All language subtitles for early_edition_s03e20_pinch_hitters

Come on, little buddy.

Come on.

I got you. I got you.

Ow!

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

Oh, my God.

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

Mister, that monkey was illegally
imported from West Africa.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey!

Hey!

Whoa, hey!

His name was Gary Hobson.

He gets tomorrow's newspaper today.

He doesn't know how.

He doesn't know why.

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

He has 24 hours to get things right.

Good morning, campers. Hey, Patrick.

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

How what went?

Moot court.

A mute court?

Law school.

Whoa.

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

Not mute court, Patrick.

Moot court.

It's a fake trial, basically.

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

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

May it please the court.

I better go.

Good luck.

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

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

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

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

from the rest of us, you know.

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

Oh, sure. No problem.

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

Hello, Gary?

Good morning.

You sound terrible. What's the matter?

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

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

You got bit by a monkey putting out a
fire?

Mr. Hobson got bit by a monkey?

Patrick, can I have some privacy,
please?

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

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

for a tire.

Oh. Go ahead.

Thank you.

I'm in quarantine right now.

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

Oh, my God.

What kind of disease?

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

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

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

blood test on the monkey.

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

So here I am.

Well, is there anything you want me to
do?

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

Right.

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

Today's Chicago.

What was wrong with yesterday's Chicago?

Answer me that.

They want to tear this place down.

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

old Colony Ballroom.

Artie Shaw.

Wonderful Tommy Dorsey's band playing
here.

Ladies free on Wednesdays?

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

Oh, boy.

Sure. Nobody's listening. Nobody cares.

Everybody's hurry.

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

That's the way it is.

Good, good.

Excuse me, my dear.

Could you hold this, please?

Thank you so much.

Cat?

What's going on?

Stray cat got in somehow.

Don't worry, we'll get it.

Gary, it's not there.

I got it. You do? Special delivery.

Musician strike.

Senior activist paralyzed in protest.

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

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

Marissa?

Let me talk to Erica.

Erica? She's not here.

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

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

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

Well, I'm here, Gary.

I know that, but... But what?

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

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

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

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

I'll find a way.

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

decision should be allowed to stand.

There can be no question.

Would you like some water, Mr. Brown?

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

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

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thanks, ma 'am.

Mr.

Brown, we're ready when you are.

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

May I finish in the afternoon session?

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

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

Court's adjourned.

Hey. Hey, Emmett, I'm sorry.

Oh, don't apologize.

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

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

Can we step outside?

Sure. Here.

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

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

Well, kind of.

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

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

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

Hey, quiet, will you?

Now what?

Now we wait.

Wait for what?

Best case, your arm itches for a few
days.

Worst case?

Let's not talk about that now.

Odds are everything's all right.

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

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

The colony!

When do we want it?

Now! What do we want?

The colony!

When do we want it?

Now! Mr. Stites?

Leon? Is that you?

Yes, sir.

How you doing, Leon?

I'm okay.

How are you?

Jim Dandy.

All is well.

You're standing on top of a marquee.

Very observant.

You want to tell me why?

It's obvious.

I'm protesting.

Protesting what, sir?

What? They want to rip down the colony
ballroom.

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

So? Why can't they fix it up?

What, people don't want to dance
anymore?

My paper.

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

That's not allowed.

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

is it? Okay, calm down.

Don, you see this guy's newspaper?

There.

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

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

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

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

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

understand me?

Hey! I need that paper!

Hey! 10 -31.

Simeon's subject shows no signs of
distress.

Human subject beginning to display
paranoid symptoms of unknown etiology.

Oh, boy.

Here comes the cavalry.

Hello, son.

How did the NASDAQ do today?

They tell me technology issues are very
hot.

Thanks for calling.

Sure thing, Mr. Stakes.

What's it this time?

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

Dad, remember what the judge said last
time?

You're on probation.

That judge had no sense of humor.

You spray -painted the building
commissioner's car.

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

And now they want to rip down this
beautiful place.

It's a derelict.

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

Look around, Dad.

There's nobody here.

Yeah, now.

But wait till Action News shows up.

Action News is not going to show up.

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

They don't care, Dad.

Nobody cares.

They care.

Oh, come on, folks. Join the parade.

