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An ordinary man, insurance executive, 45 years old, stumbles to his death on a

subway platform in New York City.

Or does he?

Unbeknownst to his wife or child, his brain is rescued from the accident scene

by a secret branch of the United States government and put into the body of an

artificially produced 26 -year -old man who has the strength of Superman, the

speed of Michael Jordan, and the grace of Fred Astaire.

The only catch.

On the penalty of death, he can never let anyone from the past know he's still

alive. And that, my friend, is a problem.

For this man is desperately in love with his wife, his daughter, and his former

life.

Before, on Now and Again. Can I help you? I certainly hope so.

I'm looking for a house.

This is my second day on the job.

and that you are absolutely the very first person that I have taken out to

house. Come into the city tomorrow night. We'll have dinner together, and

can show me your ideas.

Does that work for you?

That works for me.

Oh,

this is intriguing.

Old.

I like old. Great.

I got a lot of old. Good.

Not for me.

Ooh, not for me.

So how does your husband feel about you having dinner with a client in New York?

Must be a very well -adjusted fella.

My second wife was an attorney, and the more she would assure me that her dinner

meetings were strictly business, the more I would just think that... This

can't possibly be as nice as this picture makes it look.

You didn't answer my question.

Well, to be completely honest, I'm not really that familiar with this piece of

property.

Well, that's nice.

I'm trying to ask you in a clever way about your husband.

This game isn't going to work if you force me to play it alone.

I'm a widow.

I saw the ring.

Well, I haven't been able to bring myself to take it off.

No, no. You shouldn't have to. Why?

So jerks like me will know whether or not to try and pick you up.

You didn't know?

Nope.

You thought I was married?

Yep.

I am so confused.

I like married women.

I've had great luck with married women.

Married women, not all married women, mind you, but married women

with a little bit of an itch.

They're not that different from someone like me.

They don't want to get caught.

They don't want complications.

They just want to hook up with someone.

Pleasant.

Wash? Yeah.

I have to go wash with a wire brush.

Hey, Lisa, stop.

I still want to buy a house.

Blow it out, sir. Blow it again.

Try to remember who I am.

We only want what we can.

This is a very strange place to have a top -secret meeting.

Not really.

Sometimes the safest place to discuss the most sensitive subjects are out in

open.

Mr. Wiseman, why are you staring at the pigeon?

I'm jealous.

That bread looks awfully good to me.

Dr. Morris?

Yes?

I was asked to make contact with you.

Thanks for meeting here on such short notice.

You know why I'm here?

Well, obviously I know my budget is coming up for review.

I assume it has something to do with that.

What?

POTUS wants to talk to you.

POTUS himself?

When? Now, shall we?

Don't you remember?

Mom said you can't go anywhere with your friends today. You have to babysit me.

Is this man with you?

No one told you that I would be bringing someone?

With all due respect, Dr. Morris, this isn't a high school dance.

This is POTUS.

I was told to bring you and only you.

I just need a minute.

Mr. Wiseman, there's been some sort of miscommunication.

You're telling me. This guy's acting like I'm not even here.

And by the way, what's a POTUS?

What?

O stands for of, and the T stands for thee.

Thank you, Vanna. I'd like to buy a vowel now.

President of the United States.

What about him?

Pultus.

That's who you're going to see?

Yes, and I need you to stay right here on this bench until I get back. Wait a

second. You're running off to see the leader of the free world, and you want

to just sit here in bird land?

How long do you think we're looking at here? It's POTUS, for God's sakes. My

guess, he's got less than ten minutes to spend with you.

I'll be back before you know it.

You will not move.

Not so fast, Mr. Local Parental.

Money for food and I can go anywhere I want for half an hour.

No money, but you can walk around in this little fenced -in area here.

Ten bucks and five square blocks.

Not a dime.

two square blocks, and for only 15 minutes. And you have to be back on this

bench when I get back.

And if I find out you did anything extraordinary to call attention to

I will personally open you up and forget the anesthesia if you get my drift.

I love you.

Get your hands off me.

15 minutes.

It's a quarter of now. I want you back on that bench at the top of the hour.

Can I help you?

I think I'd like to send my wife a dozen white roses.

She loves white roses.

Name, address, and phone number where you want them delivered.

Put your message at the bottom.

