. Frank?

That's outrageous.

We all profited. Scanlon just happened
to broker the deal.

Frank has been advising me since my
brother died, and we've become close.

Well, what about the bargain basement
price for the division?

On paper only.

The truth is the international market
for those kind of parts has been drying

for years. We were lucky to get what we
did.

That Forrester was able to turn its
stock around with the new division and

such a profit.

It was pure luck.

Wait a second. There's got to be an
explanation. There's got to be a motive

this somewhere. I admire your
determination, Mr. Hudson.

But what makes you think you can succeed
when so many others have failed?

In two hours, no less.

That I don't know.

But I do know I'm not going to let an
innocent man die without using every

minute that I've got.

All right.

Sorry to bother you.

What now, Ace? There's got to be
something we don't understand yet.

think about it. Do you honestly think in
these last few hours we're going to

uncover anything? Yeah, I know, I know.
But Lucius Snow would not have stuck

with Ricky Brown if he wasn't innocent.
You and Lucius Snow, you both told me

enough. I will tell you enough. Let me
tell you.

I think he might have heard you. Me and
my big mouth.

What, you think I'm nuts now?

Yes? Allison, Molly Green.

Yes? I think we might have left your
office a little early.

What do you mean?

Well, can I come back over there and
look through your financial records from

before the sale of the parts division?

Well, it's funny that you should ask,
because after you left, I went to look

them over, and they're gone.

What do you mean?

They've been wiped off the computer.
They're not there.

Their financial records were wiped off
the computer? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ask them

if they keep hard copies in a warehouse
in Calumet.

How do you know?

Just ask her.

No, I heard what he said, and he's
right. That's exactly where we keep all

hard copy files.

Let's go.

Huh? Let's go.

How did you know that? I just know these
things.

Creeps me out about you. Don't answer me
questions.

Edit the cop.

Yeah, let's call the cop. No. No,
Hudson, wait!

What are you doing here?

We killed Tom Fletcher, and you're
trying to cover up what you're doing

company money, aren't you? What?

And you're trying to get rid of the
evidence.

Get rid of it? I'm trying to find it.
Oh, that's right. That's why you tried

run us over at the office, huh?

Run you over? What are you talking
about? I'm talking about your black

parked out back, pal. I have a red
Chevy, and it's parked in front.

Red Chevy?

Oh.

I heard you talking to Allison.

I came here to find the paperwork that
proves...

Someone manipulated the record.

Do you smell that?

Yes!

Yes,

I'm sure. Somebody just tried to run us
over. Wait, oh God, don't please don't

put me on hold again.

Hobson.

There's a minister here.

I already done my praying.

Might be easier if you talked about it.

There ain't nothing easy about this.

I thought a minister.

Despite his claims of innocence right up
until the end, convicted murderer Ricky

Brown faces death by lethal injection in
just a few minutes from now at the

Illinois State Maximum Security
Penitentiary. His final stay of

denied earlier today by the governor's
office.

Brown's defense was not able to provide
any new evidence in the case. That would

have been necessary for any final review
of his death sentence.

Brown was convicted of the 1990 murder
of Thomas Fletcher, the heir to the

Fletcher Enterprises fortune.

Well, I guess some things were just
meant to be.

Sorry about that, Mr. Snow.

I know that Hobson kid did all he could.

Yes, he did.

The Fletcher family has decided not to
issue any formal statement on Brown's

execution. In other news today in
Springfield...

Come here.

You look exhausted.

I didn't want to be alone.

No, no, you shouldn't be.

I keep thinking I'm going to cry, but
the tears don't come.

They will.

They will.

When's the last time you had a meal?

No, I'm not hungry.

You want to get out? Maybe try to eat?

No, no, I want to stay here and wait
until they call.

I still love him, Winston.

God help me, I do.

I know.

I know.

Get away from her, Thorpe.

Frank, what happened?

We just put out a fire.

What? All the records are safe, at least
the ones that matter.

What are you talking about?

I can't believe you did it, Winston.

What? He skimmed a million dollars
during the company transfer to you and

Absolutely, Chris. An army of lawyers
went over that transfer.

And who supervised the lawyers?

Your brother found the shortages.

But he was killed before he could tell
anyone about it.

Don't listen to them. All the losses
were covered in the sale of the parts

division. We almost pulled it off,
Thorpe. This is an embarrassing,

You killed Tom?

Please.

Did you? Please.

Did you kill Tom?

You killed Tom Fletcher, and then you
undermined all of Ricky Brown's defense

over the years. And then you tried to
run us over when we got close to the

truth. Winston.

I built this company, not just your
father.

I was there, too, every day.

My father made you a rich man.

Not compared to you.

To you and your brother.

I never got my fair share. Never.

So I arranged a little benefit package
on my own. It was just a drop in the

bucket compared to what you got.

A million dollars?

Some drop.

And then Tom found out.

He wouldn't listen.

He was going to expose me.

After all these years, expose me, the
man who made his father what he

was, who made his company what it was.

So you shot him.

You'll never prove that.

All you have is a set of financial
records, and we all know statistics can

made to say whatever anybody wants them
to say.

No.

No, we have one thing more.

What's that?

We have this.

Ricky. Ricky, what time is it?

Live outside Illinois Maximum Security
Penitentiary at Joliet, where death row

inmate Ricky Brown is walking out a free
man after last -minute evidence cleared

him of the murder of Fletcher Enterprise
heir Tom Fletcher.

Brown was just minutes away from being
executed.

My column today has a lot of stories in
it.

There's the story about Ricky Brown, who
escaped the executioner at the last

minute.

There's the story about Lucius Snow, an
old man who died thinking he'd lost his

final battle, only to win it from the
grave.

But the biggest story is about how, when
we feel most alone, when hope seems

like a word with no meaning,

Someone is there, and that makes it a
story about all of us.

whose body dates from the Bronze Age is
discovered in the Italian Alps, and a

genetic experiment is about to yield a
cruel joke on an infertile couple.

Evolution's Child, the hallmark
lunchtime film next.