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I don't know. I think a car says a lot about a person, you know. Take that

red Honda of yours. In the bird kingdom, elaborate courtship rituals are usually

initiated by the male of the species.

Well, okay. How about Saturday night?

With birds, as with humans, the courtship pas de deux is a dance with

coordinated steps.

The male sage -grouse, for instance, inflates his chest and makes a beating

noise to signify his interest.

Cranes signify their attraction by bobbing their heads.

Simultaneously, the male of the species, signifying a desire to build a nest,

picks up a twig and tosses it in the air.

With the greater prairie chicken, the role of the sexes is reversed.

The female is brightly colored and courts the male by raising her tail and

exposing her rear.

Perhaps nature has evolved these elaborate mating rituals because in the

world, as in the human, hair bonds are intended to last for life.

A woman drowns at health club.

Hobbit?

Molly. What are you doing here?

I came to work out.

Really? You know, pump some iron, run the treadmill, and like to stay in

Uh -huh. But you look great in tights.

You what?

Women only.

Molly, I need your help.

If you're going to charge me a buck a towel, I expect you to at least launder

the... Smell this. I'm allergic to this smell. It runs down my mother's side.

His name's Gary Hobson.

You get 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 had 24 hours to get things right.

Is she going to be okay?

I don't know. She swallowed a lot of water.

That columnist from the Sun -Times called, Molly Green, says that you owe

drink and a story, whatever that means.

It's nothing.

Am I going to see you later?

Well, I'm going to wait until the doctor comes out.

All right, just let me know.

Mr. Hobson, I'm Dr. Geisler. I just treated Meredith Armstrong.

Oh, excuse me. That's my wife.

Is she okay? She's fine.

Oh, good. Thank God.

Well, thank Mr. Hobson here. He pulled her out of the pool.

Detective.

Hobson.

You saved my wife?

Kinda, yeah.

I'll take you in to see her now.

Uh, Mrs. Armstrong wants to see you too.

Me?

Hey.

You okay, babe?

I told her if she starts eating more regularly, she shouldn't have any

with dizziness, but she needs to check in with her own doctor as soon as

possible, okay?

Thank you, doctor.

Yeah, thanks, doc.

You should thank Mr. Hobson, too, sweetie.

Um, I did.

Listen, uh, take care of the both of you, man. I love you.

Yeah.

Hey, um, Hobson, uh...

What were you doing in a women's only health club anyway?

Oh, I had to take a message to my girlfriend.

Don't they have phones?

Of course they have phones. I just happen to be in the neighborhood.

Take care.

No, wait.

You should really thank him, Daddy.

Daddy?

We're going to have a baby.

A baby?

The doctors found out when they ran tests.

That's the reason why you passed out.

I'm going to have a baby.

Congratulations. Actually, I think it's your wife who's going to have the baby.

Oh, yeah, right.

Hobson, hey, listen, you've got to come to dinner.

And bring that girlfriend of yours. I want to thank her, too.

Oh, no, no. No, no, we insist.

Really, we can't.

Please.

Come.

You really have to. Why?

Because he's smart. He's really smart.

He's different. He's not like other cops.

I was already thinking it's more than just a coincidence that I pulled a man

of a burning building, and this morning I pulled his wife out of a swimming

pool. And how is dinner going to make that better?

Because you're going to back up my story. What story?

The story about why I went to the health club, you know, to give you the

message. I'm not going to lie.

Why not?

Because I'm not good at it. Since when?

Since always. I can't even bluff poker.

Besides, that's the third time this week we were supposed to have dinner alone.

Well, I'll get up to you. I wasn't going to tell you this earlier, but I've got

a surprise for you.

Two tickets to the Cubs game tomorrow night.

Oh, that sounds romantic.

Oh, come on. You, me, Sammy Sosa, some Cracker Jack. I'll even serenade the

National Anthem for you. Please, though.

Please.

All right, I'll go.

But I'm not lying.

I don't think I've ever seen you at the gym before, Erica. How long have you

been a member?

Well, actually... Those are really interesting. What do you call those?

Candlesticks.

We bought them in the Caribbean.

Martinique. Took a cruise on our honeymoon.

Paul planned the whole thing and surprised me with it on our wedding day.

That's so sweet.

Oh, it was heaven.

We have a fabulous travel agent if you need to make plans of your own. Um,

Meredith, don't embarrass them.

Just curious, that's all.

Actually, Eric and I, we've both been married before.

So we've decided to take things very slow.

Gee, Gary, I don't remember that conversation.