It's going to be $38, Mr.

Wise Man.

Huh?

Oh, no, no.

I'm Newman.

She's Wiseman. I'm Newman.

She kept her maiden name.

My name's Newman.

Big bone of contention in the marriage.

But what am I going to do? I love her.

Oh, wow.

I don't believe it.

Forgot my wallet. Darn.

But I know my Visa number.

Can you do it without the card?

No.

Want to think about that for a minute?

No.

I don't understand.

No. It's a word. It means uh -uh.

No. I mean, if I called you and I ordered the flowers and I told you my

card number, you'd send them.

You're right.

Thank you.

Call it in.

Here's your number.

Can I borrow your telephone?

Sure. You can borrow the phone.

The only thing is that this is the only phone we have, and it's for incoming

orders only.

So if you use this phone to call me, I won't be able to answer it.

Speak to you.

Good morning. Good morning to you.

Mr. Weidman, it's been some time since you've made any transactions with us.

Yeah, I know. I've been so busy.

If I'm not at work, I'm just dead to the world.

I'll need to see some photo ID.

You do, huh?

See, that's the thing. I lost my wallet while I was waiting for the subway.

Otherwise, I would have used the ATM.

So you don't have any photo ID?

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Wiseman, but without the proper identification...

talking about $40 here.

You have my signature on file, right?

It's a match, right?

All I need is $40.

I tried to get them to give me a new license, do everything.

I just need $40 to tie me over.

And it is mine.

Can't you help me,

Julia?

All right.

Find it again in front of me.

Thank you, Julia.

Anyone ever tell you you have very beautiful eyes, Julia?

Only men looking for money.

Mr. Wiseman, your signature checks out.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, there is no need for hysterics.

This is a robbery.

Now, if you would all head towards the rear of the...

My fellow presidents will show you into the vault.

Back of the bank, folks. Let's go back to the bank.

Damn. It's a robbery.

I know what you mean. I had sort of a pressing appointment myself.

People, the faster you get to the back of the bank, the faster you're in that

vault. And the faster you're in that vault, the faster we're out of here with

our money, and the faster the cops are here to stay with you. Now, let's all be

good little citizens and move quickly and quietly.

Move to the rear of the bank, Chief.

Keep going.

Move it.

Move it, people.

No heroics. Move it.

All right, folks.

I'm sure I speak for everybody in my little party when I say thank you all

much for your cooperation.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, folks.

I'm the bank manager here.

And first, let me apologize for this.

And second, let me assure you, we're all perfectly safe in here. There's plenty

there. And as the gentleman said, it's only a matter of time till the police

come in and get us out. So in the meantime, I suggest we all just try to

ourselves comfortable, sit on the floor, whatever, and it'll all be over real

soon.

You wouldn't have the time, would you?

Five after ten.

Excuse me. Let me through, please. I'm a doctor.

Could you folks move to the back, please? Give him some air.

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah, open that door. I need to get him to a hospital.

Three, two, one. Folks, let's everybody move back into this area. Give this

fellow some privacy.

One, two, three,

two, three, four.

There's no internal release. We've got to get him out of here.

Look, there are bolts all around that door. When they're engaged, they go five

inches into the wall.

Sorry, Doc.

So, until help arrives, I'm sorry. There's no way to get out of here.

Who blasted this door? All the nameless. There's a sick man in here.

What time you got? It's 10 .22.

Oh, man.

Lisa Weissman?

Yeah. Happy Valentine's Day.

Wait a second.

Who are these from?

A secret admirer.

Lady, I'm not allowed to take these back.

Give them to me.

Fifteen minutes I waited at that bench for you.

Fifteen minutes!

You know, you yelled at me about this yesterday.

All yesterday.

Well, I'm still furious about it today!

Fifteen minutes!

And then the limo finally shows up, and we go looking for you.

Well, that was your mistake. If you had just stayed at the bench like... If I

just what?

We would have hooked up there, and then I would never have made it back to the

flower shop with the money. And that's another thing.

Sending flowers to your wife?

What were you thinking?

I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice for her to know that someone out there

remembered her on Valentine's Day?

Wow, what a radical idea. Flowers on Valentine's Day.

What'll he do next? Send her a card?

Oh.

You know what POTUS said to me yesterday?

