Original subtitles

(Fontella Bass' "Rescue Me" playing)

♪ Rescue me... ♪

CHUCK: There are some things in the world of sport

that mere words can't really describe.

♪ I want your tender charms, 'cause I'm lonely... ♪

The beauty of form and motion,

♪ I need you and your love, too ♪ the symmetry of style...

♪ Come on and rescue me, come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

The ineffable grace of balance and poise.

♪ Come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

♪ 'Cause I need you by my side ♪

♪ Can't you see that I'm lonely? ♪ It takes a rare performer

to bring these things together all at once.

♪ Come on and take my heart ♪

♪ Take your love and conquer every part ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm blue ♪ (engine revving)

♪ I need you and your love, too ♪

♪ Come on and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on, baby, and rescue me ♪

♪ 'Cause I need you by my side... ♪ It takes a great athlete, or...

a guy with tomorrow's newspaper.

Tara!

Tara, look out!

Tara!

CHUCK: Watch carefully.

♪ Rescue me ♪ The approach...

♪ Take me in your arms ♪ The dismount.

♪ Rescue me, I want your tender charms ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm blue ♪

♪ I need you and your love, too ♪ Makes it look easy, doesn't he?

♪ Come on and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on, baby, take me, baby ♪

♪ Hold me, baby... ♪

Face it. When it comes down to the intangibles,

some of us have it, and some of us don't.

♪ Can't you see that I'm lonely? Rescue me... ♪

All in all...

(loud crash) I'll give it a ten.

(theme music playing)

♪ ♪

(dog barks in distance)

WOMAN: All right, ladies and gentlemen,

and that concludes tonight's lecture.

Any questions?

Sorry, the hallway's closed.

Oh, I just need to use the stairs.

If you could just go back to the stairway you came from,

that'd be great. This way's closer. My car's parked...

Yeah, I know, but it's not gonna kill you to take a few

extra steps. So if you would please,

I'd really appreciate it. Thank you very much.

What kind of a nut plants a bomb in a building full of kids?

I guess I'll just wait for the bomb squad to show up.

(door opening)

(students conversing)

Whoa. Everybody hold back.

Just stay right where you are, would you?

Hold it, everyone. Go back, just go... stop.

What's going on, man? I gotta get home.

I know. And I'm sorry

...for the inconvenience, but... Excuse me.

no one can go in the hallway. Excuse me.

So if you would just go back around the

back stairwell. What's the big deal?

Uh, it's not safe.

So what's going on?

I'm not sure, really.

Some guy won't let anyone through--

says the hallway's not safe.

Really?

If you won't go home, would you at least

please go back around the corner?

Come on, people. It's very important... This guy--

what does he look like? that we clear the hallway immediately, right now...

Hmm, dark hair, average build, about six feet.

And a face like apple pie?

Yeah, now that you mention it.

Uh-huh. I know him.

And if he says we should head back around the corner,

we should definitely head back around the corner.

Come on, Spike. Hey, listen to me, would ya?

Excuse me. Look, all right, if you won't go home

would you at least please go back around the corner? See you later.

Would you just go back... would you just go back? No, look, man.

This is ridiculous. No one's telling me I can't go.

No, I'm telling you you can't go. So just... WOMAN: Excuse me

Excuse me.

What is going on here?

GARY: Dr. Price? Yes.

Can I talk to you?

Stay there.

(clears throat)

A bomb?! In my office? (stammers)

Well, I called the bomb squad, and they're on their way.

So it's nothing to worry about. Just...

You saw it? Huh?

You were in my office?

Well, no, I wasn't in your office, no.

Then how do you know it's in there?

Well, that's, that's kinda hard to explain.

You see, uh... Try.

Hey, if it's so unsafe, how come he gets to be down there?

Listen... STUDENT: Yeah, what's up with my man...?

Hey! Don't open that!

Hey!

(grunting)

(onlookers murmuring)

(giggling)

(people screaming)

(alarm bell ringing)

(all clamoring)

(horn blaring, sirens wailing)

MARISSA: Are you sure you're okay?

I mean, you don't want someone

to take a look at you?

No. My ear's ringing a little bit, that's it.

Oh, gosh, Gary, I wish you'd stop

taking such risks, you know?

Oh, don't. I'm gonna be fine.

Hey, does the paper say

if the police have any idea who planted the bomb?

It says they're following various leads.

It doesn't make sense.

I mean, who would want to kill Dr. Price?

