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Before or now and again.

Hey, old buddy.

Gimme news, gimme news, gimme news.

They just decided Craig Spence is gonna
run the division.

Let me be the first to tell you, you've
had a beautiful funeral, Mr. Wiseman.

Am I alive?

Am I dead?

What am I?

Right now, what you are is a middle
-aged brain hooked up to some extremely

sophisticated computers that let me hear
what you think you're saying.

The United States government has, since
the conclusion of World War II, spent

billions of dollars researching all
sorts of bioengineering techniques in

hopes of one day actually being able to
build a man.

An American man.

A man who could do those things mere,
mortal American men are loathe to do.

Travel in dangerous places, take risks,
wage war.

I know what you're thinking.

What's the catch? And of course, there
is a catch. You may have no contact of

any kind with anyone who you knew in
your first life.

Ever. You reaching out to anyone from
your past absolutely guarantees your

immediate and final death and the death
of whomever you confided in.

I need you to tell me you understand and
agree to that.

What is it you're hoping to accomplish
by applying for welfare?

Money. I am hoping to accomplish the
getting of money.

And do you really think you're the kind
of person the government had in mind

when it established this program?

I'm sorry?

Well, according to our investigation,
you live in a beautiful home, you drive

late model car, and your husband left
you and your daughter a considerable sum

in insurance. Why in the world would we
give you public assistance?

I have no money.

This is wise, but... No, no, the house
has a mortgage. The car has no gas. The

insurance company wants me to spend tens
of thousands of dollars fighting them

in court before they'll give me
anything, and my daughter insists on

wearing clothes.

Well, perhaps you should think about
getting a job.

Did you attend college?

Yes, yes, I did, and I have been
checking the 1S.

Unfortunately, where I live, all the
good art historian positions are taken.

There are other jobs.

Entry -level positions, fast food,
maintenance, certain segments of the

health care industry.

All both jobs pay minimum wage. If all I
earn is minimum wage, I will lose

everything. My house, my car,
everything.

True.

But then, I can help you.

Hey, Champ.

Champ, you all right, right?

He's going to be all right, right?

I'm fighting Gallagher?

Excuse me.

I hate to rain on your parade, but I
think we have a problem.

Oh, my.

I think we can make an exception this
once and just let Michael do his

with the other boys in the locker room.

I need a team to run Mr. Wiseman back to
the townhouse.

Our tax dollars at work.

Sorry to put you through this, fella. If
it was up to me, I'd go anywhere.

All I needed was five minutes and
something to read. But, you know, the

I've never been surrounded by bodyguards
before.

Professional bodyguards.

I mean, it's got to be strange getting
up in the morning knowing that someone

might take a shot at you.

You don't take it personally, do you?

You know, when someone... That's good.

Now see that? You're taking it
personally?

You know what she's worth?

They don't want him dead.

Doesn't matter.

I couldn't have hit him anyway.

We've got to put out an all -points
bullet.

Really, Senator?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you
just spend $3 billion on this secret

weapon? How secret is he going to be
after you shellack his face all over the

o 'clock news?

But... Besides, aren't a couple of you
gentlemen running for re -election soon?

You want to explain the federal
government playing Frankenstein with

money?

Which religious denomination do you want
to condemn you first?

We have a little lead time. I'm sure we
can get them to do it in whatever order

you prefer.

Well, what do you suggest?

I suggest you let me and my team roll up
our sleeves and find him ourselves.

This kind of behavior isn't completely
unanticipated.

Yes, he's strong, and yes, he's fast.

But at the end of the day, he's still a
middle -aged suburbanite with no food,

no money, and no place to stay.

Out there in the jungle all by himself.

He's going to create a stir somewhere.

We've just got to make sure we hear
about it.

That's all.

Hiya, Lou.

You speaking to me?

Do I know you?

No. I'm sorry.

Yes, I'm here to see Roger Bender.

You have an appointment?

Yes, I do. Name?

Roger Bender. He works up on 17.

No, your name. I need to call his
assistant, get you cleared. Make sure

not here to blow up the building.

Well, I'm not.

I need your name, sir.

Michael.

We got more to that, or are you like
Madonna?

Jordan.

You have any identification, Mr.?

