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Come on, little buddy.

Come on.

I got you. I got you.

Ow!

Ow! I'm trying to help you, you little...

Oh, my God.

Oh, don't worry about it. It's a little monkey bite.

Mister, that monkey was illegally imported from West Africa.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey!

Hey!

Whoa, hey!

His name was Gary Hobson.

He gets tomorrow's newspaper today.

He doesn't know how.

He doesn't know why.

He only knows when the early edition hits his front door.

He has 24 hours to get things right.

Good morning, campers. Hey, Patrick.

I want you to call me when it's over and let me know how it went. Okay, okay.

How what went?

Moot court.

A mute court?

Law school.

Whoa.

Whoa, what a concept. A court where nobody says anything?

Not mute court, Patrick.

Moot court.

It's a fake trial, basically.

Oh. Well, you know, I like my idea better.

It could be kind of like charades, you know. Oh, that would be cool.

May it please the court.

I better go.

Good luck.

Hey, Patrick, Gary come down yet? Oh, no, I haven't seen him yet.

McGinty's. Patrick, let me talk to Marissa.

Mr. Hobson, what a coincidence. We were just talking about you.

Oh, but that is so like you. You're always operating on this different

from the rest of us, you know.

Never mind that. Just get her for me, will you?

Oh, sure. No problem.

He wants to talk to you, Miss. Oh, thanks.

Hello, Gary?

Good morning.

You sound terrible. What's the matter?

I'm in an isolation unit at a U .S. customs facility right now.

What? I got bit by a monkey putting out a fire.

You got bit by a monkey putting out a fire?

Mr. Hobson got bit by a monkey?

Patrick, can I have some privacy, please?

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I just thought I heard you say that Mr. Hobson got bit by

monkey putting out a fire? No, I said he misplaced his trunk key while looking

for a tire.

Oh. Go ahead.

Thank you.

I'm in quarantine right now.

Quarantine? Why? Because the monkey that bit me they think might have a disease.

Oh, my God.

What kind of disease?

Oh, I don't know. You can take your pick. Anything from dengue fever to the

Ebola or a hundred other things. I can't even pronounce it. They said it could

be nothing, which I think it is. It's probably nothing. But they had to do a

blood test on the monkey.

And until the blood test comes back, the monkey has a certifiable health risk.

So here I am.

Well, is there anything you want me to do?

Yeah, don't panic and get me the paper.

Right.

I don't believe it. How could they be doing this? The mall for today's

Today's Chicago.

What was wrong with yesterday's Chicago?

Answer me that.

They want to tear this place down.

Do you believe it, folks? Do you believe they want to tear this place down? The

old Colony Ballroom.

Artie Shaw.

Wonderful Tommy Dorsey's band playing here.

Ladies free on Wednesdays?

Dancing your cares away? They want to tear this place down?

Oh, boy.

Sure. Nobody's listening. Nobody cares.

Everybody's hurry.

Rush, rush, rush. Just rush your life away.

That's the way it is.

Good, good.

Excuse me, my dear.

Could you hold this, please?

Thank you so much.

Cat?

What's going on?

Stray cat got in somehow.

Don't worry, we'll get it.

Gary, it's not there.

I got it. You do? Special delivery.

Musician strike.

Senior activist paralyzed in protest.

Walter Stein, 74, a long -time Chicagoan, was paralyzed yesterday when

from a marquee where he was protesting the demolition of the Colony Ballroom.

Marissa?

Let me talk to Erica.

Erica? She's not here.

Well, listen, when Erica comes in today, I want you to... She's with Henry on a

school trip to Springfield, remember? She won't be back until the weekend.

Oh, that's great. What am I supposed to do about the paper, then?

Well, I'm here, Gary.

I know that, but... But what?

Listen, I can't ask you to do this.

Well, it looks to me like you don't have much of a choice, partner.

Gary, I'm not going to let no guy get paralyzed if I can help it.

Why don't you stop worrying and leave the information with me, okay?

I'll find a way.