I don't know. Apparently, she provides testimony

for the D.A.'s office in insanity cases.

Oh, so someone's holding a grudge.

Do you know anything about this woman at all?

No. I mean, I've had class with her for a few weeks now,

but from the way she works with me,

I can tell she's...

STUDENT: Marissa, wait up.

(panting)

I'm glad I caught up with you.

Jeffrey.

I'm sorry.

I'm Jeffrey Craig.

Gary.

I'm in Dr. Price's class with Marissa.

How you doing? Glad to meet you.

Man, you were really something back there.

Right-time-right-place kinda deal.

Yeah, well, I don't know

how you can be so calm. I mean, I was way

down the hall, and I'm still shaking.

If you hadn't been there,

there's no telling how many people...

Jeffrey, is there something that you wanted?

Yeah. Uh, well, to be honest, help...

with my grades.

MARISSA: Oh. You seem to understand

what we're talking about in class. I just, I thought

maybe if you weren't too busy,

we could get together and study sometime?

Sure.

Um, would you mind if we studied at my place?

I mean, it'd be easier, and, uh...

I'm done with work tomorrow about 4:00.

So, after that, I'm free.

Is 7:00 too late?

7:00's fine. Don't forget your books.

You'll be doing all the reading.

Yes, ma'am. All right, so I'll see you tomorrow at 7:00.

Okay. Where do you live?

3211 Chestnut.

JEFFREY: All right.

Uh, do you want me to bring a pizza or something?

Um, that's okay.

I think I can whip something up.

All right.

(horn blares, dog barks in distance)

(sighs, clears throat)

What are you looking at?

(blues song playing)

A date, huh?

A study date. Mm.

This guy definitely had more than studying

on his mind, trust me.

Mm-hmm. I mean, how well do you know this guy?

Did you talk to him before?

Sometimes before class, a little after class, and

we sat next to each other, so it only

stands to reason that...

I mean, what do you know about this guy?

I mean... Well, I mean,

he seems intelligent and... and friendly

and not in a pushy way.

He's got a nice voice.

Mm... nice voice.

Oh, yes, he's got a very nice voice.

I've heard it myself. Really?

And what does he look like?

Oh, he's a nice-looking guy.

A little squat, hunchback

big ears, very large ears...

flapping around like Dumbo, like, you know...

Stop.

(cat meows)

"Dr. Price poisoned.

Strychnine in salad dressing at lunchtime."

Not again.

CHUCK: Why are we here? I hated college.

Deadlines, term papers, cram-study sessions.

Huh...

Stupid touch-football games.

Dorm food. Ugh!

Communal showers.

Toilets with no doors.

Waking up in the middle of the night drunk

in the parking lot, naked.

I remember that.

You know what?

Since we have graduated,

I do not even remotely miss anything about college.

I stand corrected.

You know what, Gare?

Huh?

Uh, you've got a lot of work to do,

and I, I'd just be getting into your hair.

So I tell you what.

Why don't we meet back here in, say, what,

40 minute... no.

Meet me at the cafeteria, 40 minutes.

I'll buy you lunch.

All right. All right?

Yeah. All right.

I'll, I'll meet ya.

Yeah. I'll meet ya.

All right.

(bell tolling)

(indistinct conversations)

I wouldn't do that.

What do you think you're...? Wait a minute.

I remember you.

You disappeared before I had a chance

to talk to you last night.

Well, sorry about that.

I had things to do.

And today? More things to do?

Something like that.

Would you like to tell me about it?

Somebody laced your salad dressing with strychnine.

That's pretty much it.

I was almost killed last night.

Oh, yes, I know.

But still you thought

that I might enjoy your macabre sense of humor today.

This is not humor.

Give me that bottle.

I'm going to have the contents tested.

You do realize, of course, that if there is strychnine in there,

you're going to have some explaining to do.

Well, there's not much more I can tell you, so...

I do not like having my life threatened.

I'm going to find out what's going on.

Lady, I hope you do.

Hey, Gare. Gare.

Whoa!

How'd it go? Huh?

It went fine.

Done already, huh?

Yeah. How'd everything go with you?

Oh, well, my friend, it went better than fine.

Whoa! Good. That's good, that's...

What are you doing?

Help me up.

(camera shutter clicking)

ANSWERING MACHINE: 5:32 p.m.

Oh, gotta get started.

(upbeat R&B playing)

Good boy.

So you think you can keep yourself entertained

while I get dressed?

(barks)

Okay.

(buzzer sounds)

Um, who is it?

