All language subtitles for Now and Again S01E05

Before, on Now and Again.

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

billions of dollars in the hope of one
day actually being able to build a man.

An American man.

A man who could do those things near a
mortal American man are loath to do.

Travel to dangerous places, take risks,
wage war. A man with the feet of Michael

Jordan. The strength of Superman. And
the grace...

Red is dead.

We know you didn't choose to die, Mr.
Wiseman.

I saw your family.

I know how precious they must be to you.

But your government can't let anyone
know about the existence of this

technology. You reaching out to anyone
from your path absolutely guarantees

immediate death and the death of
whomever you confided in. We only want

can have.

I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting.
I've been preparing for a stockholders

meeting. Oh, I completely understand.

You're a very busy man.

Don't be ridiculous.

This is very important to me.

You're part of the Grand Empire family.

Vodka rocks.

So, what can I do for you, Mrs. Wiseman?

Lisa. Lisa.

I don't know if you remember the night I
came to your office.

Shortly after my husband.

I came to see you with an attorney. An
attorney I'm no longer working with, by

the way.

And you proposed, among other things, a
loan.

$50 ,000 secured against your home.

Yes. Yes. As I recall, that is when you
stormed out?

My lawyer stormed out. I simply followed
him.

I was actually very hurt.

Really?

You don't strike me as the kind of man
who bruises easily.

On the inside.

On the inside.

So, you are interested in a loan? I am
interested in the million dollars you

me for my husband's life insurance
policy.

But since you have... indicated very
clearly that that will not be

anytime soon. I was wondering if the
loan offer was still valid.

Money troubles?

Money catastrophes. The bank wants to
take my house.

God, I'm so sorry to hear that.

I'm sure you are.

I wish that there was something that I
could do.

But your hands are tied.

You notice.

Why do you hate us so much?

Hate you?

I barely know you.

Then why?

Your husband went into court and for all
intents and purposes told a

jury that Grand Empire, his employer,
was obligated to pay out almost 400

million dollars.

$400 million that I and a great many
other people believe we could have saved

had your late husband simply said what
he was asked to say.

So no, I will not be glibly paying out
his death benefit.

You're going to have to take me to
court.

And I'm also afraid that I'm going to do
everything I can to delay and postpone

and make sure that by the time I am
ordered to pay out, I have caused you...

So much time and so much energy and you
are in so much debt that even you will

curse your husband's memory.

And hopefully you'll understand that
none of this is personal.

It's just that we feel very strongly
that our employees should understand

place in the greater corporate culture.

Would you like another drink?

No. This one I'll do fine.

You like that?

You can do it.

Oh, yeah, with a can opener I could do
it.

Your body, you can do it.

Your body, I'd like to do it.

Excuse me, Mr. Wiseman?

You know this is metal, right?

Aluminum, actually.

Of course I know.

And you know that this is flesh or a
reasonable facsimile, right?

I am intimately familiar with every
fiber of your being, Mr. Wiseman.

Good.

Then you'll take this in the spirit in
which it's offered.

This stuff hurts, this stuff.

Now, excuse me now.

I'm going to go take a hot shower and
dip my body in a vat of Bengay.

Mr. Wiseman, I... Don't touch.

Let's give the nerves a week or two to
calm down.

Hey, Sanchez.

Want some Brussels sprouts?

How about rutabaga?

We got some mouthwatering rutabaga.

Oh, hey, don't look now.

But we got some kind of yummy root thing
here.

Yep, nothing says loving like plant life
from the oven.

You're a regular Charlie Rose, you know
that?

Yeah, but I don't blame you.

It's hard to engage in conversation when
you know you're being watched.

Hi, guys.

So what's going on out there in the real
world, old buddy?

How are my Knicks doing?

Como?

Como? Is that all you have to say to me?

I mean, every night it's the same thing,
and I'm getting pretty damn sick of it.

Como this, como that.

There's more to the world than Perry
Como.

Excuse me, but I don't understand.

Fine, have it your way.

Hey, Sanchez, if you don't speak
English, how come you have the Times?