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

You're going to get hurt.

Do I know you?

It's Marissa Clark.

She's a friend of yours.

She is?

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

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

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

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

until they pull back those bulldozers.

All right, Emmett.

Plan B.

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

Good idea.

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

Hey, what is that, a parachute?

U .S. surplus.

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

Up we go into the wild blue yonder
climate.

Why don't you jump on down, sir?

No, thanks.

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

So who asked you?

Dad, get down now!

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

these bulldozers.

What do we want?

The colony.

When do we want it? Now!

Is he all right?

Thanks to you, just fine.

You got anything to say for yourself?

Very exhilarating.

This is it, Dad.

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

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

an eye on you.

You've got an arrest record a mile long.

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

No bars can hold me.

Who said that?

Houdini?

Thank you.

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

He's done this before?

Oh, he's always protesting something.

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

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

Neighborhood crackpot, more like it.

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

This is beyond eccentric.

It all started when my mother died.

But that's not your problem.

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

anyway. The protest continues.

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

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

Well, you got a point there, Leon.

No more high -altitude adventures.

Well, see you, folks.

It's a long way to Tipperary.

It's a long way from home.

It's a long way to Tipperary.

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

Monkey see?

Monkey see?

Pick up the paper.

Monkey do.

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

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

will ya?

Human subject continues to display
symptoms of dementia.

Still obsesses over newspaper.

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

Come on, monkey.

Pick up the paper.

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

Come on.

Come on.

Hello?

Oh, hello.

Come on, monkey.

Come on, monkey, huh?

See what I mean?

Definitely aberrant behavior.

I wouldn't take any chances.

If it gets worse, call Atlanta.

Get a CDC team up here on the next
flight.

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

thumbs?

Come on, would you just...

Senior activist dies in bulldozer
mishap.

Oh, that's very

fun.

Excuse me.

McGinty's.

Patrick, let me talk to Marissa.

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

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

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

Okay, I'm on it.

Can you hang on a sec?

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

Hey, monkey.

You may proceed, Mr. Brown.

Any day now.

Yes, Your Honor.

The question before the

court comes down to this.

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

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

was above the legal limit.

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

which it was obtained?

Your Honor.

How was the defendant's blood alcohol
level determined?

I believe a blood test was performed at
the hospital.

You believe?

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

And had the defendant been Mirandized at
that point?

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

He was Mirandized at the police station
later.

I'm curious, Mr. Brown.

How did you spend last evening?

Last evening?

I was home preparing.

Preparing for what, may I ask?

For this case, Your Honor.

Really?

I find that hard to believe.

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

right against self -incrimination.

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

consciousness? Yes.

Then surely you see the problem.

Speak up, sir.

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

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

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

procedure.

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

A rather large hole, wouldn't you say?

I didn't see that technicality.

Technicality?

The law is technicality, Mr. Brown.

An entire code of technicalities.

Any boob can argue right and wrong.

Your job is to know the law.

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

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

I was just trying to demonstrate.

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

Appellate lawyers don't try.

They succeed.

Or they look for other work.

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

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

Local man in coma following monkey bite.

Hey!

Look at me!

You've got to get in here!

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

You hear me? He's sick!

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

Emmett? Over here.

It's over.

What is? Me being a lawyer.

What are you talking about?

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

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

time.

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

This morning you were right.

I was nervous.

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

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

they don't become trial lawyers.

In my cab, I can talk to anybody.

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

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

you. Who am I kidding?

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

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

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

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

I'm a flop.

Only if you quit on yourself.

Oh, McClark.

Thank goodness.

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

the third floor.

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

friend of yours, he's in trouble again.

What friend?

Walter Stites?

That's the one.

How does Gary know that?

Mutual friend.

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

word? Patrick.

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

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

For what?

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

going for him.

What time is it now?

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

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

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

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

Let's go.

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

Tell me.

You got to get down here, you hear me?

Look at the monkey, huh?

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

very sorry. You're so right.

What is it?

Something is going on and I don't
understand.

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

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

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

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

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

Here. You don't give me that.

Here.

Hey,

man, aren't you driving a little fast?

Gary said to be there in three minutes.

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

so hang on.

Is that the police car after us?

Yeah, you want me to stop? No.