Jordan, I think you better go.

Lou, I'm not here to cause any trouble.
I just really need to get upstairs and

see Roger.

This is Lou. I need backup at the main
desk. No, no, no, no, no. You don't need

backup, Lou. This is private property. I
asked you to leave. Just call up to

Roger. You've been warned.

Lou, you don't understand.

I can break you in half like a twig.

Just write me a damn elevator pad.

Sir.

If you will leave the premises
peacefully, we will holster our weapons

press charges.

You are no longer welcome on Grand
Empire property, and any future attempts

gain entry will result in your arrest.

We have your photograph now, and we'll
distribute it internally. Am I clear?

Have a nice day.

What's his beef?

Somebody upstairs stiff him on a
homeowner's claim?

Friggin' nuts.

Right now!

I'm sorry, is that a drink?

Email.

You want to retrieve some or send some?

You have your own account or you want to
use ours?

I'll be right back with the password.

I'm a nut.

Roger. Who are you? What do you want?
I've already called security. They're on

their way up.

You didn't call anyone.

You didn't have time, old buddy.

Who are you?

I'm nobody.

You don't want to know.

Yes, I do.

As long as my heart starts beating
normally again, I would very much like

know what kind of person comes smashing
through a 17 -story window, half -naked,

in the middle of the... Don't hurt me! I
need your help.

I don't have any money, and I need to
see Lisa.

Lisa Wiseman and Heather.

Will you take me to see them?

The Wisemans?

What do you want with them? What are you
going to do to them? I'm not going to

do anything to them.

I just... I just need to see them.

I really need to know they're okay.

Well, they're okay.

Really, they are. They're okay. That's
not good enough.

I really need to see.

I really need you to drive me.

You're a really good friend of
Michael's. I know that.

So was I.

He wants you to take me.

What, you spoke to him?

Sure.

Recently?

Look, I'm just... Don't... Just...
Here's my

car key.

Here's my valet ticket.

And you're going to need these.

They are fabulous.

Just... You're going to want to keep
some shoe trees in it. I need you to

me.

Someone they're not afraid of. Someone
they trust to introduce me to.

Put them at ease. Yeah, but you're wrong
about me. They're very afraid of me. I

mean, I know right now I may look kind
of meek, but you get me out of this suit

and into a pair of polo jeans. Roger,
you were Michael's best friend.

no. You were the guy who brought him
into this firm. Well, they had a job. He

needed a job. It wasn't a big deal.

You should drive yourself.

Have you ever driven a Mercedes? It'll
change your life. What about that night

at the deli?

You said you'd do anything for him that
night at the deli.

You had those chest pains?

Nobody knows. He started to cry.

It was Michael who drove you to the
emergency room.

Stayed with you the whole time.

He didn't laugh or anything.

The doctor told you it was just
indigestion.

Belch and go home, he said.

How do you know about that?

Who are you?

I can't tell you that.

Why not?

Because.

Because once they know you know, you
die.

Not a lot of wiggle room there, is
there?

I just have one of those feelings, one
of those instinctual feelings that this

is not... Smart. There's nothing wrong
with it, Mom.

Daddy's been gone seven months.

You're allowed to have dinner with a
man.

He's not a man. He's a lawyer.

What if he has a lousy time?

Maybe he won't want to work as hard for
me anymore. Maybe he won't want to help

me at all.

Maybe he'll have a wonderful time.

Maybe he'll both have a wonderful time.

Maybe he'll take those bastards from
Dad's company to court and win us

of dollars.

Not Ben Stein's money, not Alex Trebek's
money, but our money.

And then we'll be able to throw big
parties and take lots of vacations like

people on E.

True, someday the money will run out,
but then we'll be like the people on

Behind the Music on VH1.

Tragic, but kind of inspirational.

I've got a good feeling about this, Mom.

I, for one, am glad we can't afford
cable anymore.

No, this isn't going to work. I can't
take you in there.

I mean, look at you. You've seen those
signs.

No shirt, no shoes, no service. That's
you.

I mean, you seem like a genuinely nice
fellow, and I don't know what your

particular circumstances are, but it's
obvious that you need help.

Counseling. I mean, climbing up
buildings, smashing windows.

