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Easy, girl.

All right, mister.

You make a move toward that gun, and
I'll let Lucy here tear out your throat.

I get the most with...

the death.

That's what I do, you see.

Look, I'm telling you, you're making a
mistake.

Would you listen to me? He was dead when
I found him.

Watch it. Get in.

Watch your head.

It's just in. Frank Scanlon, noted
Chicago Sun -Times columnist, has been

murdered. His body was found minutes ago
by a security guard at the Cicero train

yard. Scanlon, two -time winner of the
Pulitzer Prize for his dog with a bone

column, apparently died of a gunshot
wound to the chest.

Gary Hobson, a local bar owner, was
arrested and is being held for

Let's try it again.

You were upset, and you got into an
argument.

It was violent, so you shot him. Maybe
he pulled the gun. Is that the way it

was? You took the gun away from him? It
was self -defense.

What's it going to be, Hobson? You going
to talk to us?

Hobson. Okay, let's go back to Scanlon.

What were you doing with Frank Scanlon?

The attack occurred after Scanlon left
the book signing.

For the record?

I think you're an arrogant jerk who
thinks he can get away with murder.

I love that in a man.

I love a woman with low expectations.

Thanks. I know it went longer than we
said. You have a lot of fans.

Yeah? So did Mussolini.

I'm not too late, am I?

Thank you very much. Big fan. Very big
fan.

There you go.

I don't suppose it would be too much to
ask for you to personalize it. I'm

sorry, pal. I'm on the deadline.

Well, I know, but it sure would mean a
lot to me.

You see, I'm not really much into
celebrities or collecting autographs or

anything, but... No?

Just a newspaper groupie?

Yeah. It'd only take a minute.

You sound like my proctologist.

Oh, uh, Hobson. H -O -B.

I got it.

Actually, my friend Marissa, she's an
even bigger fan than I am. Mr. Scanlon

really needs to rush. Well, rushing's
not very healthy, is it?

I just saw a documentary on television
the other day where it said rushing is

the number one cause of all stress
-related disorders.

Mr. Scanlon really is very busy.

Come on, Ace, move it!

Hey, Rockefeller, cut the working man a
break, huh?

He's doing his job.

You... Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Remember me?

Manny Dworkin, DDS?

Koochie K.

Glad to see you read the papers. You
ruined my practice. Hey, pal.

I'm not the one who did the unnecessary
root canals. What, are you crazy?

You made your...

You're a scumbag, Scanlon. You destroy
people.

I bet that makes you feel real big. I
said jail, dick stick. If there's a God,

you will die a slow, painful death.

You owe me five bucks, Frank.

Hey, I haven't been in the ladies' room
in weeks.

Our best.

I said that there were still honest,
good -hearted people in the city, and

said five bucks if you can find one.

The guy who saved your butt.

Pay up, Frank.

Hey! 50 % rebate. I think your honest
Abe is an honest -to -God freak.

And if I can prove it, I want that back.

Joey Colombrito called.

Twice. Fine.

Andrea, I want you to do a file search
for me on known weirdos, stalkers. I'm

looking for a guy named Hobson.

Gary Hobson?

Yeah.

You know him?

Not me, Miguel.

Diaz? Mm -hmm.

Photographer? Mm -hmm.

Nah, babe.

Honey's for amateurs.

Coconut oil.

Hey.

Kathy says that you put together a file
on Hobson.

I'd like to take a look at it. Well, you
can. It's my story.

Your story?

You're getting a little carried away,
pal.

You're a photographer.

The job title is photojournalist.

You can't even spell photojournalist.

Forget it, Scanlon.

You're not getting the file.

Well, I admire a man with conviction.

Oh, speaking of conviction, the tall guy
does the night cleanup. What's his

name?

Louise. Yeah, yeah. I understand you got
him the job.

I also understand he doesn't have a
green card.

It'd be a shame if somebody dropped a
dime on him to the INS, wouldn't it?

You know, Scanlon, you're poison.

File, Diaz.