That's my girl.

What do we want?

Hey! What do we want?

Hey!

Hey, I'm in here!

Stop the music!

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

Stay

right

where you are, mister.

Oh, you two.

Oh, boy.

That was close.

Mr. Stites?

Is that you?

Tell me someone did this to you.

That it wasn't your idea.

Are you going to talk to me, Dad?

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

See what they recommend.

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

Look at you.

People used to respect you.

And now you're a joke.

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

I told you you can't keep doing this.

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

And you know what?

I don't blame him.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to give anybody any
trouble.

It's all right. It's okay.

He's right.

Just a joke.

No, you're not.

You're just being kind.

I'm more used up.

Why is the ballroom so important to you?

Colony.

Katie and I used to go dancing there.

Your wife?

Mm -hmm.

Celebrated VJ Day.

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

is gone now, too.

she loved a Lindy.

You guys know that dance?

Lindy? Lindy?

No, huh?

Okay.

Yeah, we had 45 years together.

45 wonderful years.

And she died.

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

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

One day it was there.

Next day, gone.

That must have hurt.

Yeah.

Yeah.

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

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

He'll remind you of her.

Who?

Yeah, Katie.

Good times.

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

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

Pretty soon it'll be all gone.

And I'll be gone too.

Gone.

He's coming out of it.

Thank goodness.

Are you okay?

That's a relief.

What happened?

We almost lost you.

All Genji had was a variation of a
herpes virus.

But it could have been fatal without the
proper diagnosis.

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

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

past.

I beg your pardon?

You've traveled to Africa, maybe?

Studied zoology?

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

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

Does that mean I can go?

If you're feeling up to it.

Oh, yes.

I am feeling up to it.

One more thing.

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

Mr.

Hobson.

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

seek immediate psychiatric help.

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

consider signs of serious dementia.

Oh. Well.

Court of statute falls.

I gotta go.

All rise.

The court is now in session to hear
arraignment.

The Honorable A. Harding Joseph
presiding.

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

Oh, no.

Please be seated.

Case number 99 -43513, Walter Stites.

Trespassing, reckless endangerment, and
demonstrating without a permit.

Do you have counsel, Mr. Stites?

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

though not currently practicing.

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

investment banker.

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

you've been in this courtroom.

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

How do you plead, Mr. Stikes?

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

guilty on grounds of diminished
capacity.

I ain't got diminished nothing.

Gentlemen, do we have a decision here?

Guilty, Your Honor.

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

Like in this courtroom.

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

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

Bailiff. I've got him, Your Honor.

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

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

Hey, let's hold me off like that.

Order.

Now, everyone, please take their seats.

Thanks a lot, mister.

Is everyone okay?

My father...

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

more charges to those already filed.

Anything to say for yourself?

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

Is that you, Mr. Brown?

Yes, Your Honor, it's me.

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

This is an arraignment hearing, Mr.
Brown.

I realize this may not be...

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

based on technicalities. Believe me, I
know.

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

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

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

just as surely as that statue lies there
in pieces.

Proceed, Mr. Brown.

Thank you, Your Honor.

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

that Mr. Stites is a kook.

He may appear that way to his neighbors.

He may even appear that way to his son
there.

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

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

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

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

Who misses the way things used to be.

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

few treasures that he has left.

His memories.

The landmarks of a lifetime.

The apartment where he lived with his
wife.

Gone.

The schools where his children attended.

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

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

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

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

He knows you can't stop progress.

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

That's his fear, Your Honor.

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

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

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

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

I think that's the hardest part.

That no one would care.

And I like to think Chicago is better
than that.

You have an opportunity here today,
Judge.

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

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

count for something, that their lives
matter.

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

Stites in this courtroom again.

I guess that's all I have to say.

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

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

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

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

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

axioms and corollaries of a book of
mathematics.

People do matter, Mr. Brown.

Case dismissed.

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

Mr.

Brown, if I may have a word?

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

Don't do it again.

No, ma 'am.

Mr. Brown.

One more thing. Your Honor.

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

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

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

You could just take a day off and walk.

Oh, Gary.

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

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

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

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

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

But trust me, it does.

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

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

into true love.

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

and they don't include Heather either.

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

Hallmark.