I mean, maybe it's a...

chemical problem.

I don't know, but whatever it is, there
are people out there who can help you.

Now, I am just going to reach in here
for the car phone.

Ow!

Wow,

that's some grip you have there, young
fella.

I don't want to hurt you, right? Well,
that's good. I'm down with that.

I take your point.

You, uh... You don't have to ring the
bell. You don't have to introduce me.

I just... I just want to look.

I just want to see them.

Wait, wait, wait.

What exactly is it you want to do here?

You want to peep?

No, no, no. I want to peek, not peep.

With a K, not a P. I see. I really, I
think I'd rather wait by the car.

Like a vice, man.

With a K.

K peak.

With a K.

What time is it?

It's almost 7 .30.

I could have hoped for.

They're washing dishes.

Yeah.

Yeah, look at that, huh?

What are you going to do on laundry day?

Hijack a bus?

Makes it look kind of dressed up to you.

Oh. Oh.

What the hell is this?

Looks like Lisa's got herself a date.

That's great. Good for her.

a phone.

Aye.

Look, kid, enough is enough.

I... Of course, I suppose

everything's open to discussion.

Listen, I realize this may not be the
most opportune moment to bring this up,

but I was wondering just how you
intended to pay for my car door.

And I...

Suppose I could file a claim, but when
it comes to that spot on the forum where

you're supposed to write in what exactly
happened. You're going to lose them.

What exactly happened? I mean, it looked
to me as though you just tore the door

off by yourself, but that's not
possible.

Am I right? I mean, that would take
superhuman strength.

Otherworldly strength, right? Can you
see? Is she still over on her side of

car, or did she slide over to the
middle? And this...

fascination with Mrs. Wiseman. Not that
she is an unattractive woman, far from

it, but you are somewhat younger.

Maybe you're right.

I don't know. Maybe I should be happy
for her.

Maybe I'm just being really selfish
here.

Which brings us to that delicatessen
story, a story only Michael would know

about. So, I mean, you added up
knowledge unique to Michael, an

concern for Lisa, otherworldly strength,
and really...

You can only reach the one conclusion.
Whatever you're about to say, you don't

want to be right about this.

You are Michael, aren't you?

Look, forget you came up with that.

Forget you figured that out.

Reincarnate it.

Bingo. I got to tell you, I'm shaking
over here. I mean, you could knock me

with a feather. You know, you hear these
stories about people coming back as

bugs or cows.

But, I mean, a stud muffin?

How does that work?

I mean, did you put in some kind of
special request? Or did you do some

extraordinarily good deed?

Yeah,

yeah. It was the test fire.

Tell me the truth. I mean, my thing.

act of God, that's probably not going to
work in my favor.

Look, I know I have a lot to make up for
right now. I'm sure he has me penciled

in as some kind of cockroach or head
louse or something. But now that I know

deal, look, do you think it's possible I
could do enough good things so that I

might be able to come back as something
like you when it's my time I'm talking

about?

Hey, where are you going?

I don't want to lose Lisey. Well, am I
ever going to see you again?

Hey, don't forget to put in a good word
for me!

You guys aren't from the AAA, are you?

This was received by the mayor's office
three and a half hours ago. Blind email

that we traced back to a portal owned by
one of those restaurants where they

charge you to use their computers.

It was written in Chinese, and what I'm
about to read to you is a translation

provided by the FBI.

Mr. Mayor, perhaps you have read about
me. I have unleashed nerve gas attacks

Japan and France. Now it is time for
your continent. Now it is time for your

city. All of this can be avoided,
however, if you will wire transfer $100

million within the next 72 hours to the
indicated account.

It's a Libyan bank, so maybe we're
looking for a Libyan or maybe we're

for someone Chinese. Maybe we're just
looking for someone who's really smart.

No location for the attack is indicated.

You don't understand.

He's a... Oh.

Troubled soul? Yes.

Any progress?

I think you need to hear this for
yourself.

Would you repeat your theory about Mr.
Wiseman? Sure, sure. I was just

explaining. I know who Michael is. I'm
pretty sure I know who you people are.

And I'm certain that I know why Michael
is behaving like this.

You do?

I'm very intuitive.