In conclusion, Your Honor, I mean, Your Honors, the lower court's

decision should be allowed to stand.

There can be no question.

Would you like some water, Mr. Brown?

Yes, ma 'am. I mean, yes, Your Honor. Well, then why don't you get some?

Every now and then, the wheels of justice need a little grief.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thanks, ma 'am.

Mr.

Brown, we're ready when you are.

Your Honor, I'm afraid I have a family emergency to deal with.

May I finish in the afternoon session?

Considering we're only five minutes from the bell, I suppose we can't postpone

until then. We'll be in recess until two o 'clock.

Court's adjourned.

Hey. Hey, Emmett, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't apologize.

Oh, I know how much this means to you, and I just don't know who else to rely

on. No, really, really, it's okay, Marissa. Okay.

Can we step outside?

Sure. Here.

Justin, you're about to make your big speech. I'll say my big speech in the

afternoon. And what's this about? A friend of yours is stuck on a building.

Well, kind of.

See, I got a call from a friend, and she said a friend of hers... Look, look,

look. Someone needs help to just point me in the right direction. Okay.

The Colony Ballroom, South Chestnut Street. Let's go.

Hey, quiet, will you?

Now what?

Now we wait.

Wait for what?

Best case, your arm itches for a few days.

Worst case?

Let's not talk about that now.

Odds are everything's all right.

But we can't be too careful these days. Just watch the monkey.

Whatever happens to him is what's going to happen to you.

The colony!

When do we want it?

Now! What do we want?

The colony!

When do we want it?

Now! Mr. Stites?

Leon? Is that you?

Yes, sir.

How you doing, Leon?

I'm okay.

How are you?

Jim Dandy.

All is well.

You're standing on top of a marquee.

Very observant.

You want to tell me why?

It's obvious.

I'm protesting.

Protesting what, sir?

What? They want to rip down the colony ballroom.

Mr. Stites, the colony's been abandoned for years.

So? Why can't they fix it up?

What, people don't want to dance anymore?

My paper.

What? My paper. I had a paper in here. Where is it? How'd you get a newspaper?

That's not allowed.

Well, I had a paper. It's my... Listen, that paper's very important to me. Where

is it? Okay, calm down.

Don, you see this guy's newspaper?

There.

The monkey's got it. What? Yeah, we used it to line his cage.

No, no, no, no, no. That's my paper. That's not his paper. It's my paper. I

that paper. Mr. Hobson, newspapers are contraband in your unit. They're not

sterile. But if it's really that important to you, I'll get you another

need that paper. That's my paper. I need that paper. I need it now. You

understand me?

Hey! I need that paper!

Hey! 10 -31.

Simeon's subject shows no signs of distress.

Human subject beginning to display paranoid symptoms of unknown etiology.

Oh, boy.

Here comes the cavalry.

Hello, son.

How did the NASDAQ do today?

They tell me technology issues are very hot.

Thanks for calling.

Sure thing, Mr. Stakes.

What's it this time?

Colin Borland. And I'm not coming down until they stop the bulldozers.

Dad, remember what the judge said last time?

You're on probation.

That judge had no sense of humor.

You spray -painted the building commissioner's car.

He deserved it. He closed down the school where you attended kindergarten.

And now they want to rip down this beautiful place.

It's a derelict.

It's a monument. And somebody's got to take a stand.

Look around, Dad.

There's nobody here.

Yeah, now.

But wait till Action News shows up.

Action News is not going to show up.

Yes, they will. I sent them a press release.

They don't care, Dad.

Nobody cares.

They care.

Oh, come on, folks. Join the parade.

Mr. Seitz, you've got to get down from there.

You're going to get hurt.

Do I know you?

It's Marissa Clark.

She's a friend of yours.

She is?

Dad, listen to her. It's not safe.

Safe? Shmaid, I jumped out of airplanes in World War II.

Dad! Mr. Seitz, the martini, it's going to crack.

I appreciate your concern, young lady, but there ain't no way I'm coming down

until they pull back those bulldozers.