What's the deal? You like the lingerie
ads?

Ah.

No streaks.

Bleeding neck.

Professor Leonard Zieglin, husband of
Sheila, father of Gene, donated

his brain to science.

Let's see what you started.

Hooter Stunner.

I better be two and a half now.

Convenient commuter cottage.

Train probably runs through the
backyard.

Family charmer.

That sounds nice.

I know that house.

That's my house.

Hey.

Honey, could you come and brood inside?
It's getting kind of late.

Is this okay?

Scooby, I don't know what to say.

There really is no other way.

We simply can't afford to live here
anymore.

It's okay, Mom.

Don't worry. I don't care if we move.

I mean, I've always wanted to live in
one of those crummy little apartment

complexes where divorced women take
their families when their husbands dump

them. I like kids from broken homes.
They have the best drugs and the coolest

tattoos. Maybe I'll get a nose ring.

That way I'll be able to fit in when
we're hanging out in the parking lot for

all hours, smoking cigarettes and taking
turns having sex behind the garbage

dumpsters.

doing here? What do you want?

I'm here because I need some
information.

Do you know why Lisa Wiseman's selling
her house?

What is this insane preoccupation with
Lisa Wiseman? Why are you people so

fixated on the poor woman?

My God, it's the middle of the night.

If you want to know why she's selling
her house, call her and ask her.

I tried, but someone canceled my calling
card. Oh, yeah.

You gotta help me, old buddy.

I am not your old buddy.

Particularly after that wild goose chase
you led me on. I'm sorry about that.

Reincarnated.

You're with the IRS. That's why you knew
everything about me, about Michael.

Look, you're not fooling me. You can't
just come climbing in through people's

windows in the middle of the night.

I have rights.

And just so we're clear, that second
Mercedes, is a business expense. I make

lot of work -related calls from... Just
tell me.

Is it another guy?

Who another guy? The reason she fell in
the house is she met someone.

Are you sure that this is government
business?

No.

No, it's not another man.

She's... broken.

What?

That can't be. Can be and is.

Boy, for an IRS agent, you sure don't
know much. Oh, wait a second.

I know for a fact that her husband left
her a million -dollar life insurance

policy. Life insurance policy.

Unfortunately, the fellow who runs the
company now, the fellow for whom Michael

would have been working, he didn't like
Michael very much. So now he is

determined to make Lisa crawl before she
gets a dime of that money.

Craig Spence?

Oh, so you've heard of him.

Now, he is somebody you people should be
taking a look at.

Craig Spence.

So, is that what you need to know?

Hello?

Are you all right?

I should get going.

They're going to be right behind me.

Who is?

You're the IRS. What do you have to be
afraid of?

Which reminds me, this little fact
-finding

mission, wouldn't you say that this sort
of makes me a friend of internal

revenue? I'm not asking for any kind of
special consideration, but if you happen

to find some irregularities, come tax
time, I would hope that I would be

accorded the... Well, how should I put
this?

The benefit of the doubt?

If anyone asks, you haven't seen me.

Oh, hey, I get it. One nation,
indivisible.

These lips?

Sealed.

I need to know what he said, how long he
was here, and where he went.

He just left, he didn't say where, and
he wanted to know about Lisa Wiseman's

house.

Oh, a simple wake -up call would do. You
knocked down the door.

Hey, what do you know? You were right
about that.

And then you escaped.

Oh, I prefer to think of it as a brief
sabbatical.

And then you came back.

Yeah, yeah, I missed my room.

I don't suppose you could ask these guys
to hold their NRA meeting somewhere

else.

I need your help.

You're kidding me, right?

You break out of here to meddle in the
lives of the buried people I said you

could never again see under the penalty
of death.

And all you can say to me is, I need
your help.

What do I have to do to get you to
accept your death?

Kill you?

I'm talking about my home here, Doc.

The house where my baby learned to walk.
The living room where I always put the

family Christmas tree.

It's mine.

It's ours.

It's sacred.

It's shelter.

It's wood and nails and plaster.

They'll find new shelter, more modest
shelter. Trust me, they'll be fine. She

has no money.