Oh, you must be.

Michael is a troubled soul.

You mean that literally?

Troubled?

Some kind of mental condition we should
know about? Oh, no, no, no. No, no. He's

an excellent person.

It's soul.

It's in torment. Believe me, no man ever
loved his wife more than Michael loved

Lisa. And no man ever believed more
fervently in the sanctity and the

of life insurance.

You see, he thought that his wife was
going to be all set, you know, with the

insurance and everything. So I've got to
believe that when our company decided

to...

F her out of the money that his soul was
so distraught that it came back to

Earth in human form. Not to wreak
revenge or anything, but just to make

that she got the money that she was
taken care of. I mean, he loves Lisa.

By the way, F, that's not a curse,
right? I mean, that isn't going to count

against me.

With who?

Do you mind if the officer and I step
out for a few minutes?

What's this knucklehead talking about?
He thinks you're God.

Weissman's been reincarnated and I'm
some kind of burning bush.

He still want me to kill him?

He's awfully annoying.

He does work for an insurance company.

Sorry to interrupt, but we're finally
getting a steady tracking signal from

Midtown. I got a car waiting out front.

I'll be right there.

So, what do you want me to do with Tammy
Faye Baker?

You know who I am, don't you?

So you know what I'm capable of, don't
you?

Then hear me, friend.

If you breathe a word of what you've
seen tonight, if you breathe a single

syllable of your theory, I will smite
your ass so fast you'll skip right past

heaven and hell and be turned straight
into pus.

Pus?

Pus.

It's got to come from somewhere, right?

I'm incredibly understanding of you
letting me drag you all the way up here

because I forgot some papers.

What about you?

Got it.

Can I get you something to drink?

Oh, no.

Actually, I'm still reeling from all the
wine that we had at dinner.

I think I'd like to come over to where
you're sitting and kiss you now.

How'd you feel about that?

Um, I would feel completely unequipped
for that, to be perfectly honest.

It's not that it wouldn't be nice, but,
uh... I've been a married woman for a

really long time. No, no, no, you don't
have to explain. You're not ready.

That's completely understandable.

I'm glad you think so. Well, I do.

Well, I mean, you never know. I might be
ready tomorrow.

But then I may never be ready.

I've never been here before.

Maybe I shouldn't have accepted your
invitation to dinner. Maybe that was

unfair. Did you enjoy the dinner?

Oh, yeah.

So did I. You think you held up your end
of the conversation?

You think that you were an enjoyable
companion?

You think you did everything in your
power to make the evening pleasant for

short of doing things that would make
you personally uncomfortable?

I'm guessing you've tried one of these
dinner date cases before.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, I'm sorry that this has just
been so hard and ugly, but it'll work

you know? I mean, the insurance, it just
takes time.

You sound so sure.

We do a lot of insurance work, and a
great deal of it involves disputes with

your husband's company.

Some Thursday, we're going to have a
real doozy in here, something those guys

can't wriggle out of, won't go to court
with, and we'll all get into a room to

discuss a settlement. And somewhere
between the deli for lunch and the

for dinner, your situation will come up.

I'll make sure your situation comes up.

That's how this game is played.

You wouldn't happen to know which
particular Thursday that would be, would

What's that?

Money.

What for?

Can't you use it?

Yeah, I can use it, but why would you
give it to me?

I don't know. So you'll have dinner with
me again?

Just dinner?

Well, yeah. I mean, didn't you enjoy the
dinner?

Yeah, I did, and you paid for the
dinner. That's enough.

I mean, it was a great dinner. You're a
great company, and I like dinner, and I

like you. You don't have to pay me for
it. Oh, no, no. Come on. I'm not paying

you. I'm helping you.

I am not going to kiss you just because
you give me money.

I don't want you to kiss me because I
give you money. I just want to give you

money, period. And I would like from
time to time to have dinner with you,

period. If at some point we kiss, well,
hey, that's superb.

But it's unrelated to money or dinner or
anything else.

Lisa, look, this is just $1 ,000. I
promise. It means nothing to me. It'll

absolutely no impact on the way I live.
It's not like I give you this and my

kids don't get their orthodontia.

You have kids?

Yeah. Two.

A wife?