It's Jeffrey Craig.

Have books, will travel.

And I also have this.

Hmm, '89.

Very good year.

You can actually feel that?

No, but the reaction's always worth it when I get it right.

(laughs)

Man, it smells good up in here.

Oh, um, old family recipe.

Nothing special.

But I thought maybe we'd eat before we hit the books.

And she cooks, too.

JEFFREY: "In one of the most extreme statements

"of environmental determinism, John B. Watson,

"the founder of Behaviorism, said,

'Give me a dozen healthy infants, well-formed,

'and my own specified world to bring them up in...

'and I'll guarantee to take any one at random

and train him to become any type of specialist I might select.'"

This guy's joking, right?

He can't be saying we all become who we are because of where we are.

Well, pretty much.

I mean, behaviorists believe that our environment controls

almost all aspects of our behavior.

Okay.

Two brothers... go to the same school,

eat the same food, grow up in the same house.

Right.

When they get a little older,

one of them pulls a string of stupid stunts.

Spends ten years bouncing in and out of jail.

The other doesn't.

He knows there's a better way.

How do you explain that?

It's the same environment,

totally different outcomes.

I don't know, Jeffrey.

(chuckles)

See, that's the kind of stuff

that got me interested in psychology.

What got you interested?

My grandmother, I think.

She, um, taught me that we can sometimes help

by just being good listeners.

Hmm.

My friends, uh,

Gary and Chuck, they say I'm a natural counselor.

Have you known Gary a long time?

A couple years.

Hey,

why don't I, um, get us some more coffee, huh?

Nah, it's late.

I should get going.

Oh, you don't have to get up.

I can show myself out.

It's okay.

Well... Hey, thanks for everything.

Sure.

I hope we can get together again sometime.

Um, me, too.

I'd like that.

Night.

Good night.

CHUCK: Then what?

Then, then he left.

Come on.

Come on, Chuck. It was a study date.

Oh, so the dude shows up with a bottle of wine for a study date.

Yeah. MARISSA: He was just being polite.

He's well-bred. He was just being a nice guy.

Oh, sure, whatever you say.

So what about you and this girl on campus?

As a matter of fact, we have a study date this afternoon.

Oh.

And I don't mind telling either of you that there happens

to be a mutual attraction between the two of us.

(phone rings)

Well, good for you, Chuck.

Hobson's residence.

Give me that.

Hold on, please.

Hello.

Yeah, this is him.

Sure, I can do that.

Okay. Bye.

Here.

What was that about?

That was your Dr. Price.

She wants to meet me after school tonight.

Did she say why?

Isn't it obvious?

No. No.

Gary saved her life... twice.

He's her hero, her knight in shining armor.

Trust me.

Love is in the air.

CHUCK: Hmm...

A bird splattered on a window.

Let's try another one.

Wouldn't this be easier

if we weren't sitting in different zip codes?

I know. Rules.

I have a very good feeling about you, Chuck.

I think it's time we move on to the next level.

My sentiments exactly.

Good.

How about dinner?

Excuse me?

You know, a social ritual taken on

by members of the opposite sex,

often referred to as a date.

Actually, I was thinking more along the lines

of the PMME Index.

Do they have a nice wine list?

It's just that my work here is so important to me,

and you have done so well.

I just wouldn't want to complicate things.

Oh, no, I, I wouldn't want to do that either.

I'm sure you can understand that, a man of

your sensitivity?

Oh, absolutely.

So,

shall we?

Fire away.

Question one: At what age

did you have your first sexual experience?

Hmm...

(knocking)

Dr. Price.

Gary, come in.

(clears throat)

I see you've, uh, you moved.

Well, I couldn't very well work in my office, could I?

(chuckles)

Please, sit down.

As you can probably imagine,

the, uh... stress of the past couple days

has weighed heavily on my mind.

Yes, I can imagine.

It's only since this morning that I was able to depersonalize

what's been happening and look at things with a clinical eye.

That, that's a good thing?

Yes, it is.

And that led to my asking you here.

Like I said,

I think I've told you pretty much everything.

I am a psychologist.

Therefore, I view everything that's said here

as strictly confidential.

But you have to trust me,

trust that I can help.

I've had extensive experience

working with people very much like yourself.

You're a troubled man, Gary, but I think I can help.

I think that we can work through this together

without further police involvement.

What police? There have been no breaks in the case.

I think we both know why.

We do?

Laced with strychnine, just as you said.

When did you do it?