Good

morning,

Marissa. Good morning, Gary.

How's the exercise program?

I overslept.

Sorry, I'm going to make it up. I have
to be across town in 20 minutes, so

there's going to be one less Chicagoan.

I got to go. I'm in a rush. Yeah.

Don't rush.

Bad for your health.

Causes stress.

It's Hobson, isn't it? Frank Scanlon.
Yeah, listen, I... You know, Gary, in

the excitement yesterday, I forgot to
thank you.

Well, that's unnecessary.

Who's your lovely friend?

I'm Marissa Clark. I'm a fan of your
column.

Well, it's always nice to hear.

Anyway, Hobson, I am indebted. It was
really nothing.

Nothing? The way you put yourself on the
line for a complete stranger was

downright heroic.

But then again, that's what you do,
isn't it?

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand.
Well, that fire last year at the

hospital, you saved a lot of lives,
Gary.

Well, that was the...

right place, right time kind of thing.
That woman you saved at the Museum of

Natural History? Oh, and that fire, the
apartment fire last winter.

Listen, I'm really in a hurry.

Well, what is it this time, huh? You got
a hostage situation, huh? Like last

month at the Investors Bank?

My parents run that bank.

Ah. You see, Gary, if I were the
suspicious type, I might think you're

those Looney Tunes.

The kind that create life -threatening
scenarios so they can...

Swoop in, be a hero. Believe me, the
last thing I want to do is be a hero.

right place at the right time thing.

I just don't buy it. I don't think my
readers will either.

There's too many coincidences.

So?

You want to give me the real story?

Or you want me to dig it up myself?

Gary, aren't you going to be late for
your appointment?

Yes, I am.

What appointment?

That's none of your business, is it?

What are you doing?

When questioned about his unusual
schedule, Hobson snapped.

None of your business.

Look.

There's a very simple explanation for
all of this.

What?

Well, that's just the thing. I am in a
hurry. I don't have time to explain it

right now.

All right.

I'll give you a call this afternoon.

Okay, that'd be... I'll tell you what.

I'm kind of hard to reach, so I'll call
you.

Sure, pal.

But, uh, make it today, will you?

I get antsy.

Parking lot attendant Joseph Colombrito
is finishing his graveyard shift when

apparently the truck's parking brake
failed.

It's breathing something when you speak
up on a guy, all right? Yeah, I'm sorry.

How do you know my name?

Well, listen, never mind that. Look,
you've got to get out of here. You see

truck up there on the hill?

That truck right up there. You see the
brakes are bad.

Step out of the booth, please.

I don't have time for that. If you want
to talk to me, you're going to have to

step out of the booth. Company policy!

Somebody call pest control. We got a
cockroach problem.

What's up, detective?

You catch many crawlers today?

Hey, Savalas.

Loves you, baby.

Gee, Scanlon, I've never heard that one
before.

You're a true comic genius.

You should consider stand -up. You
should consider a nose job.

Where's your partner?

Right here.

You were an investigating officer on an
apartment fire last year over on

Madison? That's the press.

Yeah, a guy named Gary Hobson pulled the
alarm.

So? So, I've been doing a little
digging.

According to witnesses, that boiler
exploded five minutes after the alarm

pulled. So?

So, it occurred to me.

How does a guy know to pull a fire alarm
before a fire's even started?

You know, it occurred to me, too.

Yeah, and yet you reported the fire as
accidental.

That's right.

Why?

Because that was my conclusion.

Okay. I'll do my job, you do yours.

Oh, I will.

But you know, it pains me to embarrass
overworked, underpaid civil servants.

Yeah, right.

Is that a threat?

Hey, look, this guy Hobbs, he's mixed up
in a lot of mayhem, huh?

Bomb threats, hostage taking.

And in each of those cases, he's been
cleared.

So for the record, you're aware that
he's a potential threat, and you're not

concerned.

Look, I don't have time for this.

You wouldn't want to neglect the honest
citizens of Chicago, would you?