All right, Emmett.

Plan B.

Fellas, give me a hand with this. A parachute.

Good idea.

How did you happen to... Now, ask her. I don't know.

Hey, what is that, a parachute?

U .S. surplus.

Boy, I haven't seen one of those in years.

Up we go into the wild blue yonder climate.

Why don't you jump on down, sir?

No, thanks.

Dad, I left a very important meeting to be here.

So who asked you?

Dad, get down now!

No, I will not. I will not come down until they remove

these bulldozers.

What do we want?

The colony.

When do we want it? Now!

Is he all right?

Thanks to you, just fine.

You got anything to say for yourself?

Very exhilarating.

This is it, Dad.

You don't want to live with Janet and me, fine.

But this craziness is going to stop. You're going someplace where they can

an eye on you.

You've got an arrest record a mile long.

It's not going to be probation next time. They're going to put you away.

No bars can hold me.

Who said that?

Houdini?

Thank you.

I don't know what to do with him anymore.

He's done this before?

Oh, he's always protesting something.

I've lost track of the number of times I've had to bail him out of trouble.

I have my rights. It's like the neighborhood character.

Neighborhood crackpot, more like it.

It just sounds a little eccentric, that's all.

This is beyond eccentric.

It all started when my mother died.

But that's not your problem.

Come on, Dad, let me take you home. Oh, no, no, no, no. You're not taking me

anyway. The protest continues.

What do we want? No, no, no, Mr. Stites. We can't have you falling off any more

buildings. I'd have to book you for public endangerment.

Well, you got a point there, Leon.

No more high -altitude adventures.

Well, see you, folks.

It's a long way to Tipperary.

It's a long way from home.

It's a long way to Tipperary.

Ho, that's where I want to go. Ho, ho!

Monkey see?

Monkey see?

Pick up the paper.

Monkey do.

Huh? Monkey do. Monkey see? Monkey do. Pick up the paper.

Just pick up the paper. Just pick up the paper. Come on, just pick up the paper,

will ya?

Human subject continues to display symptoms of dementia.

Still obsesses over newspaper.

Come on. If you could just pick up the paper.

Come on, monkey.

Pick up the paper.

Look, I can't read it from here. You gotta pick it up, you understand me?

Come on.

Come on.

Hello?

Oh, hello.

Come on, monkey.

Come on, monkey, huh?

See what I mean?

Definitely aberrant behavior.

I wouldn't take any chances.

If it gets worse, call Atlanta.

Get a CDC team up here on the next flight.

Why don't you do like a monkey does and move out of the way and hang from your

thumbs?

Come on, would you just...

Senior activist dies in bulldozer mishap.

Oh, that's very

fun.

Excuse me.

McGinty's.

Patrick, let me talk to Marissa.

Miss Clark isn't here. She had to be at Emmett's law school class for moral

support or something, but I'm supposed to give her any messages you have.

That's great, because this is an emergency, so go get a pencil.

Okay, I'm on it.

Can you hang on a sec?

What's the matter? You get tired of laughing at me?

Hey, monkey.

You may proceed, Mr. Brown.

Any day now.

Yes, Your Honor.

The question before the

court comes down to this.

Was the defendant drunk when his car struck the little girl? And evidence is

clear. The defendant's blood alcohol level...

was above the legal limit.

The evidence may be clear, Mr. Brown, but what about the methodology through

which it was obtained?

Your Honor.

How was the defendant's blood alcohol level determined?

I believe a blood test was performed at the hospital.

You believe?

A blood test was done at the hospital, Your Honor.

And had the defendant been Mirandized at that point?

Mirandized? No, not at that time. I believe... I mean...

He was Mirandized at the police station later.

I'm curious, Mr. Brown.

How did you spend last evening?

Last evening?

I was home preparing.

Preparing for what, may I ask?

For this case, Your Honor.

Really?

I find that hard to believe.

Considering that every first -year law student learns about the defendant's

right against self -incrimination.