Was that the message you were trying to get to me at the pool?

Babies.

Babies. What baby names have you come up with?

Oh, well, if it's a boy, I like to call him Paul Jr.

Actually, I was thinking we should name him Gary.

Really? That's kind of a wishy -washy sort of name.

So,

um, what was the message?

The message?

Yeah, you know, at the pool.

Yeah, what was it?

Well, you know, really, it seems kind of silly now.

Oh, well, not to me.

Me either.

It was nothing, really.

Hey, you two, lay off my hero. If he doesn't want to talk about it, he

want to talk about it. Why don't I help you take out these tissues?

Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll help.

Look,

not that I'm not grateful, but the first time we met, a man died. The second

time, you almost died.

And this morning, my wife.

The disaster seems to follow you, Hobson.

Makes me wonder. These are nice plates. You get these in the Caribbean, too?

Crate and barrel.

Huh.

All right, listen.

I'm going to level with you here.

There is no logical explanation.

But it seems that no matter where I go, sometimes, well,

bad things happen.

Like bad luck slept right.

Who? The Flintstones. You know, the guy on the Flintstones?

Bad luck slept right.

Wherever he went, bad things happened to people around him.

Well, I wouldn't know. I was always a Jetsons man myself.

So what you're saying is that we should all stay away from you? No, I'm not.

Well, sort of, yes, I suppose.

I'm not buying that outfit.

No.

Have you ever heard of a medical condition called Munchausen by proxy?

No, I can't say that's all I have.

Munchausen by proxy.

People create bad situations so they can be the hero.

You don't think that I pushed your wife into that pool?

No.

I know you didn't.

I had her checked out.

You what?

I'm a cop, Hobson.

Listen.

I'm not looking to be the hero here, you know.

You just happen to be one. Is that it?

The room is around the corner.

I hope Paul and I didn't make things awkward between you two.

Oh, no, no.

Maybe I'm a little biased here, but Gary seems like an awfully good guy.

Oh, he is. He's a terrific guy.

You know, I used to be the kind of woman who wouldn't put on a shirt until I had

ironed out every little wrinkle.

Then I realized how long it took me just to get dressed in the morning.

Well, I don't... No relationship's perfect.

Well, you and Paul seem happy.

We are, but I won't tell you that I don't hate his job.

That I don't wait up nights, get out of my mind that he won't come home.

Well, then how do you stand it?

Oh, if I could live without him, I would.

But I can't.

All right.

There's room for dessert.

Thanks again.

Our pleasure.

And I'm sure I'll be seeing you, too.

I hope not.

Just our little joke.

It's a joke.

Well, I'll be seeing you at the gym. I'll go and set up a time, okay?

Okay, that's fine. Okay, and good night, and thanks very much, and have a good

evening. Good night. Take care.

Well, looks like I'm buying you a new gym membership.

You're just being nice.

Oh, no, no, I think she likes you. And I'd like to say thank you very much for

tonight, helping me out.

Yeah, let me ask you something.

Why is it that married people always think that other people should get

You don't have to be married to have a good relationship. Look at us. We're not

married, and things are fine between us.

No, it isn't.

What are you talking about?

I don't think we should see each other anymore.

So everybody knew this was coming except for me. That's what you're saying.

Well, you have to admit the relationship did have problems, Gary.

I don't have a problem.

Gary. What do you think that our problems are? Don't get mad at me.

What'd she say exactly?

She said she didn't know where we were going.

She was concerned about Henry. You didn't want him to get too attached and

be hurt.

Well, she just wants to know your intentions, Gary. I mean, you can't

for that. I don't have time for intentions. My intentions are to get

each day as best as I can.

Did you tell her that? Well, no. What, do I look stupid?

Well, what did you tell her?

What am I supposed to tell her? It seems to me like she's already made up her

mind. What?

If you want to keep her, all you have to do is just tell her. No.

Exactly.

Headline Carbine kills Anchorman.

Car bomb killed Anchorman.

Arthur Dixon, 48, known as WBBM Anchorman, was killed yesterday by a car

According to a police source, Dixon left the station after finishing his morning

newscast and got into his car.

The bomb was triggered when Dixon keyed the ignition.

Police have no leads at present.

Wow.

The news ends in less than an hour, Gary.

Have a good day.

Hey, Armstrong.

Thompson.

I wanted to say thank you for last night.

And that's all.

You know, I...

I would have brought a bottle last night, but I didn't know what you were

serving. And I got that bottle wholesale, actually, but it's a very

of wine.