I wonder what your captain will have to
say about this.

You never told me that.

That thing about the timing of the fire
alarm?

On the bottom line, the boiler room was
locked.

The cops wouldn't have gotten there.

Okay.

The cops was clean.

He saved my wife from drowning last
year.

We got a dozen witnesses who say that
she fainted while she was swimming, so

there's no way he could set that up.

Yeah, it seems like he gets mixed up in
more than his share of trouble, but

bottom line, he's a decent guy.

A little odd, but he's decent.

Rachel.

Gary, you sound terrible.

How am I going to get Scanlon off my
back?

I don't know.

Chuck called.

Chuck?

Scanlon called L .A. asking all sorts of
questions about you.

I'm worried, Gary.

Even if Scanlon doesn't find anything,
he's going to hound you to death.

Unless someone gets to him first.

What's that supposed to mean?

I can't believe someone's going to
actually kill this guy.

Read it to me.

Sometimes columnist Frank Scanlon was
found dead early this morning at the

Fitzroy train yard.

Police sources report he was killed by a
single gunshot wound to the chest.

My God.

I did this.

Jerry, don't be ridiculous. What I mean
is this story wasn't here this morning.

Something I did today caused this.

Well, why? What did you do?

I saved a parking lot attendant from
being run over.

But what does that have to do with
Gamlin being murdered? I don't know.

Sacknut. Who's that?

Marissa, you remember Detective
Armstrong, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Is there a problem, Detective?

I know. I just wanted to talk to Hobson
here.

I get the hint.

I'm kind of in a hurry right now, so...
Um, Frank Gamlin was in today.

You know him?

No. I mean, I've seen his article.

But you don't know him?

No. Because he seems to know you.

He's working up a story about you and
all the coincidences that seem to follow

wherever you go.

Look, I've explained to you. I know,
Hobson. You're just a concerned citizen

with a magnet for trouble.

Look, I might believe you, but Scanlon's
a different story.

His bottom feet are hops.

And he's not going to be happy until he
stirs up all the muck he can. So if you

got any skeletons in the closet, I
suggest you bury him quick.

Thanks.

Yeah, well, I figured I owed you one.

Just watch your back, okay?

Look, a guy like Scanlon, he's got a lot
of enemies, right?

Yeah. The entire Chicago Police
Department to begin with.

Well, you know, with all the people he's
written about in those articles,

there's probably a lot of them that want
to break the guy's neck.

So, what's your point?

I got a baby I'd like to get home to.
Yeah, yeah, it's just that, uh... I was

thinking if ever there was a candidate
for police protection, it's a guy like

Scanlon. And that, uh... I don't know,
you know, if you assign a couple police

to him, like maybe even tonight, it may
not be such a bad idea.

Uh... What are you talking about, Ups?

I don't know. I never know what I'm
talking about.

Well, if I were you, I'd...

Just worry about myself, okay?

Thanks.

What was that, Beth?

I can't tell you who this is, but I
strongly suggest you stay away from the

train yard tonight.

It's a very dangerous place.

I really think you should just stay
away.

Don't go, Gary.

Well, what else can I do? Call
Armstrong.

Armstrong? Armstrong thinks I'm crazy
enough as it is. Gary, don't be...

the paper says that Scanlon dies at 10 o
'clock. It's now 7 .15. That gives him

plenty of time to get over to the train
yard.

Gary, somebody out there has a gun.

Move toward that gun, or I'll have Lucy
here tear out your throat.

You took the gun away from him?

You stole the fence.

What's it going to be, Hobson? You going
to talk to us?

Hobson. Gary Hobson?

You sure?

They're bringing him in now.

I don't believe it.

He's the guy that helped you out in that
jewel robbery, right?

So. That's your type, huh?

Listen, Winslow.

Nothing went on between us.

Hobson almost blew my cover. I had to
string him along until I made the

That's it.

That's not what I hear.

Okay, look.

Maybe I put the idea in your head.

I tell you Scanlon's gonna write a
column about you so you go and talk to

Scanlon.