POTUS? That would be the president?

No, I don't believe I was included in that conversation.

He said, Dr. Morris, while I admire the work that you are doing and believe that

it may someday play a crucial role in our country's security, not everyone

shares my opinion.

The next several weeks, you and your program will be under review by a top

secret committee at the Pentagon.

This review will be critical.

critical to your program's survival.

You want to say critical again? Your spit didn't quite hit me that last time.

don't think sending flowers to your widow, making a spectacle of yourself in

public, ripping open bank vault doors in front of civilians is something the

Pentagon is going to look kindly upon. I just don't. A man was having a heart

attack. A heart attack, for goodness sake. What was I supposed to do, just

him die?

Oh, you are cold, my friend.

You are glacial. No.

I'm concerned about the future of this project.

The future of you.

Well, relax. No harm done.

Nobody was hurt.

Quite the opposite, in fact. A man's life was saved, and I saved it. And I

regret doing it for a minute.

Yes.

No, you know there are no televisions here.

Fine.

What?

Are you sure you told me everything about what happened yesterday?

Everywhere you went?

Everything you did?

Absolutely.

I think.

Good morning.

I'll be the judge of rent.

I need your

advice.

I opened up this morning. He was waiting outside the front door when I got here.

He looked so sad.

Yeah, what's up?

He's been sitting at your desk for 45 minutes, looking like some puppy who's

chewed up somebody's slipper and feels bad about it.

Did everything go all right yesterday?

I mean, I know he's a little strange, but I do not think you are wasting your

time. He took the liberty of checking his DRW, and he is definitely what you

would call a qualified buyer.

He made a path, right?

A path? No, no, no.

No, he tried to kick a field goal while my team was still in the locker room.

Wow! Do you think he's dangerous?

One can only hope.

Relax. You're not his type. He's not interested in anyone that's available.

Separated divorce did not apply.

Wow. I've never even heard of one of those.

Look, I know what you were thinking.

And I would certainly never ask you to do anything that makes you

But, in my opinion, that man is an excellent prospect. And frankly, Lisa,

could sit at that desk three weeks before another qualified buyer walks in.

You have got them completely snowed.

Really? Mm -hmm. My boss wants to give you a saucer of milk.

So, you're not even a little bit flattered?

No. Not by what you said last night, not by what you're saying now, not by the

flowers this morning, not by any of it. No. What flowers?

Oh, please.

No, I'm serious. What flowers? A dozen white roses this morning.

And I suppose you're going to claim that you're not my secret admirer.

Secret admirer?

There's nothing secret about me. I made an ass out of myself in front of your

whole office.

Besides, who sends white roses?

What?

I love white roses. My husband always sends them.

Here's one for the books. Perhaps you'll recall from last night's broadcast our

story of a bank robbery in Lower Manhattan.

A lot of folks laughed when the bank manager claimed that he and ailing

and the other hostages were freed from the vault they were locked in by a man

with superhuman strength who pushed the door open.

Well, people stopped laughing today with the release of this security tape shot

from inside the vault.

Police still hunting for the bandits are asking for the public's help, and

they're hoping you'll give them a call.

Thanks, Deb. In sports, the Knicks took...

The good news is the bank's video surveillance system was designed so it

began recording when pressure was applied to the door.

And since it was built to videotape people breaking into the vault, not out

it, it appears that there's no image of your face on the tape.

Honestly, I'm sorry.

The bad news is the image of you, your back to the camera, your body pressing

against that door as it cracks open, is on the front page of virtually... every

newspaper of the country.

Okay, so what do we do?

There's got to be something we can do.

We?

Did I hear you say we?

I meant... Did we do this?

I don't think so.

I don't think you were thinking about me or this project when you decided to

imitate Conan the Barbarian in front of that security camera.

We are under financial review by the Pentagon, Mr. Wiseman, and we are

on by a thread. All right, enough!

Kill me now, because it'd be preferable to this.

Don't tempt me, Valentine boy.

Don't tempt me.

The good news is, if we're careful, if we're smart,

it will blow over.

Eventually.

Really? You think so?

Again.

Eventually.

Every day there's new news.

Planes fall out of the sky and we never figure out why.

World leaders behave badly and we pretend not to notice.

There's a videotape.