Many people have gotten by on far less.
This man is punishing my family

unfairly. The world isn't just.

I'll just keep busting out.

Rest assured, the next door will be
twice as thick.

Then I'll train twice as hard.

And I'll grow stronger.

And you'll help me.

Because your ego won't let you do
anything else.

And then one day when you least expect
it... I'll track you to the end of the

earth, Mr. Wiseman. Perfect.

Perfect. And one minute before you catch
up to me, I'll kill myself.

Just so I can watch you suffer the way
you're making me suffer.

When you say help... A couple of days

of freedom.

Impossible. Shadow me, then.

Be with me if it makes sense. And then,
once I've gotten her her money, I'm back

here. The world's most cooperative
guinea pig.

Three days, Mr. Wiseman.

Three days.

Thank you.

You mind if I ask?

Why did you come back?

It's like I told you I needed your help.

I can't do what I have to do looking
over my shoulder wondering when you and

your militia are going to show up.

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

And, you know, I'm nuts about the food.

Honey!

How we doing?

He'll be here any minute, and the
realtor wants us out of the house.

I'm done.

Wow.

Pretty good, huh?

Yeah. So where'd you put it?

All the dirty clothes, the magazines,
and stuff.

Mom. Under the bed?

I can't believe this. In the closet?

That's it. I'm calling the authorities.
I'm calling Sally Jessie Raphael.

Wow.

Well, they look nice, don't they?

Greg? Roger?

Uh, so, how did that little get
-together with Lisa Wiseman go? I

your doing that for me, by the way. Oh,
it was very nice.

She had a club soda. I had a drink. She
asked for money.

I said no.

Jackass.

Hey, old buddy.

What are you doing at my desk? I am not
your old buddy.

And what are you doing at my desk?

I need a job.

Well, I thought you had a job.

Don't you work for the government?

But I need you to get me a job here.

We're launching a special investigation.

A grand empire?

Yes. And you want me to get you in here?

No. No, no, no.

Absolutely not.

Insane? I'd be out in the street fasting
and you'd say, turn in your company

car. Roger, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important.

And, after all, you are my friend.

Your friend?

Every time you show up, you cause me
nothing but trouble. Do you realize my

has now started locking me in the
bedroom at night because of you? Hey,

Ruth?

Ruth is none of your business, Mr. IRS
-I -know -everything -about -you guy.

And there are no employment
opportunities available at Grand

Empire Insurance at the present time.

And what's this memo from personnel
about?

I'm thinking of something on the VP
level. Oh, you are?

Something where I can be close to Craig
Spence.

Close, but not too close.

Craig Spence. You're investigating Craig
Spence.

And this is a federal matter, right?

Very federal.

Well, then I guess I have no choice.

Sure. Send him in.

So, why do you want to be my assistant?

It's a terrible job.

I don't want to be your assistant. I
want to be you, but that job appears to

taken.

That's a terrific answer.

It sounds like what I said to my old
boss when he interviewed me.

Really? Truly.

Did it work?

Here I am.

Have we met?

Not in this life.

Not that I know of.

So, when can I start?

You want to tell me your name?

Newman.

Michael Newman.

Okay, here's the deal. You're on call 24
hours a day, 7 days a week. You'll type

up my report.

You'll pick up my laundry. You'll assist
me in board meetings. And you'll get my

car washed.

You'll do anything and everything I ask.
And frankly, you won't be paid enough.

But then again, you're not in it for the
money. I'm not? No, you're not. You're

in it for the education.

Watch, listen, learn.

And ask questions.

really going to eat that, are you?

What are you doing here?

Protecting my investment.

I'm begging you. You're flirting with
unemployment, my friend.

Are we making any progress?

I've discovered that he likes to have
his shirt starched slightly, his coffee

sweetened heavily, and his ego massaged
thoroughly.

Yeah,

dip in here, would you?

Here's a bottle of vodka in that cabinet
there and some ice.

Do me a favor, would you?

Sure.

You drink?

Not in a long time.

Oh, you're in the program.