And then what?

Work with me here, Hobson.

Maybe he came at you first. Is that it?

Self -defense is not a crime, you know.

I didn't kill him.

Okay, then who did?

I don't know. When I got there, he was
already dead.

And the gun?

It's not mine. I don't own a gun.

Look, check the gun. You're not going to
find fingerprints. Test it. No, I bet

they won't.

Especially since you were wearing
gloves.

Look, somebody else shot him. I didn't
do it.

Would you be willing to take a lie
detector?

Yeah, please. Give me a lie detector
test.

Fine. I'll set it up.

But once we go that way, I can't help
you.

All right, let's start over.

What were you doing at the train yard?

I was taking a walk.

How'd you get there? I took a cab. You
took a cab and took a walk? I told you I

like trains.

So? He's not a killer, Paul.

He was arrested over the body, Tony.

Murder weapon at his feet.

Scanlon was going to embarrass him with
the article.

Means motive opportunity.

Then explain why he's willing to take a
lie detector.

Well, maybe in his own mind he thinks
he's innocent.

Maybe he's got a Jekyll and Hyde thing
going.

Come on, Paul. This is Gary Hobson. He's
more peanut butter and jelly than

Jekyll and Hyde.

Look.

I went over to Hobson's bar today to
warn him about Scanlon's article.

He said Scanlon should have a bodyguard.

I think he was reaching out.

I think he wanted me to stop him. Like a
part of him didn't want to do it.

I don't know. I like him too, Tony. I
mean, he saved my wife's life.

Still, come on, you gotta admit, the
guy's odd and secretive. Odd and

don't mean murder.

Yeah, but we'll see.

Is your name Gary Hobson?

Yes. Is your shirt white?

Yes.

Did you kill Frank Scanlon?

No, I did not.

One word answer please.

Did you kill Frank Scanlon?

No.

Do you often tell lies?

No.

Is your hair brown?

Yes.

Did you shoot Frank Scanlon?

No.

Do you

have a secret?

No.

Are you afraid your secret will be
exposed?

took that lie detector test what more do
they want the results are inconclusive

inconclusive what the hell does that
mean i did not kill frank scanlon the

indicates that you have a propensity
toward deception look i did not shoot

the machine says i'm telling the truth
about that right brigatti

talk to me come on i need you to talk to
me what you need is a lawyer hobson

A very good lawyer.

Who's on Route 80 if you're heading
west?

They've cleared that van out of the way
and things should start flowing shortly.

If you're wondering what's clogged
now...

Gary

Hobson?

That's right.

Addison Polk. I'm a criminal attorney.

Tony Brigatti's a friend of mine. She
called me on your behalf.

Did she tell you I was innocent?

Guilt or innocence, that's between you
and God. My domain is the law.

Now, please pay attention, Mr. Hobson,
because what I say may very well

determine the rest of your life.

An hour from now, you're going to be
taken over to that courthouse for what's

called an arraignment.

At the arraignment, you're to be
formally charged.

The state's going to ask for murder one.

The real question is, why?

Why what?

Why would you murder Frank Scanlon? I
wouldn't. Murder one requires the state

prove prior intent, which means the
killing didn't occur in the heat of an

argument and it wasn't an accident.

From what I gather, the developing
theory is that Scanlon was researching a

column on you.

Apparently, he believed you to be some
sort of psychotic superman creating

dangerous situations and then flying in
to set them right.

Is there anywhere else Mr. Scanlon
stored his notes?

The DA figures you killed Scanlon to
prevent the piece from being published

avoid humiliation.

He did say that Hobson was a stalker.

Yesterday morning, you saw Scanlon at a
book signing.

According to the store manager, you were
acting strange. He used the word

obsessive.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Hey, detective.

Look, I'm not crazy and I'm not a
stalker. Theories aside,

you were found over the body, a .380
Beretta by your side.

A .380 Slug was removed from the body.

Physical evidence alone is enough to
support the charge. That's not my gun. I

never even touched it.