Of an unidentified man pushing open a five -ton vault door in Manhattan.

And no one has an explanation.

The trick is, we've got to keep that man unidentified.

And we have to do it until we get our funding renewed.

Okay. How do we do that?

From this moment forward, Mr. Wiseman, until such time as I receive word that

our funding for next year is in place, you will not leave this townhouse under

any circumstances.

Okay.

Sure. And not only that, I or someone under my command will be with you every

minute of every day.

Are you clear?

Absolutely, I'm clear.

I'm totally clear.

Good.

Sorry, fella.

You're a luck.

Now, the thing is that I have no idea who sent the flowers.

And I would really like to thank the person, but I... Right.

We paid cash.

So for all you know, he could be named secret admirer.

Well, thank you very much.

Excuse me?

Well, yes.

Yes, I would love to speak to the person who actually sold the flowers.

Hi.

I'm Lisa Wiseman, and I'm very sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering if

you happen to remember... You do.

Quite. My husband?

He said he was my husband.

I see.

And you remember because his last name was different, but he said he was my

husband.

Well, do you remember what last name he used?

Oh.

You think it might have been Redford?

No, no, that doesn't ring a bell.

I'm just curious.

Do you remember what he looked like?

He looked like a guy named Redford.

Of course.

Hello?

Hello. I'm sorry to be calling so late.

I wonder if I could possibly speak to Mr. Wiseman.

Who is this?

What time is it?

It's a little after 11.

My name's Mr. Burroughs. I'm the manager of the downtown branch of your bank.

Is Mr. Wiseman there?

No. No, he's not. Can I help you?

Well, according to one of the tellers in my bank, he withdrew some money

yesterday shortly before a robbery that took place in my branch.

Some things happened during the robbery I can't make sense of, and I thought if

I could just speak with him. Mr.

Burroughs, my husband passed away over a year ago.

Excuse me? My husband is dead, Mr. Burroughs.

So whoever it was that you think made that withdrawal, I can assure you that

was not my husband.

But his signature matched perfectly.

Please accept my apologies, Mrs. Wiseman. I'm sure it's just some kind of

mistake. I promise you, first thing tomorrow morning, I'll restore whatever

monies are missing from your account.

Well, I would appreciate that, Mr. Burroughs.

You want to tell me about it?

Huh?

Tell what?

Whatever it is that's preoccupying you.

Oh, come on.

Don't pretend that you care.

It'll destroy whatever chemistry you have.

Well, for you, I'm willing to risk it.

What's on your mind?

Do you remember the flowers that I accused you of sending me?

Well, it turns out that my secret admirer...

is a man named Redford, and I don't know a man named Redford.

Wow. You've got Robert Redford sending you flowers. I don't stand a chance.

Very funny.

And it turns out that someone is using my husband's name to withdraw money from

my checking account.

That would be Paul Newman, I'm guessing.

Right. Right, Redford and Newman.

I'm sorry to make you come back here with me, but Carla's got some early

showings, and she needs to be... I don't know if I can just find them.

You know, I get the distinct feeling I've spent this entire day sharing you

someone else.

That's all right. Did you say something?

You're still distracted.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I'm hanging on your every word.

Okay, great.

You know those five houses we looked at today? I think I want to buy all of

them. Can I just bounce a theory off of you?

The IRS.

Now, they would have my husband's signature on file, right?

I mean, all those years of signed tax returns?

Now, why that man would want to get money out of my bank account, I don't

Or why he would be sending me flowers, for that matter. I don't know.

All I know is every time something like this happens, Mr.

Newman is somehow connecting.

So I am starting to think that maybe this is somehow connected to Michael.

Maybe he knew him.

Because that's the feeling that I get every time he's around, that he knows

things about me, about my daughter.

This whole thing makes me feel so powerless.

What's so funny?

You.

Powerless. Mm -hmm.

Check me on this.

But aren't you the lady who told me to blow it up my butt when you realized my

intentions were what they were? What does that have to do with this?

This guy obviously has you spooked, and maybe more. I just find it difficult to

believe that a woman of your obvious strength can't find a way to pick up the

phone and say... I already told you I don't have his number. I just can't seem

to get that number. All right, then. Go over to his place and say, Hey, are you

the man who did this, this, and this?