You have a dim memory of the concept floating around somewhere in your

consciousness? Yes.

Then surely you see the problem.

Speak up, sir.

I don't exactly... Your evidence is the result of an illegal search, Mr. Brown.

A blood test, even if performed for the defendant's own good, cannot be used by

the prosecution if the defendant was not advised of his rights prior to the

procedure.

Kind of puts a hole in your argument, doesn't it, Mr. Brown?

A rather large hole, wouldn't you say?

I didn't see that technicality.

Technicality?

The law is technicality, Mr. Brown.

An entire code of technicalities.

Any boob can argue right and wrong.

Your job is to know the law.

To be able to quote it down from its finest agate print.

and to use every technicality you can find to your advantage.

I was just trying to demonstrate.

Trying doesn't cut it in my court, sir.

Appellate lawyers don't try.

They succeed.

Or they look for other work.

We'll take a ten -minute recess to see if the state can manage to rescue itself

from the shoals of disaster towards which they are so rapidly stealing.

Local man in coma following monkey bite.

Hey!

Look at me!

You've got to get in here!

You've got to come in here! He's sick!

You hear me? He's sick!

I'm going to go into a coma! You've got to get in here!

Emmett? Over here.

It's over.

What is? Me being a lawyer.

What are you talking about?

I am not going back in there. Emmett, you can't be serious. Marissa, anybody

see that I'm not cut out for this. What are you talking about? It was your first

time.

She was hard on you. That's not just it.

This morning you were right.

I was nervous.

I wasn't even nervous. I was petrified. I haven't slept for days thinking about

this. Well, I mean, some people have a hard time with public speaking. Yeah,

they don't become trial lawyers.

In my cab, I can talk to anybody.

But in that room, in front of those other people, I freeze up. I feel

feel like everybody's laughing at me, and now they are. Nobody's laughing at

you. Who am I kidding?

I'm a cab driver. I'm not a lawyer.

You said you wanted to help people. Isn't that what you told me?

You said you want to be the voice for people that don't have one in court. It

doesn't matter what I said. I'm not cut out for this.

I'm a flop.

Only if you quit on yourself.

Oh, McClark.

Thank goodness.

Patrick. First I tried the second floor, then someone told me that you were on

the third floor.

Never mind that, Patrick. What is it? Oh, right. Mr. Hobson told me that that

friend of yours, he's in trouble again.

What friend?

Walter Stites?

That's the one.

How does Gary know that?

Mutual friend.

Um, he's at the Colony Ballroom and he's attached himself to a, uh, what is that

word? Patrick.

Uh, a bull, oh, a bulldozer. He attached himself to a bulldozer? Anything else?

Uh, yeah, that Mr. Hobson said that you need to be there by 2 .45.

For what?

Well, he didn't say, but you know Mr. Hobson, he's got that six -inch thing

going for him.

What time is it now?

Uh, it's, uh, 2 .20. 2 .20, I gotta go. No, I'll take you.

Emmett, you've got class. What's more important?

Emmett, you can't come out. Right now, I'm liking that old man a lot more than

I'm liking that judge. I'm not trying to like... Woman, don't argue with me.

Let's go.

What do you guys think this is all about, huh?

Tell me.

You got to get down here, you hear me?

Look at the monkey, huh?

I told you I was yet to... I was trying to tell you earlier. I know, I know. I'm

very sorry. You're so right.

What is it?

Something is going on and I don't understand.

It's a show that the symptoms have been contained.

It's a victim in tree with a mickle of a... Hey, get away from there!

Listen to me. I need, uh, fam -fam -fam -siclifer. What? Fam -fam -siclifer, or

however you say it. Hey, Mr. Hopson, you just let us handle it. Listen to me. I

need that drug, fam -siclifer, or whatever it is. I need that.

Here. You don't give me that.

Here.

Hey,

man, aren't you driving a little fast?

Gary said to be there in three minutes.

I don't know what's going to happen in three minutes, but that's what he said,

so hang on.

Is that the police car after us?