I didn't know.

No.

It just kind of changed my life a while
ago.

Anything else?

How'd you know to wear that suit?

That's a perfect suit for this job.

When I first came in here to work, I
didn't know anything about clothes

or pitching or any of that.

I had ambition to spare, but I was
pretty green.

I wouldn't have known to buy a suit like
this.

How'd you learn?

Company put me with this guy.

He taught me everything.

Nice guy?

Yeah, he was nice enough.

And now he's working for you.

No, he's... No, see, I got the job he
wanted.

So... Well, some people say he threw
himself in front of a train.

What?

People are nuts, huh?

See, here's the ironic part.

My annual bonus is based on how much
revenue I generate, on how much profit

there is after we deduct the cost of
business.

So, every time we don't have to pay off,
every time we can deny a claim... It's

money in your pocket.

Kind of, sort of.

So, in kind of a weird way, Wiseman's
suicide was... Wait, wait, wait.

You don't know it was a suicide.

That's true.

But I like that it was a suicide.

I mean, you know, what's the guy going
to do? It's not like he's going to, you

know, come back and dispute it.

What? Why are you looking at me that
way?

Okay, no, you got me. I admit it.

It's my little secret.

I'm a sloppy drunk.

You can go.

You should go.

You should just call me a car, all
right?

Have them call here to wake me up when
they are actually out front, all right?

What, no hi, honey, I'm home?

Spence tells me that I killed myself.

Suicide.

Figures. One thing that lets an
insurance company completely off the

Mr. Wiseman.

I did have one idea.

I seriously considered killing him.

He was just sitting there, asleep.

I thought, do it.

Kill him.

What are they going to do until you're
already dead?

Where are we going? This isn't the way
home.

This is my street.

My block.

What are we doing here?

She received an offer today on the
house.

Boy,

when it rains, it freaking monsoons.

I'm sorry.

I'm deeply sorry.

It occurred to me, as long as we were
out,

You might want one more look.

What are you waiting for?

What do you mean?

Just knock on the door?

It's after ten.

Yeah, you're right.

Let's head back, driver. Wait a second.

Wait a second.

Go.

Yes? Well, what do you know? Oh, my...
Hi again.

It's okay. Don't be frightened. No eggs.
I'm not going to kiss you. I just...

I've been out house hunting, and...
Look, I know it's late, but I'm leaving

tomorrow, and... Would it be all right
if... Well, I already have an offer.

Maybe I'll beat it.

And it's 10 .15.

And no offense, but... You know me. I
work for the government.

Hey, my boss is right there in the car

This is perfect.

It's a foyer.

It's a perfect foyer.

Thank you. This is the living room.

Those don't come with the house.

Of course not.

The floors are New England maple.

Oh, I love these floors.

The fireplace works.

Still? I mean, I love old fireplaces.

Someone studying real estate?

Well, that's me. I'm trying to get my
license.

That's perfect.

You'd be great.

So if I buy this house, does that, like,
make me your first customer?

No, because it'll take me at least three
months to get my license.

Well, if I buy this house and I like it,
maybe I'll come back in three months

and buy another house.

This is the master bath.

I find that sound kind of comforting.

But it's really not a big deal. My
husband used to just...

There you go.

Just have to let the pressure out once
in a while.

It's my husband.

He was in an accident eight months ago.

An accident?

Yes. I'm sorry.

What's down here?

Oh, my daughter's better. But she's
asleep.

Just a peek?

Be quiet.

And here we are.

Hey, how's the piano?

What do you mean?

It's the only song I know.

Why? What do you mean? Do you want to
make an offer?

I mean, don't sell.

Not yet.

Well, I need to sell.

Mr.

Newman.

Mr. Newman, I need to sell.

I need a miracle.

I definitely have to do something.

I know that.

But I just need tomorrow.

Just to get all this straightened out.

So I can make you an offer.

Or who knows?

You can have your miracle.

One day.

All right.

Sure. One day.

Open this a crack for me, would you?