And, well, have a nice day.

Well, listen, Armstrong, let me just ask you one thing. You wouldn't happen to

know by chance what a car bomb looks like, would you?

A car bomb?

Maybe you ought to call it in as well.

Oh, yeah.

I want my name on that report.

All right, all right, tell me again. You dropped your contact lenses, and they

rolled under our car.

That's right. They rolled under the car, and then I got down on all fours, and I

looked under the car, and that's when I saw a box -like thing taped under the

car.

A bomb.

That's right.

Bad luck slept right. Do you think there's any way we can go a little bit

here?

Mr. Dixon, take your hands off the keys. Police, don't start the car.

Okay, what's going on?

Detective Armstrong, police, if you could just step out of the car.

All right.

Don't touch the keys.

Step away from the car.

Now.

Hey, secure this area.

Nobody comes out of that building.

I got it.

Dispatch, Detective Armstrong.

I'm at WBBM, east side of the employee parking lot.

We've got a probable explosive device.

Requesting assistance from the bomb squad and local units to help secure the

area. Units en route to your location.

Hobson!

Gesundheit.

Hey, champ, how you doing?

Why'd you break up with my mother?

Listen, why don't you come in the office? We'll talk, huh?

Look, Henry.

I know this is tough.

But it may be for the best. And I know your mother thinks that.

Then why was she crying?

She was crying, huh?

Look, do you remember last year when the Cubs went to the playoffs?

Yeah. It was because Sammy Sosa had an all -star season.

Kerry Wood was rookie of the year.

But the Cubs didn't win any playoff games, did they?

Now, the Yankees, on the other hand, the Yankees didn't have one single

superstar. What about Bernie Williams and Derek Jeter?

That they're not really superstars. The point I'm trying to make is that the

Yankees swept the World Series.

And you know why?

No, why?

Because each player on that team was focused on one goal.

One player's strengths complement another player's weaknesses.

In sports, they call that chemistry.

What does that have to do with my mom?

Well, it's possible.

Listen, I want you to know that your mother and I, we like each other very

All right?

But it's possible that your mother and I don't have chemistry.

So you're saying that you and my mom are like the cubs?

Yes.

I better get this back. No, no, no. Look, Henry. It's okay.

Look, even though your mother and I may not be dating, you're still my second

baseman, huh?

I don't think so.

Hang on.

Hey, Henry, I want to talk to you. No corrective lenses required.

What? I checked your driver's license.

You weren't under that car looking for a contact lens.

Look... No, no, look. You lied to me. You knew there was a bomb.

And I want to know how.

Yeah, well, look,

this is a bar. You know, people talk in bars.

Describe them.

I don't know. It was some guy. Asian?

Black? Hispanic?

Look, it was busy in here. It was dark. You heard the make of the car, the

location of the car, that there was a bomb planted under the car.

And if I overheard a conversation like that, I'd look to see who was talking.

Yeah, yeah, I did. I did look. Of course I looked. There were some guys over by

the pool table. It was a crowd of people. It was, you know, crowded by the

table. And you don't remember anything?

Height? Build?

Hair color?

Clothes? No, no.

Look, Hobson, I'm serious.

Yeah, well, I understand that. No, do you?

That bomb was planted by a militia organization.

A militia organization?

An anti -federal group called the Brotherhood. Real charmers.

They spend their time and their resources prepping for an armed showdown

the government and the citizens.

What does the militia want with Dixon?

They sent over their manifesto to Dixon, demanding that he put it on air.

He didn't.

And for that he gets blown up?

This is the first time the Brotherhood have ever used an explosive device.

We call that an evolutionary leap, which invariably means an increase in

incidence and scope.

Well, listen,

I told you everything. I don't know anymore.

What if I put you with a police hypnotist?

No, no, no. What do you mean, no? I mean, that doesn't work for me.

Look, Hobson.

I got five FBI suits on their way to my office wanting to know how I found out

that Dixon's car was rigged. I gotta have an answer.

So, either you work with me or you work with them.

You think about that.

1871. Great Chicago fire.

Headlines around the world.

2 ,600 acres of city went down by the time it was done.

300 dead.

90 ,000 homeless.

17 ,450 buildings destroyed.

The entire business district burned.

Banks, hotels, even the brand new fireplace.

All

it

took was a lantern.

We suppose the headline's going to be in tomorrow's newspaper.

Erica? Can I talk to you for a minute in private?

Look, Henry gave me my glove back.