While it was in the fridge in the psych department? You...

You don't think that...? Me?

You knew about the bomb,

you knew about the dressing. It's textbook.

You know, I once counseled a firefighter

who deliberately set blazes.

Listen, what I got you can't find in any textbook.

I mean... Listen,

I want you to think about this carefully.

As I said to you yesterday,

I won't tolerate having my life threatened.

You can either cooperate with me

or I will file charges.

Now wait a second, Doc.

No. No, no. See, I'm not your problem.

I didn't, I didn't put poison in your,

in your salad dressing, and I didn't plant any bomb.

I mean, I don't...

(footsteps running)

(door opens)

Did you hear that?

What?

ANSWERING MACHINE: You have no messages.

Would it have hurt him to call

and say thanks for the spaghetti?

(doorbell buzzes)

Who is it?

Jeffrey Craig.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

Oh, no. Come on in.

Well, I shouldn't. It's late.

I just wanted to say thanks.

I had a nice time.

Oh. Well, you're welcome, but, um...

you didn't have to come all the way over here to say that.

No, I... Well, there's something I wanted to give you.

Really?

What is it?

This.

(sighs)

Thank you.

I'm telling you.

A couple of hours with Jensen yesterday,

and my eyes have been opened.

It finally dawned on me

what all the women that I have dated in the past

have been lacking.

Taste.

Funny.

You feel better now?

You got that out of your system?

A little bit.

No, I was referring to maturity.

They have no, no depth.

They can't see beyond the trappings

of life-- the baubles.

The baubles?

Yeah, you know, like, "What restaurant are we going to?

"What kind of car do you drive?

What kind of life insurance policy do you carry?"

See, Jensen is not like that. She's completely different.

Do you know, we sat for two hours yesterday just talking?

Hmm. Talking!

And you know what we talked about?

Hmm?

Me, Chuck Fishman.

Ah.

And not the superficial stuff either.

Deep, meaningful things that have... What are you doing?

Huh? I'm tying my shoe.

I'm going to meet Marissa and Jeffrey for lunch.

I am trying to tell you a story here.

Yeah?

Oh, well, I thought this was an assignment for class.

Yeah, it started out as an assignment for class,

but obviously it has evolved.

Evolved.

Into something much deeper.

Matter of fact,

she told me that today we're gonna go to the next level.

The next level?

Yeah.

Just thinking about it, my, my skin, it gets all tingly.

Still, growing up, you know, where I did,

seeing what went on, you know, I...

I just get to a place where it takes a lot to scare you.

(blues music playing)

Tough guy, huh?

Yeah, that's what I thought

until I tried coming back to school.

(laughs) I thought I was the only one.

I was petrified of going back to school.

You?

Absolutely terrified. I mean, you wouldn't believe

the excuses that I came up with.

Well, I think you and I better stick together.

I guess so.

Hey, I'm back. Look out, Spike.

You know, I gotta get out of here.

Hey, I'm glad you could join us.

Yeah, it was good to see you again.

Yeah. And you...

I'll talk to you later.

Take care. Hey, buddy.

I like him.

He seems nice enough.

Did he have to kiss your hand?

Now, what's that?

I really like him, Gary.

I mean, I don't know how I'm supposed to act,

or I don't remember what I'm supposed to do.

Seems to me like you're doing just fine.

You're my friend. You have to say that.

No, I don't have to say that.

Look, you know what's going on.

You...

You talk to him, and you be honest.

Okay...

I'll think about it.

You know, this isn't exactly what I pictured

when you said that it was time

to take our relationship to the next level.

Well, you're the only one of my subjects who made it

to phase three of the experiment.

I knew there was something special about you.

What about dinner?

Soon as we're through with the session. Deal?

Deal.

Okay, now I'm going to ask you

a series of multiple-choice questions.

Depending on your answer, you're either going to,

A: Feel nothing at all

or you're going to feel a small correction.

Sure, whatever you say.

You like Italian food?

Understand that you're free to leave whenever you want.

I know this great new place just opened downtown.

Friend of mine runs it. You ready?

Fire away.

You're at a stop light.

In the car next to you,

an attractive woman looks at you and smiles.

This means, A) She finds you attractive.

B) She's admiring your car, or C)

She just heard something funny on the radio?

A) She finds me attractive.

(bell rings) Ah!

B) She's admiring my car.

(bell rings)

Easy on the juice.

Interesting.

You're shopping

in a department store.

A saleswoman laughs at all your jokes.