Yeah, you want me to stop? No.

That's my girl.

What do we want?

Hey! What do we want?

Hey!

Hey, I'm in here!

Stop the music!

Son of a gun. Watch it. Stuck in that bulldozer.

Stay

right

where you are, mister.

Oh, you two.

Oh, boy.

That was close.

Mr. Stites?

Is that you?

Tell me someone did this to you.

That it wasn't your idea.

Are you going to talk to me, Dad?

I'll talk to the company's law firm.

See what they recommend.

You really did it this time, Pop. You know that?

Look at you.

People used to respect you.

And now you're a joke.

I don't know what's going on in your head anymore.

I told you you can't keep doing this.

You're on probation. They're going to try and put you away this time.

And you know what?

I don't blame him.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to give anybody any trouble.

It's all right. It's okay.

He's right.

Just a joke.

No, you're not.

You're just being kind.

I'm more used up.

Why is the ballroom so important to you?

Colony.

Katie and I used to go dancing there.

Your wife?

Mm -hmm.

Celebrated VJ Day.

I'd just come back from Europe. She met me at the LaSalle Street station, which

is gone now, too.

she loved a Lindy.

You guys know that dance?

Lindy? Lindy?

No, huh?

Okay.

Yeah, we had 45 years together.

45 wonderful years.

And she died.

You know, the next year, the next year, they tore down that apartment house that

we lived in. I mean, just like that. Boom.

One day it was there.

Next day, gone.

That must have hurt.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ralph, my son, he wanted me to go to live in the suburbs with him. I said,

no, no. I'm staying in the old neighborhood.

He'll remind you of her.

Who?

Yeah, Katie.

Good times.

It's my life we're talking about here.

And they keep tearing it down brick by brick, block by block.

Pretty soon it'll be all gone.

And I'll be gone too.

Gone.

He's coming out of it.

Thank goodness.

Are you okay?

That's a relief.

What happened?

We almost lost you.

All Genji had was a variation of a herpes virus.

But it could have been fatal without the proper diagnosis.

I wouldn't have thought of it. How did you?

Well, I... You must have had some experience with exotic herpes virus in

past.

I beg your pardon?

You've traveled to Africa, maybe?

Studied zoology?

No, no, I was a lucky guess, I suppose.

Whatever the reason, you're perfectly fine now, and so is Genji.

Does that mean I can go?

If you're feeling up to it.

Oh, yes.

I am feeling up to it.

One more thing.

I don't suppose I could have my paper back, could I?

Mr.

Hobson.

I'd consider it dereliction of my duty as a scientist if I didn't advise you to

seek immediate psychiatric help.

Oh. You show classic symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia, not to mention

consider signs of serious dementia.

Oh. Well.

Court of statute falls.

I gotta go.

All rise.

The court is now in session to hear arraignment.

The Honorable A. Harding Joseph presiding.

It had to be her. Who? The judge from Moot Court.

Oh, no.

Please be seated.

Case number 99 -43513, Walter Stites.

Trespassing, reckless endangerment, and demonstrating without a permit.

Do you have counsel, Mr. Stites?

I'm representing my father, Your Honor, Ralph Stites. I'm a member of the bar,

though not currently practicing.

Mr. Bigshot, law school wasn't good enough for him. He had to get an MBA,

investment banker.

I see from your arrest record, Mr. Stikes, that this is hardly the first

you've been in this courtroom.

There's a lot of injustice out there, Your Honor.

How do you plead, Mr. Stikes?

Guilty. He pleads not guilty, Your Honor. Guilty. Dad, I told you we plead

guilty on grounds of diminished capacity.

I ain't got diminished nothing.

Gentlemen, do we have a decision here?

Guilty, Your Honor.

Lock me up and throw me away just like everything else around here.

Like in this courtroom.

Mr. Stacks, return to your place, please. Everywhere you look, everywhere

look. Out with the old, in with the new.

Bailiff. I've got him, Your Honor.

Hey, let me go. I want to have my stay. Dad, come on.