And if you did, why?

And if you don't stop... Assuming you want him to stop.

Of course I want him to stop.

Good.

Why don't you go ahead and order a pizza?

I have to run into New York.

Right.

I will keep the cell on.

Would you mind if I called you at home later?

Just to see how it went.

See if you're okay.

Didn't I already warn you about our chemistry?

It's all yours.

So what are you reading?

Mr.. Wiseman the purpose of my being here at this hour of the night is not to

provide you with conversation or companionship Never mind my mistake

Know what

sounds like maybe we have a visitor

Hello

Who is it?

Mr. Newman, it's Lisa Wiseman.

I know it's late, but I was just wondering if I could talk to you.

Listen, right now is not a good time for me.

Maybe some other time.

I'd love to speak with you, but maybe some other time.

Well, when would that other time be, Mr. Newman?

I mean, you know where I live. You've been to my house. You know how far I've

come.

Do you want to give me your phone number? Would you like to set an

Because I really do need to speak to you, Mr. Newman.

Actually, I was thinking, like, a month.

Right now, these next few weeks, it's crazy.

I don't know, but maybe in a month, six weeks.

A month or six weeks?

No. Mr. Newman, I really need to talk to you.

I'm sorry.

It's the best I can do.

The best you can do?

Oh.

Mr. Newman, I'm not going away.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know what to do. I'm just sorry.

Mr. Newman!

Are you really sorry for what's happened here, Mr. Wiseman?

Because I think I know a way you can prove it.

What are you talking about? Mr. Newman!

I'm talking about letting your wife in here.

I don't understand.

Why would you do that?

So that you can tell her, once and for all, that you never want to see her

again.

That if she ever comes near here or near you... You will have her arrested.

Mr. Newman, I have questions.

Let's be done with it, Mr. Wiseman.

Just like we should have been from the start.

At least have the decency to open the door.

If we let her keep this up, she's going to draw attention out there.

Maybe even the police.

Mr. Newman.

I'm not going away.

I'm going to give you the code to the door.

and I'm going to hide in the closet so I can hear what you're saying.

Mr. Newman, I need to speak to you.

Mr. Newman?

Oh, Mr. Wiseman, if you run, if the two of you run,

I will kill you both.

Mr. Newman, I'm not going away.

Where I live?

I know. I've actually been here before.

Who's your decorator?

Kafka?

So...

What is it I can do for you, Mrs. Wiseman?

I received some flowers.

On Valentine's Day?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

White roses.

Okay.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

Did you like them?

What?

Well, I don't know.

You came all the way over here to talk about them.

I don't want the trip to be a complete waste.

I mean, I don't know anything about them, but now that you brought them up,

would be curious to know what you thought of them.

Not that I sent them, because I didn't.

You forged my husband's signature.

Didn't you?

Forged?

No.

Forged? Yes.

You're the one who's been going into my bank account and stealing from me,

aren't you? Stealing?

No. Stealing, yes. What is this, a game with you? You go into your files, you

find out things about people and mess with their heads? Look, I don't have any

files. I didn't buy you flowers, and I didn't steal $40 from your bank account.

Who said it was $40?

I want you to hear me, Mr. Newman. I want you to hear me loud and clear.

I know who you are.

I know where you live.

You so much as think about me or my daughter, I will report you to the

authorities.

I have witnesses now.

The girl in the flower shop, the bank manager, they can identify you.

I want you out of my life, Mr. Newman. I want you out of my head.

Not exactly the scene I had imagined.

But one could hardly quibble with the result.

Now if we can only get you off the front page.

I don't understand. What is it that you want me to do?

I know what I saw.

Oh, my. Yes, everybody in the world knows what you saw. You tell us every

you get.

Television, radio, newspapers.

But let me just be clear.

As regards the matter of repairing your vault, Grand Empire does not pay because

a superhuman man happened to push the door open while it was locked.

Now, if there had been some small unreported earthquake which might have

contributed to this, then we would pay.

Or if it turned out there was some structural damage in the wall, which had

unnoticed until now, then we would pay.

Really?

We want to pay. Your bank, all 1 ,400 branches of it, is a huge customer of

ours. But we can't set the precedent of paying off because...

Captain America dropped by and was a little rough with the furniture.

I'll let you think about it.