This means, A) All your jokes are funny.

B) She finds you attractive. C)

She's just trying to earn a healthy commission.

B.

(bell dings)

I mean A?!

(bell dings)

(gasping)

B!

(bell dings)

My arm hairs are burning!

(sighs)

Okay, I can do this.

(knocking)

Marissa.

Hi.

Did I forget something?

Were we supposed to study?

No.

'Cause you've got your books with you...

Oh. Um, Braille library.

May I come in for a minute?

I'm sorry. Yeah, sure.

Come on in. Come on in.

Okay.

Can I, uh... get you anything to drink?

Is something wrong?

No, no. Just taking it all in.

I like it.

Lamp over here.

Furniture here.

That's a chair.

I'm actually doing some renovations

for the landlord, just for some extra bucks.

The place is kind of a mess.

Nice. Contemporary.

What color is it?

The chair?

Green.

I think.

I'm color-blind.

Oh. How do you like that?

Something else we have in common.

So what does bring you here?

A glass of water.

Hmm?

You asked me if I wanted something to drink.

One glass of water coming up.

Great.

I thought maybe we could, um, could talk.

About what? Class?

Um, no. Ah, I don't know. Uh...

I mean, um, I thought we could talk about us.

There you go.

One glass of water.

Thank you.

So... us, huh?

Look, I'm sorry if I'm making

a big deal out of something

I shouldn't, but, um...

What?

Um... I get this feeling.

What is it?

It's like, um, the more time I spend with you,

the more time I want to spend with you.

Is that a good thing?

I don't know.

That depends on you.

Anything else I can clear up?

No, that'll be fine.

Um, but it is getting late, and, uh, I should be going.

You sure?

Yeah.

Let me get my books.

Pictures?

It's a hobby of mine.

Photography.

Oh.

What do you shoot?

Landscapes, mostly.

I bet they're beautiful.

You need any help?

Um, no, I'm okay.

Let me call you a cab.

Oh, no, that's okay.

I'm fine. Thank you.

(Spike whines)

I'm sorry for coming by without calling.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Me, too.

I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

Bye, Spike.

(blues song playing)

(indistinct conversations)

Mr. Hobson.

Oh, not again.

I just need a minute.

What is it? Another theory about me?

Or are you still waiting for a confession? No.

I've just been to the police.

I spoke to a Detective

Crumb, who told me I should trust you.

And do you?

No.

But, frankly, I have no choice.

I've been through

all the files of all the cases I've testified on,

and I'm at a dead end.

So, will you help me?

Ah...

Please?

(bell tolling)

(indistinct conversations)

Marissa.

Hey, Chuck.

Hey.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Not really.

What's wrong with you?

You seem different.

Well, I feel different.

I feel great, actually.

You know, Chuck, I think I'm in...

Don't say it.

Why?

Love hurts, that's why.

You got burned?

I got burned?

I have minor skin irritation.

How could you tell?

It was a figure of speech, Chuck.

That means she dumped you.

Listen, sister, if anybody dumped anybody,

it was me dumping her, you understand?

Okay. Okay.

But I thought you were...

Just don't get me started.

She treated me like Pavlov's dog.

She had me salivating to take her out on a date,

when I don't think she ever really wanted to go out with me

in the first place.

You know what? It's too late now, anyway.

She missed her chance.

Let her ring somebody else's bell.

We are through.

Guess you told her, huh?

Damn straight.

Psych majors, they're all crazy!

Present company excluded, of course.

Of course.

Listen, I have to, uh, go meet Jeffrey now,

so I'll see you later.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What are these?

Oh, uh, they're pictures I picked up

by mistake when I was at Jeffrey's house.

I'm gonna return 'em to him now.

Really?

Yeah.

A little strange, don't you think?

Strange? What's strange?

Well, what is he, some kind of voyeur or something?

What are you talking about, Chuck?

Do you know what these are pictures of?

Yeah, they're landscape pictures.

No, they're not.

There's pictures of Gary a-and me and...

some woman.

A little bizarre.

Hey.

I was starting to think I was in the wrong place.

Oh, sorry. I guess I lost track of time.

Is something wrong?

No. Everything's fine.

Maybe we should forget about studying tonight.

I mean, everything's closed up.

You look kind of tired.

We can always get together.

I found these in my book.

(sighs) There's no harm done.

Isn't my best work anyway.

Um, did you show them to anyone?

I wanted to, to, uh... get an objective opinion...

see if you're any good.

But I couldn't find anyone.