Perhaps, but it's hard to prove a
negative. Besides, you were wearing

and that's the way the police will
explain the absence of fingerprints.

And when they test the gloves for powder
residue... Powder residue.

When you fire a weapon, gunpowder is
discharged in an invisible cloud. Some

it goes backward onto the hand, or in
this case, glove.

Yeah, well, that's fine. They're not
going to find any residue on those

Fine. Of course, tests can be valid.

Mr. Polk.

You don't believe me, do you? Doesn't
matter what I believe. I still have to

represent you.

Come trial, we still have to explain
your presence next to the body.

Mr. Polk, you being my attorney,
anything that's said

between us stays with you, correct?

Yes, but... Just hear me out here.

You see, I get the paper sometimes.

Only it's not today's paper.

It's not yesterday's paper.

I get tomorrow's sometimes.

Mr. Hobbs... No, wait.

You see, what I'm telling you is... I
get tomorrow's newspaper today.

And I'd show it to you, but... Well,
it's not here yet. You see... What time

you have?

7 .15.

Yeah. You see, it's usually here by now.
The paper, it comes with a cat.

And I know that sounds crazy, but...
It's a favor to Tony. I'll handle your

arraignment gratis.

Beyond that, should you seek to employ
my services, my retainer's $50 ,000.

$50 ,000?

Mr. Hobson, you're facing a capital
charge.

It's no time to be frugal.

Scanlon's cell phone voicemail. 7 .15
last night.

Scanlon, I can't tell you who this is,
but I strongly suggest you stay away

the train yard tonight.

It's a very dangerous place.

I really think you should just stay
away.

Game, set, match.

I guess that's it.

Tony.

Yesterday I could have swore Hobson was
a decent guy.

Now I can either beat myself up for
falling for Hobson's act, or I can

the fact that I'm human.

Marissa. Gary.

You okay?

Bruce, I'm in trouble. I'm in real
trouble.

Gary.

I called your parents.

The machine said that they were on a
cruise.

I know.

Gary, listen to me.

I know you're going to argue with me,
but you have to tell people about the

paper. That explains everything.

That explains why you were at the train
yard.

I already did.

You did?

Did you show him the paper?

I couldn't show him the paper. The paper
didn't show up.

It didn't show up at the loft, did it?

No, it didn't.

It was Martha.

What if the paper wanted this to happen?

What?

What if the paper wanted me to be
arrested? It somehow set me up. Jerry,

would the paper want you arrested?

I don't know, but that would explain why
it gave me the wrong time, wouldn't it?

The paper was wrong because the cops had
incorrect information.

Or maybe the guy who wrote the article
got it wrong.

But one thing I know, Gary, that paper
does not want you in jail.

Well, here I am.

Time to go, Hobson.

You call this justice?

Jerk wounds my practice and I gotta stay
in trial.

Why don't you prosecute real criminals?
Calm down.

Assault? I didn't even sack the guy, not
to mention he's dead.

Hey, knock it off. Oh, yeah?

How about if I knock this guy's head
off?

Come on, huh? Come on!

Hobson's first order of business will be
to get rid of those cops.

This is Wallace.

I want a radio car to McGinty's pronto.

I got it. Maybe he'll be stupid and
return home.

Worth, I want you to identify any
vehicles he has access to.

Winslow, you cover the cab companies.

Hearn. What's going on?

You didn't hear?

Your boyfriend's escaped.

Harper, liaison with the state police.

Frost, I want you to notify Wisconsin
and Indiana.

The rest of you, you see Blake here for
street assignments.

Let's move.

Hello, McGinty.

Collect call from Chuck. Will you
accept?

Yes, I'll accept.

Chuck? Marissa, that's me. Don't say
anything. Just listen.

I want you to go to the cash register.

And I want you to take out the money. I
want you to take out all the money.

Then I want you to go out the back door.

And I want you to go over to City
Hardware and pick me up a set of bolt

Gary. After that, I want you to go to
the alley between Franklin and Hubbard,

and I'm going to meet you there.