Let's see. It's 11 o 'clock, meaning
it's not for another hour. So order up a

little bit of something to eat, and I'm
going to jump into the shower, get

dressed, and then go downstairs to the
Metropolitan Room and be lavished with

praise by the board.

Lavished with praise?

How can you be so sure?

How can I be so sure?

Hand me my briefcase.

You know what this is?

Is that from one of those magazine
subscription offers?

Can't cash those, you know.

No, this is a copy of my bonus check
from Grand Empire.

I keep it with me for inspiration.

See that there?

Those are six zeros, my friend.

That's pretty lavish, don't you think?

Can I help you find something?

No.

No, I'm just looking for... Oh, there it
is. Okay.

My bank account number.

Do me a favor, all right? Write this
down in the laptop.

Okay, I live in fear of losing this.

The bank in Switzerland.

Doesn't that make trips to the ATM a
little pricey?

On the contrary, they have a very
enlightened attitude about money.

Their feeling is that it's nobody's
business if you have it.

Especially the tax man.

Dear 577 -698 -74592,

385 -390 -115 -QQ99.

That's awfully warm and fuzzy. Bet they
send beautiful calendars at Christmas.

Nope, there are no names, no signatures,
just your account number.

Without that, I can kiss my money
goodbye.

Okay. Let's find a room service menu and
order up something to eat.

This is highway robbery.

A hamburger, $22.

What do I care? I'm not paying for it.

You want a burger?

We'll get you the child's portion. It's
only $14.

You know, they do look at my expense
account.

Hey, come on. We got less than an hour
until showtime, and I want something in

my stomach, all right? So get on the
phone and place the order.

I think that letter of yours just blew
out the window.

What?

Okay, Nimrod, where is it? I'm telling
you, it blew out the window.

Okay, please tell me that you got those
numbers down into the laptop before it

blew away. I'm sorry.

All right, well, someone has to go out
there and get it.

You want me to call someone here at the
hotel? No, I mean one of us.

Really?

Well, how are you with heights? We've
got to be at least 20 floors up.

I'm not good.

How are you?

It's funny you should ask, because in
recent weeks, I've actually confronted

this kind of thing a number of times.

You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Okay.

You get out there.

And you get that letter.

Now!

Okay.

Okay.

No,

please, listen. I'll pay you a reward.

$10 ,000.

Come on.

$20 ,000.

A hundred thousand dollars, please.

Certainly.

I got it.

Okay, okay, good. Come on. Come on back.

Come on.

What? What are you doing? Come on!

Why don't you come out here?

No! No, no, no. That is not the
agreement.

No, I'm not getting out there.

You're going to come back in here.

Now, if you don't do it on the count of
three, I'm going to shut and close and

lock these windows, all right? And if
you don't come out here, I'm letting go

this letter.

Come on.

Okay.

Okay.

You don't think I'm actually going to
pay you?

Okay, but I will.

I will. Let's just... Let's just go back
inside, and you can keep the letter.

All right? And look, I'll take you right
now down to my local bank, and I'll

hand you the cash.

Okay?

What was that?

Your suicide note.

Suicide note?

It's important that somebody find that
suicide note to establish that you took

your own life.

I know you really didn't kill yourself,
but I like that it's a suicide.

Oh, hey, look.

All the bigwigs from Grand Empire are
arriving to lavish you with praise.

Oops. They're not going in.

Something's caught their attention.

They're looking up.

You know, it's a shame that you can't
wave. Who are you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Me? I'm just a really strong guy who
either saved your life or couldn't hold

What do you say we talk about Michael
Wiseman's insurance policy?

Yes?

Oh.

Oh, you were expecting someone else?

Mr. Newman, perhaps?

Yeah.

How's she taken?

Oh, she was thrilled about the insurance
money.

She was thrilled about being able to
keep her house.

She was just a touch disappointed that
it was Mr. Newman's boss and not Mr.

Newman himself coming to bring her the
news.

I relate to that completely.

Mr. Wiseman, we made a deal.

You asked for my help and I gave it to
you.

And in return, you promised me your
complete devotion to our work.

I'm going to hold you to that promise.

Let's go, please, driver.