All right. All right.

Let's sit.

Can you describe them to me?

Uh... yeah, sure.

(sighs)

Well, um... uh...

there's one of the Wrigley Building

and, um... well, it's kind of blurry 'cause I used

a slow-speed shutter and I didn't have a tripod.

And, uh...

this one is of the sun rising over Lake Michigan.

The water's reflecting the sky, like a mirror,

and there's a little sun flare in the lens.

And the last one is lightning.

It looks... alive and magical

and dangerous all at the same time.

Sounds nice.

You're right, though.

I am tired.

I gotta go. Come on, Spike.

I can't let you do that.

You'll just run to Gary.

Come on, Spike.

There's nowhere you can go, Marissa.

(Spike whimpering)

(barking)

Spike, come.

(barking)

PRICE: What exactly are you looking for?

Somebody I might have seen...

on campus, in your office, the cafeteria.

Well, you've looked at everyone now.

Everyone I've ever testified against

who's either been paroled or released.

Recognize anyone?

What's in that box up there?

Oh. Those are the ones who are still behind bars.

You mind if I take a look at that?

Be my guest.

But you're wasting your time.

And mine.

Why do you have those pictures?

Can't we talk about this?

You planted the bomb, didn't you?

And the pictures.

Oh, my God.

I can explain.

You did! You did!

Enough.

Wait a second. Who is this?

Hmm?

GARY: Who is this?

He died in prison three weeks ago,

murdered by another inmate.

No, no, no. Him.

Oh, my God.

That's his brother.

He's in one of my classes.

Why didn't I see it?

I'm calling the police.

Marissa.

Where are you going?

The auditorium.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Please go away, Jeffrey.

I do care about you, Marissa.

It's just that...

things have gotten a little complicated.

Complicated?

You used me, Jeffrey.

No, not entirely.

See, I... I had to.

It doesn't mean that I was...

I don't know.

I don't know.

All right then, Jeffrey...

If you care for me, please let me go.

I can't.

Not until I finish what I started.

I'm sorry, Marissa.

(light switch clicks)

(projector clicks)

Let there be light.

Marissa?

Be careful, Gary, he's here.

GARY: Where?

I don't know, Gary.

Can't you see him?

Can you see him?

Jeffrey, I know what this is about.

It's about your brother, Bobby.

I know he died in prison. That wasn't Dr. Price's fault.

Look, Jeffrey, it's not her fault, you know that.

Don't you?

It wasn't yours, either.

You need to know that.

Jeffrey, what you're doing...

...it's not going to help anyone.

You gotta believe me.

Let us help you, please.

Two brothers.

They go to the same school.

They eat the same food.

They grow up in the same house.

How do you explain that?

I don't know, Jeffrey.

But you can't keep paying for his mistake.

(projector clicks)

(knife clattering)

MAN: Right in here, officers.

POLICEMAN: Hold it right there.

JEFFREY: I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Marissa.

(door closes)

(clearing throat)

You, uh, want some company?

Sure.

Not a lot of laughs, though.

That's all right. I'll just, uh...

I'll just sit down here with you.

What's the view like?

The view? It's, uh...

It's big.

A lot of lights...

Towers...

The El sort of weaves through it like a ribbon.

Funny how you can feel alone among all those people.

You're not alone.

I'm not sorry either.

I mean, you can't be sorry for your feelings,

even if it turns out to be wrong, can you?

No.

CHUCK: What are you guys doing?

Having a party?

Where have you been?

Where have I been?

I've been reading about myself in her senior thesis.

It's all over campus.

What's the title?

Tell her.

(clears throat)

"The Self-Deception in the American Male."

(Marissa laughing)

You find that amusing?

A little.

Let's go.

Where are we going? To celebrate.

Celebrate what?

Friendship...

and the... the fact that if it hadn't been for you two

in the last year or so...

that I, uh... well, I...

I wouldn't have, uh...

Thank you is what I'm trying to say.

You're welcome.

CHUCK: Can we go to the racetrack? GARY: No.

(cat meows) CHUCK: How about we buy some lottery tickets?

Why don't you tell me what the Cubs are gonna do?

No, I'm not going to tell you anything.

Oh, come on, Gary. The market's bad... Go away.

CHUCK: So, there you have it.

When you think about it, what more can anyone ask?

A couple of friends you can count on,

a place to rest your head,

(meowing) and every morning...

the future waiting just outside your door.

Life is good, my friends.

Trust me.

Life is good.

(cat meows)