Listen, Chris, I'm counting on you,
understand?

And hurry.

Got you, you hit it.

It's back. What did I tell you? Get over
here and sit down.

You too, Lexi.

Now you sit over here and you be quiet,
or we're not getting any ice cream when

I'm done.

Now he is the artist formerly known as
Garth Brooks.

This is a Channel 2 special bulletin.

We interrupt regular programming to
bring you this special bulletin. The

continues for a suspected killer, Gary
Hobson, who escaped a short time ago

the Cook County Courthouse. Hobson, who
was suspected in the murder of Sun Times

columnist Frank Scanlon, was awaiting a
raven that apparently leapt out of a

door window.

He's revising it. What did I do?

I guess you don't want that, I think.

Did you get him?

The TV says you jumped out the window.
You could have been killed. Yeah, the

paper said I'd be all right. The paper?
Yeah. The back?

The paper showed up at the courthouse.
Do you have the bolt cutter? Yeah, right

here.

Pull him apart.

All right, now listen.

I'm going to put it on the cuff here.
Okay. All right?

Car. Huh?

Car coming.

Gary, the way they're talking about you
in the news, you could have been shot.

Yeah, well, if the police keep me in
jail, that means they're not out looking

for the real killer. Now cut, would you?

All right, now the other one.

But you don't know who did it.

Cut. Gary.

Listen, the parking attendant that I
saved, he's involved in this somehow or

another. If he didn't do it himself, he
knows who did.

But what if he doesn't?

He will. He has to. Now cut, will you?

Turn yourself in. Let the police do
whatever they're going to do. Look, I'm

going to do that, Rhett.

Right now, I'm the only person I can
trust.

This guy Joe, he works the night shift.
I'm just going to go there after dark.

After dark?

Gary, you're half frozen. The city is
looking all over for you. You may not

it till dark.

Do you have the money?

Yeah.

It's here.

Good, now listen.

I want you to go home, and I don't want
you to worry, all right?

How will I know you're okay?

He won't.

The police, they're going to be probably
watching after you, so I'm not going to

be able to call.

I've got to go. It's too dangerous.

Gary?

I'll see you.

Hey, Joe.

What do you want? I got a game going
here.

I'm looking for Joe. Joe quit.

Come on, Howie. Damn.

You don't, by chance, know where he
lives, do you?

Look, you got a number on him? What's
up, guy?

What's going on to you?

How about a name? You know his guy's
last name?

Weasel.

Joe the Weasel.

Come on, pass the puck.

It's been ten hours.

They should have found him by now.

They'll make a mistake. They always do.

Yeah.

I better get back out there.

Tony, are you sure you want to be a part
of this?

The cops are going to put us in a murder
case.

We're getting custody.

What I'm saying is, when we find him, if
he resists, we have to... I'm a cop,

Paul.

I do my job.

Okay.

anywhere else to go.

I... I don't have a gun or anything.

I know that... Don't do that.

What do you expect me to do?

Help me.

I can't do that.

Brigatti, I didn't kill Scanlon.

You know me better than that.

I thought I did.

Look, I didn't kill Scanlon. I can prove
it.

I swear, you check those gloves. There's
not going to be any gunpowder residue.

Look, there's this guy named Joe. I
don't know his last name. He's a parking

attendant. He knows who killed Scanlon.

He might have even done it himself.

How do you know that?

Let me get some sleep.

In the morning, we find this Joe and we
figure it all out.

You don't believe me.

You're caught at the scene.

You break out of jail and now you want
me to help you.

Wake up, Hobson.

I thought you'd see it differently.

You thought wrong.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hobson, stay where you are.

Hobson, stop.

And you can see part two tomorrow, same
time. Next on Hallmark, Sherilyn Fenn

stars in a romantic story of two young
lovers torn apart by their feuding

families. Fate really seems to have
played them a cruel hand, but will they

able to rekindle their love?

Spring Awakening, next.