Yeah, one.

So am I the stupidest woman that you
have ever met? No, no, no, no. You're

stupid at all.

And I'm not trying to buy you, no
offense, but when wealthy men buy women,

rarely say, give me the one in her late
30s with the kids.

It's just that...

I had this hunch about you that taking
you to someplace lovely

would mean something to you, that it
would be special,

it would give you pleasure, and that
would give me pleasure.

I haven't had that kind of pleasure in a
long time.

I have no idea.

what I am going to make of this once I
sober up. But I really feel that I ought

to be leaving.

Well, come on. We'll get in the limo.
No, no, really.

Really, I'm going to take a taxi to the
train.

This has been very... very...

I'm going to get your insurance money,
Lisa, all of it.

And then I'm going to have some
investment friends of mine put together

ideas about what to do with it.

And then I'm going to call you again.

Because I have a hunch that once you've
had an opportunity to see how really

awful it is out there, you'll be glad I
did.

Great. You call me.

And then I'll call your wife.

And then we can all call that guy that
Courtney Cox married because he says

only a dime a minute.

Oh.

And by the way,

You are fired.

We'll keep on spending sunny days this
way.

We're gonna talk and laugh our time
away.

I feel it coming closer day by day.

That would be ecstasy. You and me
endlessly grooving.

Oh, on a crowded avenue Here you go.

You all right?

Did I do something wrong?

No. No, I just... Thanks.

So where's your boyfriend?

I saw you walk in with... Oh, well,
uh... He's

coming right down.

I'm just getting a cabin that he and a
bunch of his friends will be right down.

Why don't you take the limo?

What are you doing?

Trying to help.

Actually, if...

If you're going to Grand Central, you're
on the wrong side of the street. I

mean, you've got to go that -a -way.

What makes you think I'm going to Grand
Central?

Can I make a suggestion?

We could walk there in like six minutes.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean we. I meant...

You.

Although, if it'll make you feel any
better, I could just walk over here on

side of the street, you know, for
protection.

Like this.

This way I could be here for you if you
needed me, or you could just ignore me

like you're doing.

How's it going on your side?

Can I buy you a pair of shoes?

What size are you?

I have no idea.

Why don't you try these?

The beautiful jacket you're wearing.

$7 shoes with a $700 jacket.

I didn't steal it.

Oh, I know.

These fit great.

Try this.

I'm not what you think I am.

What do you think I think you are?

I don't know.

But you have to be wondering.

Oh.

Well, maybe a year ago I would have
wondered.

No, a year ago I would have known. A
year ago I would have run away.

But I have had one of those years where
everything that you count on...

None of it works out the way that you
think that it's going to. None of it

happens the way that you planned.

Like what?

Everything.

Gravity.

So I look at you and I don't know. I
sense something. I feel something

This is none of my business, but do you
have a place to sleep?

Do you have a home?

Yeah. Don't worry about me.

I actually have a beautiful townhouse on
the east side, 63rd and Madison.

No phone or television, but everything
else I could possibly need.

Wow.

Thank you for taking such good care of
me.

Thank you for taking such good care of
me.

Go.

Ten and a half.

What? Your shoe size.

If it ever comes up again, you're a ten
and a half.

Thank you.

to see me.

You shouldn't be.

Did I forget to mention I stashed a
lojack right there?

Oh, I see.

Cat got your tongue.

Bad cat and bad cat and bad cat.

So here's the drill, Mighty Mouse.

Twenty minutes ago, a man hit a tree
while night skiing in Colorado.

Smart. X -screen beret.

Obviously athletic.

Divorced. No kid.

So I'm thinking, maybe it's time to
recast this part.

What do you say, Mr. Wiseman?

Shall we call for your understudy?

I want to live. I want to live. I want
to live.

I want to live.

Call Denver.

Tell them we won't need that extra bun
in the oven after all.

You wouldn't happen to remember Daddy's
shoe size, would you?

Um, I bought him a pair of slippers last
Christmas.

Twelve, I think.

Yeah, twelve.

Why?

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping.

Give me a sign, blow me a kiss, don't
make me die, you never know how good

it is to feel it though.

Give me a sign, so I can feel it when
you fly.

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