You didn't... You didn't tell Henry you couldn't see me anymore, did you?

No.

I'm sorry.

Look, I... I think it'd be best for Henry if... Don't tell me what's best

child.

Can I say something?

Sure, Gary. What do you want to say?

You never discussed any of this with me.

And as far as I knew, everything was fine.

Well, maybe that's what the problem is. Maybe what's fine for you isn't what's

fine for me.

Well, you didn't say anything. I mean, you sort of blindsided me with this

thing. Maybe you just weren't looking.

Look, you can't walk away into things. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed

to read your feelings? I guess not. It's not like you get them in print a day

ahead.

Oh, so then this is about the newspaper.

No, it's not about the paper.

Well, Erica, what is it about?

If I wasn't in your life, would you miss me?

Yes, of course I would.

How? How would you miss me? I mean, what's changed in your life since I've

here? Really changed.

Something that's unique to me. Something that can't be replaced if I'm gone.

That's what I thought.

Listen, Erica.

I'm leaving, moving back to Galena. You're what? Back to my parents' house.

My life is unstable right now. It's not fair to Henry, and he needs a family and

home.

And, uh, I could give you a couple weeks, but, you know, if you need it.

Thanks. I'll leave sooner then.

Tomorrow.

She says it isn't about the paper, but I know that's part of it.

Well, maybe it hit you so hard because you care so much about Henry.

Not just that. Eric and I, we see each other every day.

I never saw this coming.

I know.

So what do you want to do about it?

Well, I think you need to figure out whether you're holding on because it

to let go or because you really don't want to lose her.

I have a feeling it may be too late for that.

It's not too late, Gary.

It's not too late until she gets on that train tomorrow.

Where's the paper?

Morning. Morning, Andrew.

You didn't take my paper, did you? Why would I take your paper? Well, I don't

know, but the paper's not there.

Unless Henry took the paper, because Henry's a little mad at me right now.

That's impossible.

I've been here for half an hour. No one else has come in. Well, the paper's not

there. How do you explain that?

Well, maybe it just didn't come.

What do you mean, didn't come? The only reason the paper wouldn't come is if the

Sun -Times is on strike. The Sun -Times is not on strike.

Well, what else could it be?

Unless, of course, something happened to the Sun -Times. Then the paper wouldn't

come.

Like what, a fire?

Spring has sprung. And the second grade class at Montgomery Elementary... Laura

Baum?

Look, I told you I'm on a deadline here.

If you want to use my health club card, the answer is no.

Molly, has anyone at the paper received a manifesto?

Manifesto? What are you talking about?

A manifesto. a festo from a group called the Brotherhood.

You have, haven't you? I didn't say that.

Listen, Molly, I don't have time for this.

How the hell do you know anything about the Brotherhood?

That's not important.

It is to me. Do you know somebody in the Brotherhood? No, I don't know anyone.

Because if you do, you tell them. The newspaper has a policy against printing

political statements, but nothing says I can't run a column, so if you could

hook me up with a face -to -face, Hobson, I'd... Molly, I don't know

Listen to me. You've got to tighten security up the paper today, now.

Security, why?

Just trust me on this, would you?

Oh, okay, so I corner my editor and tell him we gotta go to DEFCON 4 because

some bar owner I know says so?

Molly! You know, I know you're a little bit strange, Hobson, but like I said,

I'm working on a deadline now, so when you're ready to come clean, you got my

number. Molly, the paper is in trouble. Oh, look, here comes my editor. Gotta

go. Bye.

Molly!

Sometimes without the manifesto?

It's all right.

If I were her, I wouldn't believe me either.

Detective Paul Armstrong, leave your name, number, and a brief message.

Listen, this is Gary Hobson.

What we were talking about earlier, I do remember something else. I want you to

meet me at the Sun Times today at ASAP.

You're going?

Yeah. Gary, this isn't the movies.

It isn't always the red wire.

The what? I don't want you trying to disarm anything.

Someone's got to do something about all those people, don't they?

What do you want me to tell Erica?

Don't tell Erica anything. I'll talk to Erica myself.

She's on the 11 o 'clock train, Gary.

I know that.

I know that.

Molly.

Hobson, I already told you.

You've got to clear out the building.

Well, I've got to balance my checkbook, but that's not going to happen either.

Listen to me.

If I tell you something, can you keep it to yourself?

No, but I'm listening.

Yesterday, the Brotherhood tried to blow up Arthur Dixon's car.

The Inker Man?

I didn't see anything on that.