Look, I've got my rights. I'm not going anywhere. Take your seat immediately.

Hey, let's hold me off like that.

Order.

Now, everyone, please take their seats.

Thanks a lot, mister.

Is everyone okay?

My father...

In light of what we've just witnessed, Mr. Stikes, I'd say we could add a few

more charges to those already filed.

Anything to say for yourself?

In that case... Just a minute, Your Honor.

Is that you, Mr. Brown?

Yes, Your Honor, it's me.

I'd like to say a few words on behalf of Mr. Stikes.

This is an arraignment hearing, Mr. Brown.

I realize this may not be...

technically correct to speak at this time. And I also know that the laws are

based on technicalities. Believe me, I know.

But I was taught that there's the rule of law and there's the spirit of law and

that both count in our system of justice. And if we just lock this poor

away without understanding why he's here, we've shattered the spirit of the

just as surely as that statue lies there in pieces.

Proceed, Mr. Brown.

Thank you, Your Honor.

From what you've just heard and what you've just seen, I guess you must think

that Mr. Stites is a kook.

He may appear that way to his neighbors.

He may even appear that way to his son there.

And if you were to ask Officer Leon, he could tell you that today is just the

latest in a series of protests that Mr. Stites has staged in the neighborhood.

But, Your Honor, I'm here to tell you that Mr. Stites is no kook.

He's just an old man who misses his wife.

Who misses the way things used to be.

And to him it seems like the city of Chicago's intent on destroying those

few treasures that he has left.

His memories.

The landmarks of a lifetime.

The apartment where he lived with his wife.

Gone.

The schools where his children attended.

Gone. The train station, the grocery store, Taylor's shop, all long gone. And

today, it's the colony ballroom's turn to bite the dust.

So why does Walter Stites protest? Does he really think that he could stop those

bulldozers? No, I don't think so. Walter Stites is a sharp guy.

He knows you can't stop progress.

I think what he really is trying to stop is simply from being forgotten.

That's his fear, Your Honor.

That when these buildings are all gone, when every visual record of his

existence is wiped away, it would be as if Walter Stites...

was never here, that the people he loved, the things that he did, an entire

of life, would have devolved into nothing, and no one would care.

I think that's the hardest part.

That no one would care.

And I like to think Chicago is better than that.

You have an opportunity here today, Judge.

To show that this city cares for its citizens, young and old. And that

all people need is a little attention, a little recognition to know that they

count for something, that their lives matter.

And if you do that today, Your Honor, I guarantee you, you will never see Walter

Stites in this courtroom again.

I guess that's all I have to say.

Mr. Stikes, is there anything you want to add?

Mr. Brown, in all my years on the bench, I don't believe I

have ever heard a more eloquent plea on behalf of simple justice.

And I want to thank you for reminding me that the law...

as Justice Holmes said, cannot be dealt with as if it contained only the

axioms and corollaries of a book of mathematics.

People do matter, Mr. Brown.

Case dismissed.

You take care of yourself. Now, both of you.

Mr.

Brown, if I may have a word?

I'm also dismissing the charges against you and Miss Clark. Thank you.

Don't do it again.

No, ma 'am.

Mr. Brown.

One more thing. Your Honor.

After you've passed the bar, come see me about clerk opportunities.

Yes, ma 'am. I mean, yes, Your Honor. I don't know what I mean.

That's quite a guy you have there, Marissa. I think so, too.

You could just take a day off and walk.

Oh, Gary.

Things have a way of working you out in this life.

One way or another, you usually get what you need.

Those who need to be remembered, they get a moment.

Those who need to be heard, they get a voice.

There's no way of knowing how it's all going to fall into place, mind you.

But trust me, it does.

Justice may be blind, but that doesn't mean there's no one looking out for it.

Heather and Lucas have grown up together, and their friendship has

into true love.

Lucas's father is the wealthiest man in town, and has bigger plans for his son,

and they don't include Heather either.

Chad Allen stars in What Matters Most. Some love in the afternoon, next on

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