That's because the cops have been keeping a lid on it. How convenient. I

the Sun -Times building is going to be next, Molly.

Why?

Listen, the Brotherhood, they sent Arthur the manifesto. He didn't air it.

They sent the Sun -Times the manifesto. You guys didn't print it.

I'm sure a lot of people got that. Molly, you've got to trust me on this.

Hobson, you're telling me something I have no way of confirming.

You are talking about a story. I'm talking about a bomb.

But even if I did believe you, no way they're going to evacuate this building

my say -so.

Bye, Patrick.

Hey, don't you forget to email me, okay, buddy?

Bye,

Henry.

Hey, Gary wanted you to have this.

Where is he?

Well, you know Gary.

Take a look at that.

I wonder why Mr. Hobson couldn't come say goodbye.

How are we supposed to spot the bomb? Just look around. Use your instincts.

if you see anyone that's out of place.

Everybody here is out of place, Hobson. Every damn one of them. We're

journalists, professionally maladjusted.

Sports desk, I rest my case. Listen, you've got to be more specific. I can't.

Great. Wait, you swallowed too much water in that pool?

Oh, just look, would you?

Even if you're right, which I am not convinced of, there's no way we're going

find your needle in my haystack.

I mean, if I could help you, I would, but frankly, I can't.

Okay. Well, where are you going?

I'll go downstairs and I'll talk to the security guards. Maybe they can help me.

Hobson, did it ever occur to you to call the police?

I already did, Molly. Thank you.

It's on tight.

That's them.

Who? Those two guys. They were outside the parking lot where our prediction car

was. Are you sure?

Yeah.

Dispatch. It's Detective Armstrong.

Requesting backup units.

Please. Can I see some ID?

Certainly, officer.

Hey!

Stop! Somebody call security!

Everyone clear the room. No one touch those boxes.

Dead bats. I need the bomb squad.

Oh, my God.

How did you know?

Help them. Wait.

The only wound is on the northbound L train.

Who were they? Where did you get your information?

I don't have time to talk right now.

Cap!

We'll talk on the way.

They'll stop in Chicago and Franklin.

It's only three blocks. Go!

Hey,

Mario,

try not to get it killed, huh?

Look, you knew what they were going to do before they did it. How?

If I own a bar.

What kind of answer is that?

Hey, watch it, would you?

Wait.

By the way, wait.

Too late. Let's

go.

Okay, what is going on here, Hobson? Can you beat the train to the next station?

I could try, but you've got to lose the static.

Okay, okay.

Look, I want your sources, and I want them exclusive. Lose the static.

Come on!

More bots!

More bots!

Get up, okay?

Look, hey, look, stay cool.

Hey.

Get up here.

All right.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you don't, what you're saying can and will be used against you. Got it?

You okay?

All right.

That's nice.

Hello.

Back there, buddy. The pool, and now this. Your timing is unbelievable.

Yeah, it certainly is.

Oh, well, it's that, uh... Flip -flop thing, right? Uh -huh. Yeah, you know, I

think it's time we had a serious conversation about that. Yeah, well...

I've got to get to the train station. No, you're not going anywhere.

Listen, you don't understand. I've got to go. You want me to make it official?

Let him go, Paul.

We'll be in touch.

Oh, sure. If you need me, I'll be at the South Street station. See you later.

Hey, taxi!

Erica! Erica!

Hey, you're the one looking for Erica Padgett?

Yeah. She told me to give you this.

She decided to catch the earlier train.

Dear Gary, if you're reading this, it probably means you came to the station

asking me to stay.

I took the earlier train because I knew if you asked, I couldn't say no.

And that would have been a mistake.

I am sorry for our fight last night because I didn't get the chance to tell

how much you've meant to my life this last year.

You helped Henry and me through a rough time for which we'll always be grateful.

But I now know we're not meant to be.

And whether you know that today or realize it tomorrow, in your heart,

more sure of it than I am.

Please know that Henry will never forget you.

And neither will I.

You're a good man, Gary Hobson.

And whatever the future holds for you, I wish you luck.

How you doing, partner?

I've been better.

You're gonna miss him.

Me too.

And just you and a game of pool?

I'll let you win this time.

You know what they say, you never know what tomorrow will bring.

Well, actually, I do.

Gary meets a man from New York who also gets to Murray's news today. The

difference is Sam uses his news for his own personal and financial gain.

The fourth series of Early Edition makes its UK premiere tomorrow at midday here

on Hallmark. And next this lunchtime, A Mother's Prayer starring Linda Hamilton.